Chapter - 6

The SUV painted with “POLIZEI” rushed through the streets of Berlin, its passengers being two police officers and Clyde. Further investigation got him terrorist charges in his name removed. Yet they made no changes in the decision to deport him. He called his mother and explained the situation, she but just replied;

“Come home, I'm still alive and healthy.”

She was always strong, ever since the time she became the single parent he always saw her with the body of a woman and with the spine of a man. He told her the flight timing and asked her to pick him up. The flight hit the ground, twenty fours from his arrest, and Clyde walked up to the Heathrow airport's baggage belt and waited for his to come. The woman who sat next to him on the plane waved at him as she walked away towards the exit. He walked up to her, she gave him a hug and said; “Everything's gonna be alright, this big city have a lot of opportunities awaiting you, call me if you need any help,” saying she handed him a card and told he could call anytime in the day, she then walked towards the exit. He found his bag coming around, reached out and picked it, dragging it on its wheels he stepped out into London. His mother was there; she walked up to, gave him a hug and asked him how the travel was; he replied,

“The two hours flight was ultra-boring for a man who has no future.”

When they reached the car, she opened the trunk and he put his bag in and closed it. They drove through the vibrant city that has a lot of opportunities, they stopped at a restaurant for breakfast, but before they got out, his mother took out a tissue from the tissue box and extended it over to him;

“Wipe that lipstick off your face, don't trouble yourself telling me it's source.”

Embarrassed he took it, opened the mirror and wiped it off. He remembered that she had given him a kiss on his cheek when they hugged. When they settled down at the table, his mom asked him about his further plans, he replied,

“Perhaps I'd have to take up my old job, if it's available!”

“Ah, I forgot to tell you. Your childhood buddy, Miles, is in town, he opened a private investigation agency recently, in collaboration with some other big agencies.”

“But with his intelligence and smartness, I thought he'll get into FBI or something. But he's opened a private investigation agency!? I'm kind of surprised, you know.”

“And people thought you are gonna appear on some big channel when they heard that you boarded the flight to Berlin.”

“That was too rude mom, please don't be rude be with me.”

“Oh yeah! Shut your mouth with bacon on your plate or the talk's gonna get bad. That woman, your wife, just brushed you off without a warning. I told you she wasn't the right person.”

“The words you used back then to describe her, it was really horrible mom. Please, let's stop this topic for the time being. We'll talk something better.”

They continued on with the meal, when they got back in the car, he had a quick thought,

“If his office, Miles‟ office, is on the way home just drop me there. I'll come home in the evening when he closes for the day. You needn't drop me home, you can head straight to office.”

“Okay, I'll do that. I needn't waste a lot deal of fuel then.”

The office was on Stockley Road, he had his living space in the same building. The office was actually an old house renovated out according to the current need. There was a lady at the, what looked like a, reception. A receptionist for a private investigator is kind of unsafe, Clyde thought. She enquired Clyde of the reason he had come; Clyde said he was a childhood friend of Miles and was just back from Germany. The lady told take the stairs up as Miles was in his room. Clyde saw the office door with the designation, George Miles, and the flight of stairs next to it. George Miles was going through certain confidential files in his personal I-pad, something he secretly possessed. He heard a knock at his bedroom door, he thought it was Miriam. He quickly hid his i-pad inside his bag, pulled out his big file rack and opened out a few on the table. When he finished with the arrangements, he opened the door and there stood the man he wanted to see for a long time. Clyde pushed him in, entered himself. He laughed wildly,

“Hey smarty pants, why aren't you at the FBI?!”

“Getting rejected three times is pretty clearly telling me they don't want me onboard. What about you, why in the world are you here?”

“I think because I just failed where I wanted to win.”

“What's future plans.”

“What else, back to estate service if I still can get it.”

“Join me then.” “Nay, but I'll visit once in a while, you know what I mean.”