Chase around the world in 80 days
Have you ever considered that you would chase a suspect 80 days,all around the world? That would be amazing,right? Well,it happened to me and some friends of mine. It all started back,80 days ago of this day....
I was just relaxing in my chair,when Joseph Zeo came walking in. "How ya doing Vulkie" and Joseph shaked my hand. "I'm doing fine Joseph. I've got some great Cuban cigars from Camille,out of Costa Rica. Have one" I replied.
As Joseph was looking for a big cigar,the phone began to rang. "Detective Vulkie,private eye,how may I help you" as I said in the phone,while looking at Joseph.
As I heard more and more information,Joseph saw my face turning into despair and trouble. Then,I hung up the phone and told Joseph what I heard.
"We need to catch a guy. The only trouble is,he's disappeared and his wife says that he likes to travel around the world. He left a note for her,saying the first city he was going to visit was London. His wife can't life so long without him,since she is terminally ill. She has 80 days left..." I said to Joseph and his face also began to turn.
"Nah,I don't know. Travelling is not what I like. Unless,I get a great sum of money and personal expences are covered."
As I told Joseph the amount we could get,his face began to turn happy and he immediately packed his suitcases. But first things first. We needed to check the apartment of the man. His name was Gregory Louson and his wife Laura,was desperate to find him. She heard that I solved many cases (already a 1000 cases) and that I could probably find him.
So,Joseph and I went to the apartment...
After we boarded the small plane, things took a turn from the worse. There were some stranged things in the first place. There were only 2 other passengers on the plane being that it can hold four and two pilots. But they didn't seem normal. Fifteen minutes into the flight, something went wrong. I was sitting behind Joseph and watched someone slowly approach him raising some kind of blunt object. I stood quickly and tried to yell but as Joseph got hit, I did too and fell unconscience.
The impact of the crash woke me up. "Am I dead?" I thought to my self. I touched my face and felt a small trickle of blook on my lip and wiped off. Joseph was awake too making sure he wasn't dead as well. As I crawled out of the wreckage, I helped Joseph to his feet.
"What the hell happened?" Joseph asked rubbing his head. I only knew that his head felt like mine; throbbing from the hit of pipe or what ever blunt object was used to knock us out. Soemthing wasn't right. Both pilots were gone as well as the two other people. Both of us had tattered and torn clothes. We would need to buy more when we got to the next town.
"Both pilots are gone." I said to Joseph.
"You think they had something to do with us finding Louson?" He asked.
"I'm not sure but I do know that the two other passengers who knocked us out didn't want us to find him. It's only obvious and if I'm not mistaken, I think I'd seen those to back in India too." I said
"Well," Joseph replied, "We better start walking. It's miles to the next city."
I checked my side holster and made sure my gun was still there. It was. That was a good sign. Maybe the bad guys didn't think we were armed.
It took six hours for us to reach the neares city. By now, it was dark and we would have to wait until morning before we coud get new equipment. We checked into a Hotel for the night. The next morning, we went to the nearest clothing store, bought new clothes and began looking for a way to get to China.
We got to another city but it was late in the day and too late to buy tickets at the train station to get to China.
"How about a drink, on me?" I asked Joseph. His eyes seemed to light up at the offer of me buying. Of course though, who would turn down a drink that is being bought for them? Two hours after having a few drinks, we decided to leave the bar and go find a hotel room. We would be leaving for China the following day.
As we made our way to the hotel, the unexplainable happened. Joseph took the lead to the hotel. It seemed as if he knew his way around this area..which was good thing because I didn't. Someone stepped around the corner with a gun raised at Joseph. "JOSEPH! GET DOWN!" I yelled. He fell to the ground and I pulled my gun and fired two shots in to the person. The figure howeld and fell to the ground grabbing his leg where I hit him. I dragged him up and threw him agains the wall.
"What do you want?" I spat in his face.
"I was hired to kill you both" He said with a laugh.
Joseph came up and took over. "By who?"
"I can't tell you he said. The man's hat fell off his head as we threw him to the ground. Joseph stepped over him and kicked him hard in the face and the man gurgled as blook ran from his mouth. "Who hired you?!" Joseph yelled.
"Why should I tell you? You're going to kill me when I tell you" the man spat back. I squatted down next to his wounded leg. I doug my finger into his wound and he yelled in agony. "I can do this all night," I said. "Now tell us who hired you!"
He looked at us with tears in his eyes. "I never saw his face," he said to us desperately. "I just know he was an older man...maybe in his mid fifties. That's all I know. I swear." He began to sob in his own failure to carry out a job.
