Twisted Times: Son of Man (Twisted Times Trilogy Book 1) by Vincent de Paul Page B

territorial integrity of each gang.
    This day my destination was to Lavington.
    Traffic was heavy. Everything seemed to move at a snail’s speed – an advantage to me. My victim’s car was just three cars ahead. I had made sure that I did not lose him. Our intelligence reports indicated that he took his family – wife, their preteen daughter, and seven-year-old son – to outings on Fridays from four o’clock in the afternoon and then have the whole weekend with his wife at some resort in the city. The happy family returned home at around seven in the evening. They did not have a gateman to open the gate for them, so the wife usually alighted to go and open the gate.
    That was the right time to strike, just before the wife got out. There was need for swift action.
    My task was to hijack and commandeer them to an agreed chosen place. The rest would be on the other Mavis guys. 
    Hardly had she opened the car door when I got to her. “Just stay right inside the car, madam.” I talked like a plainclothes police officer.
    The sight of my Mauser C96 machine pistol told her all – it was not some kind of a sick joke, or a request. I got in the back seat beside the pre-pubescent girl and issued my orders. Just be calm, no emotions, and no feelings – that’s what Urbanas had told me.
    “And please, do not make me do something I don’t want. Just do as I say. Don’t try to be smart,” I told the fat daddy.
    I already knew that the Track-It device was not working. It was all over the news that the company that was claiming to be able to track stolen and hijacked vehicles was bluffing and defrauding innocent, unsuspecting vehicle owners. The devices were not working at all, they never worked. 
    “Would you please give me your phones? Just pass them over to me.” So far I was enjoying my false confidence and gusto.
    Good. They did as I said.
    The destination was our operating room in Nairobi’s Kileleshwa. From there the horror of running into Mavis would be experienced by the victims and then we would dump them somewhere else. I was just doing my work. After all everything they owned was ours, and Pius in town got a job of working on their car once we repossessed it from them.
    Darkness had already crept in when we reached the destination. They were scared shitless, as Americans say, but what could I do. I was earning my living.
    “This is Melik Wholesalers, the goods you ordered have been delivered,” I told Urbanas when he picked up the phone. “Just as you ordered.”

CHAPTER 45
     
     
    I woke up feeling a little fuzzy around eight o’clock Sunday morning. I felt a heavy yoke around my neck and a persistent hangover looming over me. I had slept a dreamless sleep after a night of carousing at the Carnivore trying to forget the events of the previous night. Even though I tried not to have any feelings I felt that we were going overboard. We had killed four innocent people just because we were paid to. I had objected to killing the kids but Urbanas had said that we couldn’t leave any trail behind that might lead the police to us. The kids could ID us. He said that they were just but collateral damage.
    Collateral damage?
    The man of the family had been forced to watch everything – his wife being raped; his daughter defiled before his very eyes, his son calling unto him as he died; his family’s demise, and then the ultimate pain; his own death.  I must say that I was beginning to have the feelings that I was all along trying to suppress. The kids were innocent, even their parents. I did not see why we should be the tools of settling other people’s scores. Tomb Raider role was better off.
    My phone was ringing and it snapped me to the present. I already knew who it was – Terry. As usual she was calling to tell me that she would be picking me up to go to church together. “Well, just come siz, I would be waiting for ya’.”
    At around nine o’clock she was at my doorstep. Good news is that with the