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Chapter 3 (b) part 2
48th avenue Ocean beach
Richmond District ,
San Francisco ,
California
19th July, 2013
20 : 00 hrs
Priya lay on her bed all curled up for hours clutching James's picture and the ring close to her chest, traitor tears escaped her eyes a couple of times. a couple of times phone rang and went into voice mail. She couldn't care less let the whole world go to hell . What she couldn't comprehend is why he did what he did? . On the one side the guilt that she blamed him in so many words for the mess all their lives were, was eating her up from the inside and on the other her broken heart already broke again if it were possible, looking at the ring which came to her via mail, few days after she heard an unsaid good bye from him. Partly she felt she deserved it all as she let herself think that James had to do anything in Sia's case. Cause it was all transparent - his feelings for her, it should be enough reason not to doubt him. She couldn't even get over the shock that he took her words so seriously that now he is facing death penalty .
The phone rang again , no one picked it up so it went to voice-mail. She got up and wiped her tears with back of her hand . She switched On the room light it had been dark inside as she hadn't got up previously to put on the lights.
" hey Priya its me Mark again."
She felt a resolve forming inside her.
"Umm can you call back need to discuss something about that Greshnev stuff "
She got up, put on a coat as the weather was chilly outside went to the phone , dialed Mark and waited patiently for him to pick up . Finally after about 5 minutes he picked it up
"Hey gorgeous whatssup??
"you called me?? anything important?? cause i need your help " an idea played in her head
"Always straight to business hmpf! well you know recently i got promoted from - "
"Page 3 section to national news section yeah i know so??" She interjected testily while she ran her free hand through her hair .
"oh!! ... OK i will come to point recently there was this accident and apparent killing of one Aidan something.."
"Parker. It's Aidan Parker" she looked pointedly at ceiling.
" yeah him .. before i was given the Russian arms deal story with Greshnev's apparent vanishing act I stumbled upon a Wedding certificate of one Mrs. Sia Sullivan or Sia Rajput ... am confused-"
Priya's breathed caught a bit with the mention of her best friend and all are disinterest vanished
"It's both ..long story ...continue..."
"yeah well ... the Wedding certificate was of her AND Aidan - "
" W.H.A.T ??" She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
" let me finish will ya?? so i got hold of this document but things gets interesting much more in that neither Aidan nor Sia knew each other . i did a little poking and got to know that on the said date they weren't even present in front of the legal people to get legally wedded, and that the wedding license was requested by one I.B! a lady. Now who is this mysterious lady i dunno ... but hey i just called in to let you know as you have mentioned before about knowing Sia . So.. who is this Sia ?? and how is she connected to Aidan?? "
She looked determined "Thanks ... Thanks a lot Mark , you gave a path to me "
"so what help you needed babe?? " Mark smiled on his apparent pleasing act .
Priya hesitated a bit. After a moment she exhaled and said " You remember when we met for the first time i was working on the homeless destitute of the subways and their drug cartel??
"yeah " Mark was getting a bit serious as he guess where she was going.
" well... Can you get me some details about Ramirez' Cartel , Mikhailovskaya Bratvas and Cartwright Brothers ?? and the supposed animosity between Victor Ramirez and Edwin Cartwright?? i believe it can lead to your Greshnev case too? after all Greshnev was a spy of Mikhail in Ramirez's cartel "
she heard nothing for a while ... she thought may be he hung up or worse he deduced why she was asking all these stuff. she bit her lower lip in anticipation , after what seemed like ages
"ok . i will look into it , what you are asking is very risky as nobody knows much about Greshnev and you are asking about 3 powerful groups.!!! "
"I know Mark , But you like adventures right?? so may be..." she waited for an affirmative.
"yeah you are right in that though ..." Mark smiled a knowing smile
"Great!! OK we will meet at your place two days from now OK?? " Priya was excited a lot after all she got a ray of hope
"Great ... But hey STILL you haven't said WHY are you interested in these stuffs, to my knowledge you aren't on any case related to them right?? "
"It's nothing ... a CI (that's Confidential Informant) i know needs to be sent to WITSEC ( Witness Security Program, where any vital witnesses are given complete protection secretively ) and i was asked to look into it discreetly "
Priya held her chain from which an "OM " was hanging and mentally apologized to Mark for lying to him and making up this fake excuse.
"Ok fine... Bye " and the line went dead...
Priya started searching something through her old files. (in these many years of journalism she had developed a fine 'network' of eyes and ears which was important for her work. She was hopeful some of it might get handy now.) .Now was the time to put to use the 'network'
Unaware to her , A dark figure was looking at her apartment through a pair of powerful binocs all this time. Right from her putting on room lights.
it looked like the figure was talking to some one although no visible device was present, nor the person talking to.
"She is Safe"
" I can't Say for how long"
"it's a hunch"
" There was no activity for a week"
"None. Now she is excited "
" next target?"
The dark figure was standing between a pair of pillars in the second floor, such that he was entirely in dark . The balcony he was on was angled a bit away from the street lights . He looked into his iridescent watch and in the light of his dial a bracelet shone brightly "Dmitri Iv-" ...
X-X-X-X-X-X
Boulevard Park
Sacramento
California
Same night
around 21:00 Hrs
Mark Smith was a bit concerned he kept looking at the names he jotted down from the phone conversation with his colleague Priya Blackwell. His eyebrows were knitted together in an intense concentration. He crossed, circled and practically doodled all around the names. it rang of something but, he couldn't lay his hand on what, right at that moment.
He got up , checked his window (purely out of habit ) drew the curtains close and flopped on to his bed . All of a sudden he sat upright as if some thing dawned on him.
"Mikhail ... Ramirez... and the Cartwrights!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! its..Aidan Parker...Parker!!! how can YOU miss it dude!!!!!. there I go looking at a complete wrong angle !!! ..." a feverish light shone in his eyes again as he called Mr. Dominic Parker
The call went through on it's second ring itself
" I remember saying NOT to call me on this number. What's so Important ?? Girlfriend deserted or ... let see...-"
Mark got scared a bit but put on a brave mask " No.. NO Mr. Parker , I have got something to tell you "
"what couldn't wait the day light??" replied back a bored voice
Mark gulped and nervously said " Sir , I found out what you had asked me to do...."
"Oh yeah?? what would that be again?? "
"Sir Aidan's Murder and the Blackwell case are linked..."
"Great!! you know the drill. Meet me with the gang two days from now. Have got some business to attend to first " and the call ended.
Mark was spooked a bit. Whenever Mr.Dominic Parker said 'business' it did not bode well with some or the other person. He mentally felt sorry for who ever or whatever Mr. Parker was behind of. As he hadn't had a decent sleep for a week now . He fell back on his bed and was slightly snoring in minutes.
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