Joseph looked at me as though he knew exactly who the man was talking about. Could it be Louson? I thought...I don't know. But the next day, we got to the train station and headed for China hoping we would get a lead.
Day 48 - Burma
Of all places the plane could've crashed, Lacrimosa and Zeo found themselves looking at the dim landscape of Burma. The on going political unrest with the Dobama Asiayone movement had made the country unstable, and was the original reason why they chose to take the more expensive method of transport to China in the first place. In Yangon, supposedly the largest 'city' in Burma, they could be killed in board day light as people go on with their usual business. The two detectives could 'disappear' from the face of the earth, and no one would ever found out what happened.
They had to get out of the country, fast.
Zeo went through the incident of two days ago in his head, as they waited for the train to arrive. The station was nothing but a few benches in front of worn looking tracks. "There were two men on the plane beside the pilots and us, correct?"
"Yes, and I think the man we interrogated last night could be one of them." Lacrimosa replied, trying to remember what the other man looked like.
Zeo took out his pack of cigarette and offered his partner one. He lit up and inhaled. "I should've been more careful. The chase around the world must be wearing us out. I'm glad we have some fresh blood." Zeo smiled, then he nonchalantly tapped the ashes onto the ground, "Although I made sure the guy last night will be... 'incapable' to follow us anymore, I am sure we haven't seen the end of this."
"Do you think Louson sent these guys?" Lacrimosa asked.
Zeo nodded, thinking that it had Louson written all over it. Why he would try to intervene NOW was beyond him though. Is there something in China that made Louson want to stop them from getting there? Is there someone there? Perhaps the buyer of all his loot? Zeo stubbed out his cigarette as he heard the distant train arriving, finally, after hours of delay as usual. "The train ride to Shanghai will take three days. Marc, let's take turn to keep watch while we're on the train."
Lacrimosa agreed. The two man boarded the train and the first two days passed by peacefully...
As the group was headed back to the hotel, Riza lagged in the back. It looked like she was doing some serious thinking. “If the boys’ plane crashed outside of China, then I’m sure I can find out where they are…if they’re not dead,” Riza mused out loud. Vulkie stopped suddenly, her shoulders tense. “Please don’t say that,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes. It looked like Riza had struck a nerve.
“Well anyway,” Riza continued uncomfortably, trying not to look at Vulkie, “I’m gonna head over there and look for them. You guys can chase after Louson here.” Riza turned to leave. “Wait!” Anais yelled, taking a step forward. “What?” Riza asked, turning around. Anais took a deep breath, and then said, “How will you get there? You have no money! And you have some other reason for heading to China, don’t you? You weren’t tagging along just because you wanted to help us. You had some other reason, didn’t you? And what was on that paper you picked up in Amsterdam? I saw you.” For once Riza was silent. She was shocked that sweet, innocent Anais could’ve dared to say such a thing out loud.
Riza had her hand on her dagger, staring with deadly menace at Anais. Just as her fingers curled around the blade’s handle, Heimlich jumped in. “Whoa, let’s not get violent here.” Something about his voice commanded respect, so Riza paused. She stalked away, her boots clicking loudly as she turned the corner.
When the remainder of the group got back to the hotel, they found a note stuck to the door with a small dagger. It said, “Going to China. Meet up with you after I take care of business.” The group stared at the note for a second, then Anais piped up, “By now, she’s probably already on her way to China. I remember, one time, she managed to show up in New York just an hour after I contacted her in London…” Vulkie and Heimlich shared a look, and then they all went inside to plan their next move.
And so, the group was now another member short…
Joseph and Marc slept in five hour shifts. One slept while the other stayed awake to make sure that nothing would happen. On the third day of the train ride, they made it to Shanghi. It was midnoon. They did some investigating that took the better part of the rest of the day. By dark, Joseph offered to go to a bar and get a drink. Marc agreed and they found the bar in Shanghi.
On their way in a shady looking person wearin a hat and a trench coat stormed out of the bar pushing Joseph to the ground. "Hey!" Joseph yelled as the man hurried away. Joseph got up to chase him down but Marc stopped him. "Leave him. He's probably just some drunk regular." Marc suggested. Joseph shook his head. "Something didn't seem right.....his eyes....they looked..familiar" Joseph said.
