Race (21 page)

"ON THE OFFICE TERRACE, YOU RAT!" Ronan bellowed. This was yet another terrible word he'd used, the word rat, when he could have said an awful swear word.  Chantelle walked over to him, giving him a drink of alcohol. "I'M GONNA COMMIT SUICIDE!" Ronan continued to say down the line.

"Don't do anything like that. Ronan. You've got it all wrong," Noah sighed.

"OH, SHUT UP! I HAVEN'T GOT IT WRONG! CHANTELLE TOLD ME THIS HERSELF!" Ronan said cleverly.

"Why are you saying this? Chantelle's your wife! She loves you a lot!" Noah confided. Even Noah was struggling with how to compose his responses.

"DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME? YOU SLEPT WITH YOUR BROTHER'S WIFE!" Ronan roared, and then saw Noah's car approaching the office building. Ronan signalled to Chantelle to leave. Then, he continued to speak down the line. "I COULDN'T EVEN THINK THAT YOU WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THIS!"

"Look, stop all this crazy nonsense. You stay there. I'm coming right now." Noah yawned. Chantelle had explained how everything was going to happen, so it was very predictable as to what Ronan was going to say.

Ronan sat down on the edge. "THERE'S NO NEED TO COME HERE! WHAT EXPLANATION WILL YOU GIVE ME? THAT IT WAS A MISTAKEN AFFAIR? DON'T SYMPATHIZE WITH ME, NOAH! THE PERSON WHO'S BEEN BETRAYING ME IS YOU, MY OWN BROTHER!"

"No, Ronan, that's not true!" Noah was getting tired of this drama now. He parked the car, and began rushing through the endless lifts and stairs to try and get to the rooftop as fast as he could.

"YOU CHEATED ME! YOU BACK STABBED ME! AND NOW, I'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR!" Ronan said fiercely.

Noah arrived on the office terrace, and walked up to Ronan. "Listen to me, Ronan. I know I've made a mistake."

"A mistake?" Ronan repeated. "Sleeping with your younger brother's wife, is something that you find as just a little mistake?" Ronan's face looked as if it were fit to burst.

Noah sat down on the ledge with him purposefully. Everything was going according to plan. "Listen to me, Ronan. ..."

"What should I listen to?" Ronan said bitterly. "You only told me that she was a really good friend of yours.  If you liked her so much then you should have just told me, Noah! I wouldn't have married her!"

"First off, you get off this ledge. Then, I'll explain everything to you." Noah was getting incredibly frustrated.

The two brothers continued to argue, and that's when Chantelle arrived through the door that led to the open office terrace. She walked slowly but surely, wearing a very revealing green mini dress and silver high heels, her dark hair blowing in the wind. Noah saw her from the corner of his eye, and nodded at her, all a part of his plan.

Chantelle pushed Noah, hard, across the ledge. Noah toppled backwards, struggling, holding on to the ledge with just his fingertips. He made a dramatic scene, trying to climb back on, but was finding it too hard to grasp.

At this very moment, whilst Noah hung on from the ledge, Harry was frantically fastening a wire to him, so that he wouldn't fall properly. Harry also had the wire attached to himself.

"I still love you, Noah," Chantelle said in a seductive way, although her voice was edging with a bitchy tone. "But twenty million dollars is a lot of money. I'm sorry."

Ronan's face filled with delight, a disgusting smirk plastered on it. "I guess this is where we say goodbye, Noah." He gave a devilish grin to his brother.

Noah and Harry fell together. On top of the glass, they had planted a fake dead body of Noah on top of it all ready, so all they had to do was give the glass a bit of a push with their feet as they fell down, and the glass shattered, the fake dead body fell on to the ground.

Harry continued to laugh in the present time. He gave his puffy hair a bit of ruffle. "You give me a bit of a crack, don't ya, Noah dude?" Harry grinned, as Noah laughed too, biting the end of his sunglasses,  and then putting them back on.

"Chantelle,"  Noah called, "give Inspector Harry Rodgers his share."

"You know, I've always hated my name," Harry commented. "Harry Rodgers ... what kind of a name is that? I've always fancied a name like Robert de Costa, so people would call me RD for short, ya know? Short and snazzy ... and a bit Spanish."

Noah laughed half heartedly.

Chantelle nodded and went to the boot of the car, where she took out one of the briefcases filled with the money, and then strode back to join them. She handed over the briefcase to Mini.

"Take your money and keep it in the car," Noah told Mini, and more of the story began to unfold.

Harry, Mini, Chantelle and Ronan entered the republic building of South Africa.

