Anyone could see it.

Anyone could feel it.

It was perhaps the scene a man would never want to see.

The house was on fire. The house used to be very fine wooden house in the whole country side but now it was surrounded in flames.

The rescue in fire scene is never easy in country side, not in night. It was probably the darkest night of whole month.

Everyone who saw the sight could feel the terror and fear inside them. But there was nothing those people could to except to call help. Someone had called fire fighters but it was going to take at least ten minutes for their arrival at the spot.

Inside the house a man was running madly in the passage. He was sweating and also had second degree burn on his legs and chest but he was breaking each and every door of passage instead of running out. Every second the house was getting hotter and fire was increasing.

"Anybody there? Allan? Ryan? Mary?" he yelled madly but there was no response and there was no reply.

He found nothing except burning furniture inside the rooms.

He slammed one door open and there he saw worst even of his life. Nathan's wife- Mary lay half dead on the floor completely injured due to third degree burn. She smelled like burnt and dried. She could not move a bit now. Nathan could hardly recognize her due to fully burnt horrible brown face with huge rashes filled with black blood.

He knew she could die any moment. Nathan was horrified, hopeless and felt crying. He wished he hadn’t been all in that matter. If he hadn’t then the scenario would have been different. But he couldn’t help her now.

She also understood it.

This was worst time but he couldn’t waste his time by crying a person who was confirmed to die.

Downstairs.

The man ran downstairs and what he saw were his two kids who were running and yelling in pain due to fire. It looked like they had caught fire just half a minute ago.

But the fire was engulfing them…

Camshron's doorbell rang and he got in the real world.

He always had found this show appealing because the main character had the same first name like his.

Camhsron turned off the television and headed downstairs.

The doorbell rang twice till he opened the door.

He saw Les standing on his doorstep.

"Les." Camshron felt relieved, "Get in."

Les got inside and Camshron closed the door.

"Your house arrest period is over. Why do you opt staying here?" asked Les by opening his briefcase.

"After six months of being inside here, I don’t really miss what lies outside." said Camshron, "You want some drinks?"

"No."

"Didn’t you face any charges or so?"

"They are now called baseless accusations. Plus I didn’t get much media attention as you did."

"But people are talking about you, isn’t it?"

"Soon they will forget."

"Does Mr. Fernsby remember me?"

Les began flipping some papers, "Yes he does. More six months and you will be eligible to join DSA again. Meanwhile," Les handed him over those papers, "you should be having a look at these."

Camshron looked at Les with surprise.

"These are photocopies."

"They are authentic though."

"What is it about?" Camshron had the question.

"Nothing about you. But something you will be very concerned with." Les explained.

Nathan turned the first page.

Long paragraphs with tiny fonts were infront of him. There were about five pages stitched together.

Camshron flipped through them.

"Do I have to read all this?"

"You can, in leisure."

"What does it say?"

"This is a confidential report about a terrorism affair which had happened three months ago back in Afghanistan." Les said, "According to the reports, Taliban caused a mass killing in mountain regions of Afghanistan."

"Why did it happen?" Camshron wanted to know.

"The reason for this incident is said to be absence of the man who was supposed to bring about hundred million dollars. The one who was meant to bring the money was thought to be living abroad."

Camshron stared at the paper while Les resumed, "Apparently, those who got killed had been loaned weapons worth ninety million dollars by Taliban. But some Russian agencies had got to know about the weapons and conducted a mission. The Russians somehow confiscated the weapons but the men behind them escaped."

"So the debtors were caught while hiding by Taliban?" Camshron asked.

"And killed them." Les added, "This is what Haq had been hiding from us. Even though Haq denies it, he was the one supposed to bring the hefty stack of money to Afghanistan."

"He even had confessed he was involved in Florida bombings."

Les nod, "Haq had been trying to leave USA for this reason. He would have quit his job if there wasn’t Lorgé's case on him. The case would have run for over six months. But he had no time for it. IRS investigation was bound to happen. And his illegal money would have been revealed."

"And such big amount can't be transferred if not done hand to hand." Camshron realized.

"Yes. With all the crime record, there was no way he could leave USA clean. At least not with the money."

"How did Haq raise ninety million dollars?"

"I think he loaned it from some rich people in the States. And there was no way Haq intended to repay them. So, to escape, he changed his face." Les said, "Remember, Haq has not admitted it. But there are certain people in our country who are funding terror organizations knowingly or unknowingly."

"Will we ever know who loaned Haq? I mean, they will never dare to demand the money back from him."

"We will never know. You might be unaware of this but one of those papers in your hands is execution orders of Haq." Les said and stood up.

The last page of the papers was a document of court.

Haq was go be hanged two months later.

"I should be going. Mr. Fernsby is planning to visit you some day."

"Why?" Camshron asked when Les was almost out of the door.

"He is resigning. He thinks he does not deserve the post." Les said and left.

Camshron watched Les drive away, through the window.

As soon as Les got out of sight, Camshron picked his car key and rushed to his car.

Camshron drove straight for the prison where Haq was kept.

About an hour later, he reached in the prison.

Showing his ID, Camshron made his way through the guards and was allowed to talk with Haq.

Nathan Camshron waited for a minute, infront of the glass, for Haq to come.

At last, he came and sat on the chair which was on the other side of the glass.

Camshron put the receiver on his head and waited for Haq to do the same.

"You know your people got killed by Taliban, don’t you?" asked Camshron.

Haq nod.

"You look uglier than ever. There is no way the other creditors would be able to recognize you." Camshron said.

Haq laughed.

"If you hadn't put the gun for showcase in the attic then you would have never been caught." Camshron added.

"Don’t remind me of my errors, detective. Just be grateful on your luck."

"Why don’t you curse your own?"

Haq grinned.

"Why didn’t you leave USA as soon as you had your plastic surgery?"

"I lacked something." Haq grinned, "Going to my place without it would have been worthless."

"Where is it?" Camshron broke his smirk.

"What?"

"The money."

"I won't tell you. I am taking it with me."

A device beeped.

"Time out." A cop said and began taking Haq back to his cell.

Camshron put the receiver back on dial pad and headed for his apartment.

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