Blog 3 Topic 7 Chapter 3 Detective albert brown Mexico

 

Blog 3

Topic 7

Chapter 3

Detective Albert brown

Mexico

The words echoed in my head: “You have to go to Mexico.”

Wait—was I mad to even consider it? My mind spun, but I told him I could go. His eyes locked on me in a way that froze my blood. I agreed, but demanded a partner.

I went to her. “Hey Siria, how are you?” She was the only one I could trust—though her brother was alive, this mission was too unprofessional to involve him. Jason’s work required Siria’s help.

I tried to hug her. She punched me. “Where have you been all this time?”

I laughed, masking the sting. “I was on a mission, sorry my girl.”

Her death stare cut through me. “Shut the fuck up.”*

I asked her to come with me to Mexico. She agreed—on one chilling condition: “I want to shoot people.”

WTF. But I agreed.

I armed her, gave her a suit—she looked dangerously beautiful. Sometimes I thought I should propose. Jason sneered: “You asshole got your date, take this ring.” I smiled, refusing any fee. He warned: “I was ready to kill you if you asked for one. Now go.”

At the airport, Siria and I played the part of a couple on a trip. But beneath the act, the mission loomed.

Mexico. The city. The hotel. Separate rooms. She vanished on her own “work.” I hunted Harley—the underworld mafia boss allied with Hector, sworn to kill Tony. My mission: bring Harley in alive.

I found Chris, Tony’s and Tom’s best friend. He recognized me instantly. “Albert, Jason told me about you. Did you propose your girl?” He was wild—flowers, balloons, a DSLR. He forced me to Siria’s room.

The door crashed open. She was with another boy. My heart shattered. Chris was stunned. I was broken. She whispered: “Albert, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Her eyes caught the ring. Tears fell. “I’m sorry…”

I smiled through the pain. “You don’t need to cry. I don’t deserve you. You’re far better.” I turned to her boyfriend. “I’m sorry.” And I left.

Chris dragged me to a local shop. Beer. Tears. His words cut deep: “Life is like this. You’re late, you miss everything.” I left the ring on the table. Jason called. “Did that asshole get her as his fiancée?” Chris answered: “No, she had a boyfriend. One-sided love.”

Jason’s voice steadied me: “Don’t worry. Girls are like that. You’re late, you miss. Same happened to me. Focus on your mission. Keep the ring.”

Chris and I fist-bumped. Mission first.

I discovered Harley lived near our hotel. Perfect. I called Chris. He agreed to plan. Then—knock at my door. Siria. “Albert, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I laughed bitterly. “Forget it. Go enjoy. I’m busy.” She left. I punched the wall so hard my hand broke—but the pain didn’t matter.

Another knock. Goons. They stormed in. A brutal fight. I was kidnapped.

Tied to a chair. Harley appeared. “Detective Albert Brown, age 23.” He knew me. I smiled. “Harley Hemsworth, age 29. Mexico resident, German origin. Father Gordon Hemsworth—killed by you. Mother Lila Hemsworth—died when you were nine. Sister raped—you took revenge. Nine years in Mexico. Partner Hector. Drug smuggling empire.”

He collapsed in shock. “You’re a great detective. I can’t believe I brought you here.”

They freed me. I rose. “Jason mentioned you two days ago. But I’ve known you since childhood. You were my senior.” Harley’s eyes widened. “You’re still alive.”

I laughed. “I’ve searched for you for ten years. Finally, you’re here.”

Siria appeared, gun aimed at Harley. “Harley Hemsworth, how are you, my dear friend?”

Harley laughed. “Detective, you destroyed me in one day. Hector won’t survive this.”

I stepped closer. “Who is the hacker?” His silence betrayed the truth.

I roared: “Dr. Siria, you are under arrest!”

The room froze. Her gun fell. My hat lowered. “I’m a detective, not a stupid lover boy, dear Siria.”

to be continued……….