Chapter 12: Richard Holt talks to Josh Gordon

"Who are you Mister? And how can you say that I'm your friend?" Josh Gordon asked.

"Have a chat with me in another room in private. I can prove to you that I didn't say anything wrong, I'm really your friend." Richard Holt said in a mysterious way.

"Oh is that so, then come with me to a 'private room'. Let's see how you'll prove it."

Josh grabbed Inspector Jamshed's hand as if he was afraid he would try to run away, as soon as he got the chance.

"Why are you trying to break the bones of my hand, brother?" Inspector Richard said nervously.

"No, I don't have any intentions to break your hand, but if you you did not prove that I'm your friend, I'm not sure if I'll break your bones." Josh growled, and dragged him to the second floor through stairs. They reached a hallway. There were two rooms on that floor. Reaching a door, Josh, without letting go of Richard Holt's hand, put his other hand in his pocket, took out the key, unlocked the door, entered inside, locked the door from the inside, and put the key back in his pocket.

"I also wanted you to lock the door from the inside." Richard Holt said with a smile.

"You will want more things, just wait and watch." He did so mercilessly.

He released Richard Holt's hand after locking the door and He pushed him towards a chair and sat down on another chair himself. And them asked Richard Holt,

"Now tell me who you are. And why did you told the counter clerk that you're my friend?"

Richard Holt, stumbled and fell on that chair said, than said in a frightened manner,

"I said that because I wanted to meet you."

"Alright then, you've met me now. Tell me why did you wanted to have a meeting with me?" Josh asked.

"I wanted to meet you regarding Judge Harry Wilson's issues." Richard Holt replied.

"What do you mean?" Josh was shocked for the first time.

"What I mean is that, Judge Harry Wilson got you arrested because you were trying to bribe him. Is that correct?" Richard Holt asked calmly.

" Yes! That's correct. But I've already been convicted of this crime. What happened now? Why are you in search of me?" He asked in a cofused manner.

"Why did you went to the judge's house to bribe him for those murderers? What's your relationship with them?" Inspector Richard asked.

"They were my good friends." Josh replied.

"Were they really just friends or were they your blood relatives?" Richard Holt asked, looking observantly at him. Josh felt that looks of him and anxiously asked,

"Who the hell are you and why are you asking me these questions?"

"I'll introduce myself to you later, first tell me what was your actual relationship with those criminals?" Richard Holt asked him in a cold voice.

"I told you they were just friends!" Josh replied furiously.

"Maybe the accused were also the members of this club, and the club's thugs collected money and sent you to Judge Harry Wilson as a representative to make the deal?" Inspector Richard said thoughtfully.

Josh looked at him in shock as if he was a miracle and then said,

"Who..... Who are you?"

"I've already told you that my name is Benson! From what I have just guessed, looking at your expressions on hearing me, it is clear that what I said is correct, and it clearly means that, the principle of this club is that if a person is caught committing a crime, he should be saved in some way. If the bribe does not work, when that criminal returns from the prison then he must take revenge on those who did not take the bribe. If that's the case, then I've to meet the owner of this damn club." Richard Holt said.

"What do you mean by saying these things? Just tell me your name!" Josh shouted with confusion.

"I've already told you my name so many time! Now it's your turn to tell me the name of the owner of this club." Richard Holt grinned.

"I can tell you the club owner's name, but before that you'll have to tell me everything about yourself. If you lie again, you will not be able to get out of this room, this room will become your tomb." Josh frowned.

"Then listen! I can't tell you more about myself than I already have. But I will force you to tell me the name of the owner of the club." saying this, Richard Holt quickly got up his chair, moved towards Josh Gordon with the speed of light and he took his hand and twisted it. It all happened as if a very powerful man grabbed the arm of a small child and twisted it. Josh's eyes were filled with terror, he felt so much pain that he hesitated,

"Y....you.....you....!!"