All Chapters of The Syndicate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 The Inspector was walking down the aisle with the constable following behind. Three months had passed and still no tangible results for his superiors. The bank robber disappeared from his presence and he could not account for where she was. He tried all the contacts he had both local and international. Nothing seemed to work. There was no trace of the young woman. A day after Tamara was seen leaving the airplane in Tanzania, he had personally flown to Dar-es-Salaam and started the trail from there only to hit a dead wall in Syria.It was the first time in his entire life to have been beaten by a lone robber. A robber seemed to have done her homework thoroughly well. After he came back from Dar-es-Salaam, he got the mobile phone that she dumped in the vault and thought to uncover and discover some clues. To his surprise, the phone was as good as a brand new one. It was as though she wanted him to have easy access to it without the difficult of unlocking and cracking the lock co

 It’d been ten days since he was fired from the service he held so dearly. Even though people say time is the best healer, he wasn’t sure whether he could ever heal from the excruciating wounds he was inflicted with. The service was inhuman and too large for him to wait for a compassionate call from the Inspector General. It had no eyes to see, no nerves to feel and of course, no ears to hear his agonizing cries. He cried in his lonely abode without his family knowing. The tears of the police officer demanded justice, for he had not committed any crime. Something somewhere was wrong and he felt invigorated to stand up and find out. Two days ago, he called the new Inspector of the anti-fraud inquiring about the progress of the investigation. To his amazement, he had been ordered to stand down and discontinue the case. Such a thing had never happened. A crime of such nature and magnitude deserved extra attention and resources attached to it. While scratching his bald-head, Mwend

 When her phone rung, she knew the caller. Only two people knew her line: - Kelly and the private investigator who had become her mercenary. The latter was only to communicate five times over the entire operation. This first call implied four more calls then she would be free. She paced back and forth in her newly acquired apartment. She wished she told him the order of execution, but she chose to leave it up to him. He was a professional. He knew how best to handle such matters. The young woman was slowly getting used to her new personality, though she still led a lonely life.It was Kelly. He was the first victim. The caller was direct and saved her the details. The act impressed Jessie because he was the closest to her. He knew her most. His death was as important as her need for oxygen. Kelly brought her into the mess she found herself in and she saw him gone. He probably thought she was a pawn in the world chessboard who could easily be got rid of. The Investigator was tho

 His report was ready to be transmitted to his employers and he only wished Kelly was around to witness the results of his sweat. The young man’s death had not sunk well with the old soldier. It left wounds that he may never recover from. After compiling the reports, General Zulu packed his laptop and slept his last hours in Chimwemwe ready for departure the next day. The three stars General turned into a detective had unearthed things beyond his expectation. True Copperbelt controlled the economy of Zambia together with the new Copperbelt in the Northwestern Province. The old soldier discovered numerous mining and smelting plants owned by both the Chinese and other Asian people on the Copperbelt. Most of these if not all were operating illegally depleting the non-renewable resource at a very rapid rate. General Zulu unearthed a deadly scam involving, very rich Chinese conniving with a few enlightened Zambians to mine, smelt and externalize the earnings out of the country. Thr

 He sat in his house pondering about the boys who were put under his charge. He selected them himself because he had known them personally. Within four months of the noble assignment being handed to him, the Syndicate was formed. He decided the strength as five with only one woman. Gender inclusivity was never a selection criterion but rather abilities were top priority. He traversed the entire country looking for them because some were living under false names, had false families and false lives. It took the General to assemble the team that could deliver within a limited period given. Patriotism and activism were one of the cardinal pillars in the selection. It was a humbling honor to have been entrusted with such responsibilities to help rebuild the economy of the great nation Zambia.‘Was it because I was not a good parent to them?’ he asked himself. For days he lamented the loss of such good soldiers. The soldiers who had the best interest of the nation at their hearts. He