Anton was standing alone in the corridor. When he sees someone making his way inside, he follows that person and observes his acts while he was walking. The guy he followed was wearing a white suit and held a briefcase. He stops him from behind, holding his shoulder. The guy turns and says, “Yes, what is it?”
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Anton asks.
“I’m here for a business meeting with Mr. Crown,” says the guy.
“Did someone send you here?”
“Yes, my boss Rolf Corso.” Anton is delighted to hear what he was expecting and says, “Alright you may go.”
Inside the room, Frankenstein had kept a briefcase in front of him and was waiting for someone to come. “This time I’ll have him dead,” he speaks out loudly so that his guards could hear. The door knocks.
Mr. Crown sits up gently, and waves at his men. One of the guards opens the gate. The guy wearing the white suit enters.
“You’re not Rolf Corso,” Frankenstein says looking at him.
“I’m his agent, and he has sent me here.” The guard shuts the door and locks it.
“Okay,” Frankenstein accepts his presence and demands, “show us the bag.”
Outside the room, Anton was standing right next to the door trying to hear what was happening inside. Detective Sauvage comes up running.
“What is it?” he asks Anton.
“It’s about their deal, I’m sure. Rolf’s agent just went inside.”
“Okay, here’s what we’ll do,” Sauvage says, “we’ll let them finish their deal. And once it is done, we’ll break inside and arrest Rolf’s guy.”
Back inside the room, both the briefcases were kept open on the table. One had several Euro notes and the other had a few packets of drugs.
“Well?” the agent asks looking
“The deal’s final,” he replies. The agent reaches out towards the briefcase with money and almost touches it in order to close it, but one of the guards comes closer and aims his pistol at him. He stops.
“I said the deal is done,” Frankenstein says, “you can go now.” He chuckles looking at Frankenstein and says, “So I’ve been double-crossed.”
“Leave quietly or die!” Frankenstein keeps a condition.
Outside the room, Detective Sauvage and Anton hear two gunshots and sounds of glasses shattering.
“There seems to be some trouble,” Sauvage says, “let’s go inside – we can’t let Rolf’s agent die.”
Anton tries to open the door but it was locked so he hits it with his gun barrel. Sauvage who was in a hurry shoots the doorknob twice and kicks the door open. They break in aiming their pistols at the gangsters.
Sauvage and Anton are shocked to see Frankenstein lying dead with a wound on his forehead, explaining the reason behind the gunshot. The two guards were lying injured. The window’s glass and the glass table had shattered. The agent was not in the room.
Sauvage sits down and holds the injured guard and enquires, “What happened? Where is the guy with the white suit?”
“He is the fastest person I have ever seen,” he says painfully. “He fought us, even though we had our guns aimed at him. Then he shot our boss, snatching away my pistol and jumped out of the window.”
“Unbelievable!” Sauvage utters, getting amazed.
“Here’s something more surprising,” the injured guard continues, “before leaving, he came to me and whispered in my ear…”
“What?” Sauvage asks getting curious.
“He said ‘I’m not Rolf’s agent… I am Rolf Corso’ and then he disappeared,” says the guard.
Sauvage is stunned.
“He was Rolf?” Anton asks. “How can that be possible?”
Sauvage stands up. He was confused and trying to figure out. His eyes accidentally see an identity card that was lying on the sofa. He rushes to pick it up. The identity card had the agent’s picture and the name entitled was William Henning. He shows the card to Anton and asks, “Was he the guy you met at the corridor?”
“Yes, yes it was him!” Anton replies looking at the guy’s picture. Sauvage remains silent and thinks carefully.
“I think I know his strategy,” he tells Anton. “Come on let’s go; we have some investigations to do.” Anton was curious, but he leaves the room following Sauvage.
Somewhere downstairs, the guy wearing the white suit was standing, holding two briefcases that he seized earlier.
Yes. He was Rolf Corso. Yes. His face was different. How did this happen? No one knows, but him.
There was an eye-catching bungalow with its roof painted blue and doors on every side. Somewhere between the garden, there was a fountain flowing. Next to which was a passage where two bikes were parked.
Sometime later, the main gate of the house is opened by the guard. A red Ferrari enters inside and makes its way towards the parking area. As the car stops, someone steps out from the passenger seat.
