DAR, 2020
“Christos hasn’t done anything against us up to now. Looks like he doesn’t have the files.” SJ said, hands on the steering wheel of her Range Rover Evoque.
“We can’t be sure.” Patrice said.
“I can’t think right now. I’m baffled.” SJ said.
“I only know that from wherever it is that we're going there can be no turning back.” Patrice said.
“Leo, are you okay?” SJ said.
Leo nodded. But he wasn’t okay. The girl she loved was in a coma and no one knew when she’d wake. Her mother was in India for surgery and he didn’t know how she was doing. The files that could help clear his father’s name were nowhere to be seen. How can that person be okay?
SJ’s phone rang. She picked it.
“Are you sure?” she said and then listened. She turned back to Leo, her brows bumped together in a scowl. She then replied, “Okay, thank you. Keep digging.”
“Everything alright…?” Patrice said.
SJ sighed, laying her head on the steering wheel.
“What’s wrong?” Leo said.
“It’s one of my men from Mbeya.” SJ said.
“Tell us something…” Patrice said.
“Christos dug Rayhan’s grave.”
“What?” Leo snapped.
“It was empty.”
“What do you mean, empty?” Leo said.
“His body wasn’t in the grave.” SJ said.
“I was there when we buried him. I saw his body.” Leo said.
“He’s a special agent. Maybe you saw what he wanted you to see.” Patrice said.
“You mean my father is alive?”
“We can’t say but it’s what we’re going to find out.” SJ said.
Leo leaned on the Rover’s seat.
“We’ll use all the resources we have. If he’s alive, we’ve to find him before Christos does.” SJ said.
“This is our last chance, Sonia.” Patrice said.
SJ nodded. “My daughter is fighting for her life and I can’t even be with her. Let’s go draw to a close this shit, irretrievably.”
SJ and Patrice used all the resources and connections that they had in the country. As Arnold Schwarzenegger said, life is continuously being hungry. The meaning of life is not simply to exist, to survive, but to move ahead, to go up, to achieve, to conquer. They searched for Rayhan for 30 days.