Dear, God, no.
“No, you don’t. He has been arrested. That’s a blatant lie.” I lie.
Distracted, they grab me and push me into a sitting position on a chair.
My father smiles. “You are a terrible liar, but we already know that, don’t we, Roshina
? Tie her.” he demands.
I struggle and fight as the three men hold me down and tie me to a chair.
“He’s with Stucco right now.” My father smiles.
I shake my head as the perspiration runs down my forehead. “You are so fucking stupid.”
“Quiet!” he yells.
“Do you know you’ve got a traitor in the camp?” I ask.
The two men glare at me.
“I caught Stucco stealing your diamonds. Did you know he helps himself to your cargo?”
For a moment my father’s mask slips and he frowns. “That’s not true.”
I smile broadly. “Oh, but it is. They planned to kill Mac and blame it on him.”
“Liar.” He sneers.
“I heard it with my own ears. How else would I know that diamonds are on the ship?”
Antonio and my father’s eyes meet.
“I heard them talking. The plan was to take the diamonds and kill Mac before you arrived.”
“Nonsense.” He yells.
“You heard about the syringe he got caught with, didn’t you?”
Antonio and my father’s eyes meet and I know that they had.
“Think about it. What possible benefit could they have had at that time to kill Mac if it wasn’t to frame him for a crime they were about to commit?”
My father thinks for a moment.
“I heard him talking to another man,” I continue.
“Who?” Antonio growls.
“I don’t know. I couldn’t see him but there were two men talking on the deck one night when they didn’t know I was there. It was about the diamonds they were going to steal in some container or statues or something. I-I don’t even know if it’s real,” I stammer.
Antonio looks out into the darkness of the factory and I can see his evil mind ticking.
They know I’m telling the truth… in a roundabout way.
“That’s why I went crazy on the day you were supposed to arrive. I knew that they were going to blame him for their crime.” I shake my head as I try to talk my way out of this. “I knew he had literally hours to live.”
“He still does.” My father sneers.