The two men entered the bar and sat down. A second person approached. He pulled his gun out quietly holding it up to Marc's back. "Both of you up and out side...Now!" He growled. I got up and Joseph did too. We stepped out side everything backfired. Joseph grabbed the man's arm knocking the gun loose. Marc turned around and punched him hard in the face knocking him down. He then grabbed the man and hefted him up. "Let's go to the police station to interrogate him." Marc suggested. They drug the man four blocks to the station. Joseph explained what was going on to the officer who let us use an interrogation rooom.
Marc slammed the man down into the chair and the interrogation began. "Who are you and what did you want from us?" Marc asked quickly.
"I'll say nothing." The man said. He spoke with a British accent...something deffinately wasn't right because the first was American.
"Okay" I said. "Have it your way. You see, my friend here," I said pointing to Joseph, "has just quit smoking and is in a very bad mood. Now, I'm going to let him talk to you and what ever he does, I won't see."
"Do your worst!" The man spat. Marc turned around and Joseph stepped up. "Okay, now it's my turn," (cont.)
"I won't say anything!" Joseph grabbed the man and slamed his head down into the steel table.
"I can do this all day," Joseph said to the man. The man looked at him and spat at Marc. Marc grabbed the man and slammed his head down two more times into the table. Blood trickled from the man's head. Finally he agreed to talk. They found out the Louson had hired this man to stop them as well. This was the second man on the plane. The pilots were probably dead from the two hit men.
Then it hit Joseph. The man who pushed him down out of the bar was Louson! Marc and Joseph sprinted back to the bar leaving the man in the interrogation room. The slammed through the door and found as always another shady character int he back. It seemed no matter what bar you go to, there is always one there. They sat down in front of him.
"Now what does a couple of goons like you, want from me?" The shady man asked.
"Only information" Marc said. Something struck him. "Whats an American like you doing here, Shady?"
"Not important" he replied.
Joseph held up a picture. "Does he look familiar? I know he was in here. Where did he go?"
"What's in it for me?" Asked Shady.
Marc slid him $10 on the table.
"That's more like it," he said with a smile. "That man, just left. He said something about some business to take care of. He's on his way back to New York."
Marc and Joseph left. If they could hurry they could catch a train, then a boat ride back to New York. It took a week with no problems. By day 63, they landed in New York. What they saw surprised them. Riza Hawkeye was standing in front of them. "What are you doing here?" Marc asked. Joseph stepped up. "You have some explaining to do. Where are the others?" Riza opened her mouth to say something and was inturrpted.
Everyone turned around to see Vulkie, Heimlich, and Anais running toward them. "We know where Louson is!" one of them shouted.
Marc looked at Riza. "How did you get here before everyone? I think you have some explaining to do"
Day 63,New York.
Heimlich was tired. Anais was tired. I was tired... We were tired of travelling,of chasing that Louson and tired of not hearing anything from Joseph,M. Lacrimosa or Riza. Presumably,Joseph and Lacrimosa were dead. Riza "disappeared' to China.
By the time we arrived in China,Riza was already gone,sending a telegram to meet us in NY. Of what Heimlich heard from a crazy local person,that person saw Louson and he "ordered" him to say to us that he was off to NY.
So,Heimlich,I and Anais arrived at NY.
As we got off the boat,Heimlich saw Joseph and Marc and rushed towards them. Riza was also standing there.
"You've got some explaining to do Riza..." he asked.
"Well,it's none of your business" she replied. "I had to "make" arrangements,to make sure I was to arrive here safely." Riza replied.
"Well,it doesn't matter. I know where Louson is..." I replied and everybody was shocked.
"Where?" the gang replied. "The one place we wouldn't look for him. At Mrs. Louson's house!" I said and we immediately took 2 cars,with me driving one and Joseph the other one.
Within 5 minutes,we arrived at the apartment,with me rushing towards the door,knocking heavily. "No reply" I murmered and the gang stood still.
Heimlich got his gun out,shot the doorknob off and blowed the smoke away from his gun. "Well,let's see. We got a "key",right?" he said and I laughed in my thoughts and smiled.
No one was in the apartment. There was only a small note left,with an explanation from Mrs. Louson...
The note reads:
Dear Detectives Vulkie and Zeo,
If you are reading this, then it's already too late. I made a xet with my 'husbxnd', that if I hire some peopxe, and xhey were able to catch hxm before he comes back to New York, then he was to retire frox what he does. Apparently, I've hired the wrxng people. We have now left for another city, and he shall continue with his 'habits'. Unfoxtunately, I am not supposed to tell you where we are going. So that's it. You shall nevxr find us.
Mrs. Louson (oh, how i wish that is really my last name)
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