Elephant Dropping (9781301895199) (35 page)

Dogra listened
intently as Patel explained. He finished the conversation, on an
equitable note. ‘There is nothing to worry about. I will be here in
Nairobi to meet you. Ok?’

‘Yes ok, sir, I
hope this matter will be cleared up quickly.’

‘It will Dogra
my friend, it will. Just do as I say ok. You have my number if
there are any problems.’

‘Yes thank you,
sir,’ Dogra said as he hung up.

Patel giggled
nervously as he made the next call.

‘Hello Fimbo, I
have good news,’ he announced.

‘Yes, I hope it
is good. Tell me?’

‘The man those
cops are looking for is at the factory now, his name is Patel. He
is a very tricky fellow and might claim his name is Dogra. I’m sure
he is the one they are looking for. They should just ask for the
new manager.’

‘I see, the new
manager. Ok, and I understand that you are about to sell your
Landcruiser, is that correct?’

‘Yes that’s
true, as soon as I get back to Malindi can take you on a test drive
if you wish to buy it?’

‘Very good,’
growled Fimbo, ‘very good news indeed
muhindi
. See you
soon,’ he hung up.

Patel, calmer
now having bought himself time, went to his next appointment with a
shipping agent in the Mombasa port.

*

Inspector Fimbo
slapped his swagger stick on the desk in elation, at the same time
shouting out for Mugo.

‘Yes Sir,’ came
the distant reply.

‘Get the car
ready we are going to capture a terrorist, and tell those Nairobi
boys to meet us at the Pollycans factory.’

Mugo put his
head around the door. ‘A terrorist?’

‘Yes here in
Malindi, can you imagine!’ Fimbo laughing picked up his pistol.
‘Hurry up!’

The police land
rover arrived at the factory car park in a cloud of dust. Five
armed policemen, dressed in a variety of combat fatigues, eagerly
scrambled out of the back.

‘Spread out!’
shouted Fimbo theatrically. ‘Cover all the exits. Let’s catch this
panya
!’The inspector pulled out his gun and holding it aloft
shot once into the air and then ducked down in a crouch, moving
dramatically towards the factory entrance. He shouted at Mugo to
give him back-up.

The noise of
the shot had the factory employees staring as Fimbo slammed in the
door yelling at the startled receptionist to lie down. ‘Like an
envelope!’ he ordered. The terrified woman dropped to her knees
behind the counter and lay down full length.

‘Where is the
new manager?’ Fimbo barked leaning over the counter to look at
her.

Her hand
shaking, she pointed at the office. The door opened and Dogra came
out to see what all the commotion was about.

‘Aha!’ Fimbo
shouted glaring at him and waving the gun menacingly. ‘Are you the
new manager?’

‘Yes,’ he said
looking frightened, ‘is there a problem, sir?’

‘You are the
problem!’ Fimbo shouted, holding his gun on Dogra and yelling in
glee at Mugo. ‘Cuff him!’

Mugo reached
for Dogra and roughly put him in handcuffs.

‘Why are you
doing this? What have I done?’

‘Shadap,’ Fimbo
said and struck him across the face with his swagger stick. ‘We got
him, get the prisoner in the car.’ He announced to his men as he
strode out to the car park.

A disappointed
cheer went up from the assembled group, they had expected more
action. Cyrus arrived just as the manager was being dragged
awkwardly to the police car by at least four cops.

‘We caught
him,’ Fimbo told Cyrus triumphantly. ‘Here is your terrorist,’
pointing at a now very frightened Dogra sitting in the dust, a red
welt across his face and torn shirt adding to his disheveled
appearance.

‘Ahh good, your
name is Patel?’ He addressed Dogra.

‘Yes, no,’
stammered Dogra, ‘please what is the problem?’

‘Of course he
is Patel,’ Fimbo lent down and shouted at Dogra, ‘do you deny it?’
He shook his head miserably.

‘See - Patel,’
Fimbo said looking at Cyrus.

‘You are wanted
in Nairobi for questioning,’ Cyrus said.

‘About my work
permit, listen, Patel told me.’

Fimbo cut him
short. ‘Be quiet,’ he shouted, and turning to Cyrus, ‘these
Indians,’ he spat on the ground, ‘they always lie. If he tell you
he is going south, this means he is going north, liars all of
them,’ waving his swagger stick at Dogra menacingly. ‘Take him, get
out of my sight!’

Cyrus looked at
his companion and with an inclination of his head nodded toward the
car. The man helped Dogra to his feet, and walked him to the car
under the menacing gaze of the armed policemen. ‘In you go,’ he
said, not unkindly, ‘our boss wants to talk to you.’

