Chapter 13

In between all this problems I thought we could take some time to rest our brains...but you know how good these people are. And so I thought to ask them, whether they could accompany me to the bar nearby.

And when I asked Mr.Robert, his reply was."Do whatever you want but don't go out of the city limits."

And I argued," If you so say...but you could also join me...and see that I don't escape."

He glared at me from under the glasses, he wore when he used to read tiny documents with high concentration. After few minutes he closed the file with a sigh...meaning he gave up. Good. So,my next target is Mr.Dawson. I went to him ,who was going through another file in a separate room.....when I entered the room, he seemed stressed about something. I asked,

"Is something wrong Mr.Dawson.?"

"Just this...case doesn't add up anything which isn't new from other cases."

"So.. Would you like to take a break for a while,if u think later...maybe you could figure out something that's useful to pur case."

"Your right Toblin, but what would you suggest for the 'leisure time'.?"

"I say...that....we go to the bar near by and have some drinks and.....just talk a little."

"Yeah...seems good to me."

As we entered the bar,the lights splashed vibrant colours with a heavy thud of music in the background. People swayed to the music with wine glasses in their hand. Bartenders were moving everywhere serving high people with high needs and high money. Yes this is how the social process works. People with high money, they get high services. And there were also other kinda of people who came to talk deals.ILLEGAL ONES. And we weaved through the crowed and drunken people, and found an empty booth and took our seats. After dew minutes of silence amongst us three....I decided to speak up.

"So...what would you guys like to have?"

"I'll take 2 shots of Negroni and a Dry Martini."

"And Ill just have Mojito."

When the bartender came up and asked for order...I said their choices as well as mine...which included Manhattan.

When we were waiting for our drinks, Mr. Dawson spoke.

"So....Mr.Toblin....is this your favorite place?"

"So sir....I came here one on a date.... And I liked this place ever since. But never got the chance of visiting it."

"I see.....and you have a great tastevin your drinks Toblin."

"Thanks Mr.Dawson."

He nodded his head in an act of acknowledgment.

When our drinks arrived , we slowly poured them in our respective glasses and took a small mouth from it. When I started to look around the place, I then noticed that all the people were wearing almost black. I was certainly confused. The last time I checked, there was no dress colour code for this bar. Then...whats the matter..... I turned to Mr.Robert and asked him.

"Why is everyone wearing black in here..?"

"This is because black is prestigious colour and dominates and exhibits power. As people here are from high level of social ladder, they mostly wear black. But you can also see, people who wear other colours. Which signifies, they are not from the eminent family.

When he kept on saying, I started to look around and notice something suspicious. That was a guy in all Black. But even though he was wearing black, his dirty and torn shoes gave away his hide. He was wearing a hood over his shirt ....I guess. So I couldn't see his face. And when he noticed he watching him....mainly his shoes, he pulled his leg inside, towards him. I slowly informed Mr.Robert and Mr.Dawson about this mysteroius man and his unusual behavior. And when we all looked back to the place he sat earlier...he was gone. Expected. But what I didn't expect was.....he was standing right next to me. And even before I could utter something, he dropped a coin and merged into the crowed leaving a bewildered player behind .