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eyebrow
deadpanning a nod “Oh! I think you shouldn’t quit then…”
    We both laughed, I could help give her a
squeeze around the waist for being so cheeky. We wrestled for a
while then The moment went still. “I whispered “I love you…” Then I
leaned in to kiss her lips soft her tongue smoothed against mine as
we made love with our tongues in the orange soaked sunset.
    Ding!
    The sound of the elevator alerted me. I shook
then I walked out looking at the numbers on the first apartment.
Room 22 was right to the end of the hallway. I ditched the bag and
drew my pistol. I walked across the blue carpet. It was so soft I
felt like I was walking in mud. The light was dim the wall coated
with piss yellow paint. The doors of the apartments were solid dark
wood.
    I would have shot the interior designer too
if I saw him. I came up to the door and knocked loudly using a fake
voice I shouted room service. The door opened when the tosser
    “I didn’t order room service!”
    Whack!
    The edge of the door hit him on the bridge of
the nose. He fell back on the glass table the briefcase fell to the
floor bags of white powder fell out as he clutched his nose. I
swept the room with my weapon. It was a studio type apartment he
was the only one in there. I pointed the gun at him when he tried
to grab his phone. I kicked it away.
    “You son of a bitch! You broke my nose!”
    I wrung his collar and shifted the barrel of
the gun against jaw
    “Where is she?”
    He started laughing and hissing the waterfall
down his nose drenched his mouth.
    “Dead.” He said spitting.
    I shoved him into the wall
    “Where is she!”
    “Definitely dead now you didn’t take that
flight. You dickhead.”
    “What was Natalya doing here?” I shoved him
“Tell me!”
    His eyes widened when I mentioned her name. I
glanced at my watch realizing I didn’t have time.
    The tosser had a light wiry body he weight
maybe 80kg I punched him in the stomach and grabbed him by the
collar and took him to the balcony window. We wrestled a bit, but
my frame and build was no match for this skinny runt.
    I lifted him over the edge holding him by
ankles the guy was so light I could do barbell presses. He was
agitated and started screaming. The wind was minor. The view of the
docks and the Auckland harbor bridge with the volcano in the
background.
    “Tell me what you know!”
    “Fuck you!”
    I feign a drop letting fall he screamed like
bitch.
    “Okay! Pull me up first”
    “No. Info first. Then I pull you up.”
    “Fuck off then I ain't telling you
jackshit!”
    I let go of one hand when he was dangling on
my right hand
    “Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you! Jesus
Christ!”
    I put both hands on his ankles. “Hurry up, or
you will be seeing him!”
    “Natalya was the one who asked me to give you
the tickets she organized the capture of your girlfriend.”
    “Why us? we had nothing to do with this
shit.”
    “That’s what you need to ask her! Shit man!
Let me up”
    “Why did they want me to do assignation the
Afghan warlord?”
    “I don’t know! I’ve never even been there I
just move the product maan!”
    My vision flicked to the briefcase and the
bundles of white powder then back.
    “I have served with Natalya, what’s your
involvement with her?”
    “She’s the one who dropped off the heroin
man. They have been smuggling the opium paste on the trucks from
the start.”
    Shit I have done nearly six tours with her.
My mind cast to vehicles that were in the Hercules the tyres are
about
    “Where do I find her?”
    “She’s unloading the next shipment from the
vehicles that are being serviced on the east side of town. There
hiding it in the spare tyres of the vehicles.”
    “Let me up man I told you what I know…”
    “Remember when you dropped my favorite coffee
cup?”
    “Huh? Yeah. So what? The fuck does that have
to do anything?”
    I sniffled, then narrowed my eyes.
    “ Arrgghh !”
    ***
    Claudia
    Brr.. I rubbed my hands together, hoping