Cyrus turned to
the inspector. ‘Thanks for your help that was quick work. Now we
only need you to find the
mzungu
Nicholls - and the other
Indian.’

‘If they are
here in Malindi, we shall not miss them,’ said Fimbo confidently
and turning to a crowd of employees who had come out of the
factory, he shouted. ‘Kwenda! Fucki offs. Go back to work unless
you want to join the
muhindi
,’ and cackled loudly as they
scrambled back into the building.

Cyrus smiled at
the show. ‘I’m still looking for one of my colleagues - Titus. He
was supposed to be here in Malindi.’

‘What does he
look like?’ asked Fimbo.

Cyrus described
him.

‘Hmmm,’ said
Fimbo his eyes narrowing, an amused glint in his eye, ‘and this
man, he worked with you?’

‘Yes,’ nodded
Cyrus.

‘Maybe he went
to the beach to chase
mzungu
ladies, even went swimming
somewhere. This is a holiday town.’

‘No, I don’t
think so,’ smiled Cyrus, ‘Titus can’t swim.’

Fimbo chuckled.
‘That’s too funny, if we find him, we will let you know. Now I have
to get back to the station. Don’t lose your prisoner,’ he pointed
with his stick at Dogra.

Cyrus leaned in
the window of his car and looked at Dogra cowering on the back
seat. ‘Your name is Patel?’ He asked

‘Yes, my name
is Patel,’ Dogra nodded unconvincingly.

He turned to
his companion. ‘What do you think?’

‘He says he’s
Patel, this is the Pollycans factory, let’s go home.’

Cyrus grunted.
‘You’re right, but this guy does not look like a terrorist and we
still haven’t found the other two.’

His companion
shrugged. ‘Not my problem.’

‘Ok, let me
tell the boss.’ Cyrus rang Rubia.

‘Good news,
Sir,’ he announced, ‘we have got Patel.’

‘You have?’
Excellent work, what about the other Indian and Nicholls, any
news?’

‘The police in
Malindi have been very helpful sir, but there is no news. The
motorbike has not been spotted anywhere.’

‘I see. How
long will it take you to get back to Nairobi?’

‘If we leave
now, we will be there around nine tonight.’

‘Good, see you
then. Don’t lose him,’ instructed Rubia.

Cyrus opened
the back door, and said to Dogra. ‘Hold your hands up; I want to
loosen your cuffs.’ Shaking with fright he did as he was told.
Cyrus clipped one cuff through the armrest on the passenger door
and the other one on Dogra’s right wrist. ‘We have got a long drive
in front of us. I’m tired and I don’t want any trouble from you,
ok?’

Dogra nodded
miserably. ‘No problem sir.’

*

Inspector Fimbo
rang Patel. ‘Listen
muhindi
, that other terrorist fellow has
been captured and is being taken to Nairobi by the other cops. When
do I get my Landcruiser?’

‘I will be in
Malindi later today, and we can meet. All the cops have gone?’

‘Yes they have
all left. Don’t delay.’ Fimbo warned.

‘No problem
sir,’ Patel said. He would have to move fast, as soon as whoever
was looking for him realised who Dogra was, they would be back. He
cursed Azizza for installing the password; he couldn’t leave the
country without her help.

He rang her.
‘Hello my dear,’ he said smoothly.

‘So what’s
going on now, where are you?’ She demanded.

‘I’m still in
Mombasa, I had to finalise a few things. Now I want you to get my
Landcruiser back from Evans. Give him his Mercedes. Have you done
the money transfer?’

‘The transfer
will be done this afternoon. When are you going to be in
Malindi?’

‘I’m driving up
today. It’s very important that I get my car back and I want it
parked at the house. Is that clear?’

‘Why should I
run around for you,’ Azizza balked, ‘you have a lot of explaining
to do mister?’

‘So have you,’
he retorted crossly, ‘that password thing has really screwed things
up.’

‘Screwed up
your plans to take all the money no doubt,’

His tone
softened. ‘Come on, we are nearly there we just have to be careful
now. I want you to do the transfer, get the car back from Evans,
and wait for me at the house.’

‘Why what’s
happened?’ She said in alarm.

‘Trust me, it’s
going to be ok, just do it for me dear, please.’

‘Ok.’ It must
be serious, there was that please word again.

‘Thank you
sweetie,’ Patel said gratefully. ‘See you later.’