It was Rolf Corso. This time he was wearing a black shirt and pants. He had a cigarette tucked between his lips and was wearing black shades.
A woman comes out from the house leaving the door open. She was quite beautiful and had long blonde hair. She makes her way towards Rolf and says, “Wow! Is this your new look?”
“How do you like it, Petunia?” he asks her as they were about to hug.
Sauvage was waiting at his office for his assistant Anton. A moment later, Anton enters saying, “Hey Anton, I have a new theory.”
“Yes, what I’m thinking is that Rolf just got a facial plastic surgery done, but did not change his identity completely.”
“Oh, that’s unusual.”
“He did not drop his identity card accidentally. He did that on purpose.”
“On purpose?” Anton asks. “Like what?”
“He wanted to fool us. He knew the cops would come looking for him. So in order to make it look like someone else’s act, he left the identity card to misdirect us.”
“Misdirect us?” Petunia takes off Rolf’s shades and touches his face with the other hand.
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes, the operation was painful,” Rolf replies, “but it was necessary. My face was identified after the village incident. The people I’ve worked with and the girls I’ve abandoned, they could have exposed me. Now I’m different. No one can catch me.”
Anton gets the idea of what Sauvage was trying to explain.
“So, Rolf wanted us to follow some guy Henning?” he asks. “Is he trying to frame this guy?”
“That’s what I’m unable to confirm.”
Rolf and Petunia go inside their bungalow while Sauvage and Anton were involved in their investigation.
What was Rolf’s plan? Was he trying to frame someone for his crimes? Only time would tell.
Detective Sauvage knocks the door of an apartment. As the door opens, Sauvage is amazed to see the person he was expecting. The guy had the exact same face as that of Rolf Corso.
“Is this William Henning?” Sauvage asks him.
“Yes,” he answers.
“I’m from the Berlin Police Department. I have some questions to ask.”
“Is there a problem sir?” William asks, getting worried.
“Not unless you cooperate and tell us the truth.”
“Okay, about what?”
“How do you know Rolf Corso?”
“Rolf Corso?” William gets tensed and continues, “well, I worked as his agent a few months back… but then he politely asked me to leave. I never understood why he fired me.”
“What did he look like?”
“Oh… is that what you’re here for?” William questions. “Are you confusing me for him? Well, let me tell you then, he had a plastic surgery done because his face was identified by the cops. So he changed his identity for people who could threaten him. He changed his identity to that of William Henning – that is me – to stay away from the cops’ suspicions.”
“So you allowed him to use your identity?”
“Allowed?” William mocks seriously. “It was not because of my permission; he blackmailed me. I had to hand over my identity to him or else he would have coerced me.”
“I see… can you tell me about the surgeon who operated him?”
At the race course stands, Rolf and Petunia were seated. Rolf wore blue shades and was lightening up his cigarette and Petunia was watching the race through her binoculars. Rolf was sitting calm but his guards sitting next to him were vigilant.
“Are we betting on the next race?” Petunia asks.
“Not on the next one,” Rolf answers, “but on the last one of the day.” There was a loud cheer from the crowd. The commentators were also exclaiming out loud, as the current race was about to get over.
But Rolf was not interested in anything at the moment. Petunia was worried for he was continuously smoking cigarettes one after another.
“I think it should be enough for the day,” she suggests. Rolf lowers down his shades and looks at her.
“If these words were spoken by someone else,” he says angrily, “then I would have ripped off the person’s tongue.”
“Alright, fine,” she challenges him, “pretend I’m someone else. What can you do now?” Rolf chuckles.
“You can’t do anything to me,” she says knowing how much he loved her.
“You can say that,” he chuckles again. After a while, Rolf gets a little serious and looks around reassuringly. Then he asks Petunia, “The safe, is it still in the house?”
“Yes,” she whispers, “right where you want it to be.”
“Good.” Rolf turns to the other side and says something to his guard. Both of his guards stand up after listening to him and make their way to leave. Rolf turns to Petunia and says, “Stay here, we’ll be right back.”
“But where are you going?” she asks curiously.
“We have to fix the upcoming race, so we’re going to talk to the jockey and some bookies.”
