THE LAST CASE (second chapter)

 

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CHAPTER 2

THE LAST CASE

My name is Henry Mark, and I identify as an entrepreneur. However, the income I generate from that profession is simply not sufficient to support my family. As a result, I have found myself involved in activities such as robbery and scamming for the past 15 years. Throughout this time, I have managed to evade capture, and no one has ever seen my face or learned my true identity. Instead, I go by the name GT, which stands for "The Great Thief." Yes, I understand that this may sound amusing to some, but it is indeed the stark reality of my life.

In my extensive 15-year career of robbery, there has always been one individual who stands out in my mind—Stephen Cavil. He is notorious for his encounters, having successfully executed nearly 32 heists throughout his career. For quite some time, he has been searching for me, fixated on one thing: my own encounter. I could sense that our paths were inevitably destined to cross, and on the fateful date of September 25th, both of us would finally meet.

On that particular day, I returned home to see my two sons and my wife. As I entered the house, I offered them a small smile, a fleeting moment of warmth amidst the storm that was brewing. My wife is aware of my alter ego, GT, and knows the truth about my life as a thief. We made our way to the terrace, where the weight of the situation began to sink in. I shared everything with her, and as the gravity of my impending confrontation loomed over us, tears began to flow from her eyes. We both understood that it was highly likely I wouldn’t be returning home on September 26th.

As the night of September 25th fell, the moon shone at its brightest, casting a silvery glow that illuminated the path ahead. The clouds were sparse, creating a clear view of the surroundings, and although the air was cold, there was an intense fire burning inside me—a fierce desire to confront Stephen Cavil and finally put an end to this cycle of criminal activity that has defined my life for so long. The moment of truth was approaching, and I felt a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through my veins as I prepared for what lay ahead.

I was standing near the gate of the dockyard, the salty breeze gently tugging at my clothes, and watching Stephen from far away, my heart racing with anxiety. The distance felt like a barrier, yet my shadow was showing my true identity, a dark silhouette against the bright dockyard lights. Soon, Stephen managed to see me, his eyes widening in recognition, and he shouted, commanding me to stop. But instead of obeying, I ran away, fueled by a primal instinct to escape. He started to chase me, his heavy footsteps echoing behind me, but deep down, I knew he would kill me if he caught up. I kept running and running, adrenaline pumping through my veins, as he continued to shout for me to halt, but I didn’t listen to him. I ran and ran until I finally stopped, panting heavily, my mind racing with thoughts.

I thought about my son, the innocent child who would be left to face the world without me. If I ran away today, Stephen would find me no matter what. At that moment, I envisioned him taking me away from my son, and the heartbreak of my child witnessing my disgrace weighed heavily on my heart. He would see me as a thief, a criminal, and the thought of him being bullied in school because of my actions was unbearable. Everyone would look at my family in a wrong way, judging us without knowing the truth. I couldn’t let that happen; I would do anything to protect my family, but I couldn't bear the thought of torturing them with my mistakes. In a moment of desperation, I dropped my bag and started to run towards the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore calling to me as if promising an escape. Just then, I heard a gunshot ring out, the sound sharp and terrifying, but the only thing that made me happy was the fact that he couldn’t see my face. He wouldn’t find the real diamonds; the diamonds I pretended to steal were fake, mere decoys. The real ones were with my…

TO BE CONTINUED………….