Azizza rang
Evans. ‘I have good news for you,’ she announced. ‘Can you bring
the Landcruiser around to the house? You can then take the
Mercedes. Right now,’ she replied to his eager question.

SEVENTEEN

Brian had a
hangover he sleepily pulled a pillow over his head and tried to go
back to sleep, but niggling half memories of last night flooded his
consciousness and he sat up with a start. Looking wildly around him
he saw Lucy rummaging around in his backpack. ‘Hey!’ He called
out.

Lucy looked up
guiltily, and then stood up stark naked facing him with Loda’s gun
in her hand. Brian gasped - the sight of her beautiful naked body
and the gun was heaven and hell all at the same time. ‘Lucy put
that down,’ he commanded.

She pointed it
at him. ‘You bad mans, you have gun, heey?’

‘Give it to
me,’ he tried again, ‘it’s dangerous.’

Lucy pranced
round the room firing at invisible assailants, fully aware of
displaying her naked body for him. ‘Pow! pow!’

Recalling he
had removed the clip, Brian wrapped himself in the sheet and moved
towards her. She stepped back. ‘Take off clothes or I makes you
dedi!’

He declined to
play and sat down on the bed, nursing his head. ‘Come on stop
fooling around, my head hurts.’

Lucy
disappointed, sat beside him and handed over the gun, looking
closely at his face. ‘You have headache?’ she asked tenderly.

He nodded,
putting the gun in his bedside drawer.

‘Me Dr. Lucy,
makes better.’ She reached under the sheet and got hold of him, a
few squeezes and Brian was instantly aroused. ‘Oooh, better,’ she
cooed.

He tried to
push her hand away, but she only smiled and pulling the sheet
higher up, moved her head down towards his thighs, kissing his
naked flesh and at the same time pushing him back on the bed. He
sighed in sensuous surrender as she took him in her mouth. ‘You
have nice cock,’ she announced licking him teasingly. Expertly
squeezing and tugging she increased his arousal, he reached for her
but she moved away and stood in front of him, caressing herself
with her hands. She turned round and bent over giving him a full
display of her tight buttocks and the cleft of her sex. ‘You like?’
she asked looking over her shoulder at him, grinning at his obvious
desire.

‘You’re
gorgeous,’ he agreed, his headache forgotten, ‘come.’

‘Yes, Somali
womens very sexy.’ She said as straddled him and rubbed herself
with his erection, teasing, not allowing penetration but moving
away from his thrusting hips, her hand on his chest pinning him
down and giggling at his frustration.

Brian tried to
sit up and she leapt away from him, laughing. ‘You have no
headache?’ she asked, giving him another full display, gyrating
sensuously.

‘Ohhhh,’ Brian
moaned in desire, ‘Jesus,’ wanting her with every fibre of his
body. ‘Lucy please,’ he called to her.

‘You want me,’
she asked innocently, ‘you loves Lucy hey?’

‘Yes yes,’ he
agreed.

She smiled and
lay down full length next to him. ‘You kissis me first,’ she told
him as he hungrily reached for her.

An hour later,
Brian suddenly remembered he was supposed to have called Doug.
‘Shit,’ he exclaimed leaping out of bed, and scrabbling around in
his backpack for the new mobile.

He switched it
on and hit the dial button. ‘Hello Doug.’

‘Yes, are you
ok?’ Doug replied, concern in his voice.

‘Yes sorry, I
overslept.’

‘No worries.
Did you get through to your sister?’

‘Yes I left a
message on her answer machine.’

‘Good so what’s
up? Are you coming back to Ganda?

Brian thought
frantically, looking at Lucy. ‘Ahh no, not today, I have a few
leads I want to explore, and I want to try calling my sister
again.’

‘Ok, as long as
you’re safe. My uncle has gone to Voi to talk to the cops. When do
you want to call again?’

‘Let’s talk
this evening, can you manage that?’

‘Yep, no
problem, take care of yourself.’ Doug rang off.

Brian put the
mobile back in his bag, wondering why he had not told him about
Lucy. ‘Who you call?’She asked sleepily.

‘Doug, my
friend,’ he said putting on jeans. ‘I’m going to see if I can find
some coffee, do you want one?’

Lucy yawned
shaking her head. ‘Tea,’ she said, ‘with milk,’ as he went
downstairs.

He rummaged
through a cupboard in the kitchen, found tea bags and a tin of
condensed milk, but no coffee. He put the kettle on and continued
his search, only finding a packet of coffee beans. ‘Bugger it,’ he
muttered then to his joy found a coffee grinder. ‘God bless all
Italians,’ he said aloud.