The Storm Maker by Sid K Page B

went to a nearby room to change her clothes. Dayett put on
a maroon colored bathrobe as Sayett walked up to him. “Welcome, SPASI man. My
father isn’t here, but you can drink with me till he comes.”
           “Dayett,
I hope I did not interrupt anything,” Sayett said and sat down facing Dayett
across the table.
           “Not
at all, I had become bored of her girlie banter anyhow,” Dayett laughed. “But
how do you know my name?”
           “Happens
we have very similar names,” Sayett said, “I am chief detective Sayett. But
moreover we know about everyone who works for your father.”
           “What
does my file say?” Dayett chuckled.
           “Fortunately
we don’t have a file on yourself,” Sayett said. “We know you are a good boy and
that you aren’t part of your father’s syndicate.”
           “Or
you don’t know if I am or not,” Dayett said.
           “Trust
me, we know a lot—a lot more than you might think. We know more about even your
gardeners and cooks than their own families.” Sayett smiled. “If we don’t have
a file on someone, it is because we know they aren’t part of the underworld.”
           “That
is good to hear,” Dayett said. “Have some beer by the way.” He pushed a couple
of different beer bottles towards Sayett and opened one for himself. Sayett
took one of them and emptied it into a tall glass.
           “Now
I did not come for this,” Sayett said. “But after your father, you can make a
deal with us. You can wind down Ragfelvyk syndicate’s operations under our
supervision and we will let you keep a large part of the wealth that Duke has
acquired regardless of how he did it.”
           “You
don’t have to tell me,” Dayett said. “I have never felt a part of what’s around
me. My father has earned a lot of money and he is generous with his men as
well. Many could retire in ease and luxury, but it is more the excitement for
them of this risqué life and business than the money that keeps them going. I was
born in the wrong country; I am a hedonist in a nation of hard men. Tell me,
Sayett, do you find your work exciting?”
           Sayett
smiled and thought for a second. He took a long gulp of beer.
           “Sure,
risk and excitement go hand in hand,” Sayett said. “For me though it has become
rather routine  because I am a decades-long veteran of this work, but on the
other side from your father and his friends. I do like matching my wits with
foreign spy masters, that is what I do in SPASI. More than that, our work is our
duty to protect the Starfire Nation.”
           “Well,
looks like my father is here,” Dayett said nodding over to the parking lot.
Sayett turned around and saw a big, fat man in his early sixties dressed in
black suit and black pants walking towards them. His suit buttons were
unfastened, more likely they could not be fastened as he was not just fat, but
obese with a big round stomach. His face, too, was round with a bald, shiny
pate.
           “SPASI
Man, my men tell me you are here for a friendly talk.” He walked over to them.
“I take it you are not from the Counter-Syndicate Division of SPASI.”
           “I
am chief detective Sayett of the Counter-Imperial Division,” Sayett said.
           Duke
Ragfelvyk let lose a loud laugh. “I hope you don’t believe I have any
connections to the Narducat Empire; on the contrary if you need a few of my
boys to fight the Nardi’s, I am all for it.”
           “Appreciate
the offer,” Sayett laughed, “but happens I have been given a special case
outside of my division and I thought you could help me.”
           “Dayett,
we have to talk business here,” Duke said.
           “I
will be inside.” Dayett got up, waved to Sayett and walked into the house.
           “I
have kept my boy out of my business,” Duke said taking his son’s seat. He
grabbed a