"Come on, come on," Harry beckoned to Ronan and Chantelle because they were both walking so excruciatingly slow. He chuckled at the lollipop that he had held in his hands. "Lollipops are for licking, I know, but I eat them." There was a big SNAP as Harry crunched through the lollipop.

"What was the need to call us over for body identification?" Ronan asked, wanting Harry Rodgers to change the subject from food and to the main thing.

"I understand that you witnessed everything that happened but we have to do this for procedure," Harry said, continuing to chew the lollipop and munching the bits in his mouth hardly with his canine teeth.

Harry opened a huge tray where Noah's body was kept. His face was swollen up with purple marks on his cheeks, there was a huge dashed scar leading from his forehead to his scalp, his arms were a bluish green colour with more purple bruises on them, and Noah's chest looked as if it had been cut open as there was a terrifying black mark etched across it. Mini gasped and Chantelle let out a small sob. Mini couldn't handle it anymore: she ran out of the room.

"This is your brother?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Ronan confirmed, without the slightest trace of emotion in his voice.

"You're a pretty brave fella, aren't ya?" Harry commented. "Many people don't like seeing their dead brother's bodies, but you're handling it pretty well."

"Well, he's going to have to stay brave, isn't he?" Chantelle provided for Ronan. "Now, he has to take on all of the responsibilities: the office, the house ..."

"Hmmm," Harry said vaguely. He put the white sheet back on Noah's body and shut the tray. "You're right."

"When can we claim the body?" Ronan asked vaguely, scratching his chin.

"We can't give you the body until this case's investigation is complete," Harry stated matter of factly. "
Now, you both go to the office and I'll be there in two ticks
. You can establish whatever you want to with your staff."

Chantelle and Ronan nodded, and followed suit as they walked out of the room where the bodies were kept.

When they were all gone, Harry shut the door firmly and went back in to the room. He opened the tray where Noah was, and began to chew on his lollipop as he did so. He grinned at Noah and Noah opened up his eyes, laughing. Sitting up straight, he began to remove his injuries: His face that was swollen up with purple marks on his cheeks, the huge dashed scar leading from his forehead to his scalp, his arms were a bluish green colour with more purple bruises on them, and his chest injury which looked as if it had been cut open as there was a terrifying black mark etched across it. They were all fake and had just been stuck on.

Mini, Harry, Noah and Chantelle continued to talk.

"OK, we'll be off now," said Harry.

"All right," Noah replied, nodding. He took Chantelle's hand in his and kissed it softly. "Bye." Chantelle and Noah drove off in their car.

Harry revved his car up.

"Sir," Mini piped up, "sir, I've never seen as much money as this in my life."

"It's all to do with hard work," Harry said hotly. "Now open up the briefcase and see it, then."

Mini grinned and opened up the briefcase, which was filled with money. But right on top of it was a flashing piece of equipment. "AAAH!" Mini screamed. "BOMB!" Harry stared at her as if she was stupid. "Bomb, bomb, bomb!" Mini continued to cry.

Noah and Chantelle drove back deliberately. Noah took out a trigger as Mini continued to scream. Noah pushed the trigger - and then the flashing stopped, and so did the beeping. Mini stared at it, feeling embarrassed.

"For two hundred million dollars, if you tried to kill me, then you wouldn't have survived either," Noah commented, a devilish grin plastered on his face.

Mini and Harry burst out laughing.

Noah revved up his car again. "I hope we never meet again," Noah grinned.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry smiled. "Smart boy."

They both drove in opposite directions, ready for a new beginning.

Race is on my mind

Race is in my soul

Race is in my life

My heart is racing on

Race is on my mind

Race is in my soul

Race is in my life

My heart is racing on

Oh yeah...

Race is on my mind,

Race is in my soul,

Race is in my life,

My heart is racing on.

Your intoxication is intoxicant.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

When I'm touching your body,

A ll my touches are driving me crazy.

Leave it just on baby,

No need to worry...

Passionate burning,

I’m burning like the sun.

No matter what,

I'll fall for nobody else.

Underneath your curls,

That's where I wanna stay.

If you wish,

I’ll give you my heart away.

I'm hot... so hot...

I could fly,

That's just how

You make me feel...

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

Bridging the gap,

we don’t wanna live this way.

My life,

I'll leave for you everything.

I dream of you alone,

I thirst for you alone.

I’m never feeling down

As long as you’re around

It’s hard to control,

I'm losing my soul,

how to control,

I love you forever.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

race is on my mind,

race is in my soul,

race is in my life,

my heart is racing on.

Your intoxication is intoxicant.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

God is invoked,

I am overcome by recklessness.

Being apart is tough,

yes, when it comes to your love.

AND THE RACE GOES ON ... FOREVER