Monday, 15 February 2010

Chapter 2 - Taken Aboard

The Detective was sitting on his silk embroidered armchair, thinking about his wind-blasted fate - linking his pale fingers together as he think. His sophisticated white coloured summer suit was almost in stain. It has been quite a long time since he had left his cosy room; maybe after the death of almost the entire Gentlemen’s Club members in the Bourdain House. He vowed to do everything he could to solved Lord Drouhte’s death riddles, even if it is making him no more of his usual sane. After the attack, Lord Drouhte seems to be stopping his bloody murders – as if trying to give Detective Hugh Damon some times to pull himself together. But the times given were not meant to be long.

“Detective Hugh,” a pale English boy appears from the other side of the room, “Lord Drouhte sent you a mystery letter.”

“Give it to me Michael,” he said; signs of worries were all over his face. He took the letter hastily and read it in a fast yet thoughtful motion.

To my lovely rival,

The reason that I wrote this letter was to realizing you of what so much time that I had been given you to prepare for my next puzzle. You see, together with this unexpected letter, I slipped some quotes referring to something that might have been or might have not been important to you. A code that may or may not answers your questions.

PS: Shall God sent us to another crime scene… ‘Peacefully’

Under the white envelope where the letter was placed in, there was another paper about the size of a business card. The paper was written on it the words ‘I love to swipe hibiscuses’. To his bewilderment, there is a blood stain on the far end of the small paper.

“He will strike again,” The Detective said; folding the letter firmly as he then throws it into the fireplace, “and his fate is alike to that letter he gave me.” The letter was slowly being eaten by fire, burning until what left was a handful of ashes. Detective Hugh Damon was standing in front of the fireplace, putting a loud smile on his cold face. Michael had never seen him like this before.


The next day was a fresh day for Detective Hugh and his young partner; Michael Williams. They took off by the district bus early in daybreak; before the dewdrops falls and while the senseless morning fogs blinding all over. Both of them were strictly hurried towards their only goal - the Heathrow Airport. They saw such boring scenery at the airport, where every people they met were moving in a rather slow motion; frankly said that, even Detective Hugh was surprised to witness this inexplicable occurrence. As they were approaching the counter, Michael enquired, “Detective, if we are going to catch Drouhte, Why is we’re travelling air-borne?”

“Good question my dear boy, the reason that we are travelling aboard is strictly because of the word ‘swipe’ in Drouhte’s letter.” He hesitated for a moment. Observes his surrounding, and continued “You see Michael; the word ‘swipe’ entitles the fact that Drouhte is doing something concrete, or dare I say some work that can be feel by our five major senses. That means that he can see, touch, taste, smell and obviously hears the object he’s sweeping. Here’s the problem my friend; we don’t have hibiscuses in the United Kingdom.”

“So, that leads us to a country where we can surely feel a large amount of hibiscuses sensibly.” Michael crossed excitedly.

“Good Michael, you have some wits in you, my dear boy.” the other crossed back. As they were standing in front of the receptionist, Hugh took some bills out of his woollen cloak, placed it in front of the wonderful brunette upon him and said, “Can you please provide me a couple of tickets to Malaysia please, my dear lady?”

“Spare me a moment please, sir.” She said; reshuffling some papers in her hands at the double.

“Let’s welcome ourselves to Malaysia Detective, where hibiscuses were cherished as their national flower.” Michael said; grinning as he was footing next to his divine guardian respectfully.


A trip to Malaysia seems to be consequently long, since they’re travelling with late preparation and a lot of anxieties in their psyche. But the most difficult thing: is trying to initialise themselves to the original peninsular climate of this exquisite country. After getting their luggage out of the plane, they were rushed towards a H1N1 booth at the trivial corner of one compartment from the bravura airport. At the small cubicle, they were assessment to make sure that they’re free from the latest pandemic that fled on Malaysia – the Influenza A or also generally known as the swine flu. The nurses seem to be tangled up pretty much by their works – they were busy taking care of foreigners and countrymen coming in and out of the airport.

“The clock strikes three, what’s next in your mind Detective Hugh?” Michael said; staring at his exuberant Flamingo which was emblazoned with delicate sparkles.

“I say, we should have lunch.”

“But where should it be Detective?”

“Oh, you’ll see: somewhere fishy.” He said; manoeuvring his act forwards without using complicated maps or any GPS devices as if knowing all the road networks and streets of this serene realm.


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