Chapter - 11

Anna gained sobriety at a certain time during the flight journey itself, she looked around for Clyde and found him on her right; she presumed he had carried her over till her seat from the lobby. She was hungry, she pushed the button above her and soon enough the hostess stood by her. She said what she wanted, the lady returned with what she asked for; bread, bacon, cheese, cookies, orange juice and a galaxy smooth milk. She switched on the screen in front of her, clicked on the movies option; there were many languages, she chose English; and further she chose American Soldiers. She plugged in the headphones and began watching as she ate. Although her food was over thirty minutes into the movie, she continued watching; the plot was intriguing. She watched it with keen interest and without a blink; within her she admired the director's brilliant work. The 1 hour 50 minutes came to an end just as the landing announcement voiced through the voice box. She pulled the headphones off and turned around to see an already awake Clyde watching her. She smiled and quizzed him, “What, you've been spying on me; I was kind of freaked out when I saw you looking at me. Jeez!”

“No, American Soldiers is one among my favorites too; I was just, you know, looking.”

“Just don't gimme that stare again, that's it.”

The plane soon was racing through the runway as its speed gradually depressed, they didn't waste much time on the plane this time. After collecting their baggage, Anna booked them a cab to her place, when Clyde asked about that, she replied,

“I have my car in the porch, we'll have some breakfast and drop you home. Don't worry, we'll eat at a restaurant, you needn't suffer my cooking.”

“Woo; you cook, I thought you couldn't. Just joking, I know you do cook. That black spot on your wrist just tells me you got it burned while cooking not more than week from today.”

“Jeez, are you from the FBI or something; you are smart. Yeah, I had it while cooking just the day we left for Canada.”

Their cab arrived; they got in and headed for Anna's house. Clyde was confused when the driver finally stopped between tall buildings.

“I thought you lived in a house when you said about having a porch and car in it. So you live in an apartment, it seems.”

“Well, that was just a literary phrase. Don't worry again, this building's got a basement parking and I've my car there.”

They walked up into the building, went up the floors and finally the elevator doors parted on the 17th floor, where Anna had her apartment. She swiped the card and the door clicked open, they went in and closed the door behind them. Anna's flat was somewhat like her, beautiful yet careless in a way; Clyde put down his bags in the living room and sat on a couch, the walls were draped all over with red wallpaper, it had yellow lights and a King size bed, and so it was also the bedroom, the kitchen was also there as it was a studio flat. Few minutes later, Anna emerged from the other room having changed.

“Would also not change, those clothes look weary on you.”

“Yeah sure; by the way, what are you keeping in there?”

“I've got my closet, laundry and all the extra stuff installed in there, I rarely have visitors and so I prefer not having a separate bedroom. Come on, go in and change, I'm starving.”

He went into the room and locked the door; before he changed he just looked around the room. The big brown closet, the ironing table, the laundry bag, the washing machine, the big mirror and the makeup set everything ideal to that of an actress's caravan; but there was something in that room that is not there in an actress's caravan, a dozen pcs. Five laptops, three i-pads, three mobile phones and a large TV; also some devices he couldn't recognize. He changed and was back in the living room where another TV was playing the live news. He looked to see what were the recent updates; and the next news shocked him out;

Heavy Blast at Simpson’s tower; around ten people are seriously hurt and many others also hospitalized. It was just half an hour ago that the blast occurred very unexpectedly. Regional police have filed a case and have begun investigation. Police suspect two Muslims men, who work as security guards at the Simpson tower to be involved. They are still searched as police have drawn out that they have worked as internal help; police also highlights that the bomb have been placed the day before. Further details are said to be revealed only after a detailed investigation especially by the Canadian Counter-terrorism department.

Anna said nothing, when the news-reader moved on to the next report she let out a deep breath. He then asked,

“Did you just feel that we escaped by an inch?”

“I don't know about that, but, those reporters are very mean. Why did they have they have to describe those two men as by their religion; they could've just said two men. Why highlight their religion; I don't understand.” “You won't understand that; a blast report, when explained via visual media can have more arousal and reactions when they blame it on Muslims or Iraqis or Pakistanis etc. the objective is just this, letting the people hear what they wish. All this show business is just to increase their TRP rating and earn profits, all they sell is lies, and people always tend to buy those lies and the former continues to sell; it's all a cycle."

“Well, whatever you say, I can't accept it that way. Visual media needs to have its amendments.”

“You can say, but nothing such as those is gonna happen. Visual media is far beyond any correction.”

After they had their meal; Clyde asked her to drop him at George's office. She pulled up outside George's office; Clyde took along his bag, thanked her and walked into the building. Miriam was at the entrance, she was arranging the place; he asked about George, she replied he was upstairs. He put his bags there and walked up the stairs, he knocked at the bedroom door. The door finally opened and George beckoned him in, “Clyde you rascal, when did you return; how was the whole trip?”

Clyde replied nothing, he working on his phone while George waited for a reply. Clyde finally raised his head and also his phone, the phone screen began to play a video,

“Explain this, Detective George Miles,” Clyde said.

The video showed George's encounter with Axel including the kill. George replied,

“I will….I will…Gimme an hour.”