Friday 9 March 2012

Deo volente

Drake stormed into the cabin like a raging bull. He saw the guy and picked up from where he stopped by literally picking him apart.

The three boys kept in there were meant to be sold in the black market and shipped abroad. The organ market was at a peak at this time of the year and the three boys were going to produce a handsome profit for the man in the cabin and whomever else he was collaborating with.

"He saw your face" I told Drake cynically the minute he stepped out of the cabin.

"Take the kids out of here. Get them straight to a police station. We will meet again tomorrow. I have some unfinished business to take care of."

We met up the following day but we did not exchange a single word about yesterday's event. Actually, Drake never really discussed what he did in the woods after I took off with the kids. The only certainty was that the man in the cabin, was not seen in New Atlantica ever again.

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