“Okay, go now.” Rolf stands up and leaves from the other side.
As Rolf was gone, Petunia closes her eyes and wonders: This is my beautiful life. I come here every week and experience the world of gambling. Twice a week, we go to gamble at a casino. I live in a beautiful house with my love. Yes, he is immoral, but I love my life with him. And we’ll never separate.
At the hospital, outside the operation theatre, Doctor Conway was holding some papers and looking at them carefully. He was more than 50 years old and had grey hair. He couldn’t concentrate on what he was trying to read as there was quite a lot of disturbance.
Detective Sauvage comes right next to him and disturbs his thoughts, “Are you Surgeon Teddy Conway?”
“Yes…” Doctor Conway says looking up at him, “can I help you?”
“I’m from the police. I need to make some enquiries.”
“Regarding?” the surgeon asks getting anxious.
Petunia was lying on her bed in Rolf’s bungalow. Her expensive jewellery sets were lying on the other side of the bed. She picks up a gold necklace randomly and admires its beauty. She sees Rolf making his way towards the room. As he enters, he walks straight towards Petunia’s dressing table and opens its drawer.
“You’re home late today,” Petunia says looking at him. Rolf takes out a set of bullets from the drawer.
“The cops have been looking out
for me,” he replies seriously. “I
“Trapped? How come? They haven’t identified your new face yet.”
“They will, sooner or later. And then there will be bloodshed.”
Doctor Conway was holding two photographs. On his left hand, it was Rolf’s older picture with his earlier look. And in the right, he had William Henning’s photograph.
“Yes, I did this surgery,” the doctor says. “Rolf’s newer look was slightly different than this guy’s.”
“Do you have any clear photograph of Rolf’s new look?”
“You want to catch Rolf Corso, right?” the doctor asks getting straight to the point. “Go to Hoppegarten Racecourse, you’ll definitely find him there. He visits that place every week.”
Petunia keeps aside the necklace that she was holding and says, “The cops will need a warrant for your arrest. There’s nothing they can charge you with.”
“There are some charges,” Rolf says reloading his pistol, “but no evidences yet, unless some witnesses speak against me.”
“You know, my ex-agents or some crime partners whom I betrayed. They can definitely testify against me.”
Detective Sauvage takes back the photographs from Doctor Conway saying, “Thank you. You’ve been really helpful. I might need your help again.”
Petunia sits up and asks him worriedly, “So what are you planning to do?”
“I’m going to make sure that everyone’s lips are sealed and if I find anyone speaking against me to the cops, I’ll make sure his existence is erased.”
Outside the Hoppegarten Racecourse at the car parking area, Detective Sauvage and Anton were sitting in their car, waiting. Sauvage was on the driving seat and Anton on the passenger seat. Sauvage was alert, keeping his eyes wide open, while Anton was tired and sleepy.
“We’ve been coming here for three days,” Anton says yawning, “and there has been no sign of Rolf. What if he has stopped visiting this place?”
“We can’t take any chances. I have to get him.” Anton doesn’t respond, being hopeless and shuts his eyes.
Several minutes later, a guy wearing grey clothes and a pair of sunglasses was making his way towards the parking area. He was followed by two armed men. Sauvage suspects him and looks closer at his face.
Yes. It was Rolf Corso.
As Rolf and his men sat inside their jeep, Sauvage turned his car’s engine on, waking Anton with its sound.
The jeep makes its way out and leaves. Sauvage silently follows them in his car.
In the next hour, Rolf’s jeep was entering inside the main gate of his property that led to his bungalow. Sauvage’s car was outside Rolf’s property.
“We’ve followed him quite long,” Anton tells Sauvage.
“Well, we’ve finally found his house… so I’m sure we’ll find the safe. It must be here.”
“What are we going to do next?”
“You’re free to go,” Sauvage says looking at him. “I’ll cover from here. I’ll keep a tab on every move of his.”
The same day, at a casino, Rolf and Petunia were seated at the roulette table. Rolf was quite upset as he had lost quite some money on his last two bets which angered Petunia.
“We’ve lost almost a million. Doesn’t it bother you?” Petunia asks.
“Always be calm on a roulette table,” he replies hiding his emotions.
“That’s what you always say.”
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