Fran Sánchez - Blinded

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A great catastrophe desolates your city. An intense blinding light shines in the sky for a few moments. Almost every inhabitant has been blinded, only a few manage to escape the situation. Imagine yourself afflicted, in a country filled with blind people, everything lost in the most absolute darkness, lost in the middle of the city or at home. Not a single public service works. There is no one there to aid you. Uncover the origin of the catastrophe and the final fate of the protagonists. Blog Cegados por los libros.

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Blinded

Part III

By Fran Sánchez

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Translated by Felipe Henriquez

Warning

Rated 18+

© 2019 Francisco José Sánchez Contreras

© Cover design 2016 Francisco José Sánchez Contreras

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© Translated by Felipe Henríquez

Editorial TEKTIME

Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.

Rated for ages: 18 and above

Chapter 1

The Officer

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He could not allow a single mistake. Angel prepared the equipment very carefully, checking that the battery was completely charged and well attached to the detainee’s leg. He strapped a microphone to his hairy thorax with some tape and began voice testing.

“Say something,” ordered the officer.

“Something,” said the drug addict.

“No! something longer,” he ordered again.

“Something… something longer,” he repeated with his unique stuttering; whenever he started a sentence, he would always repeat the first word.

After a chorus of laughter from his coworkers, the agent, a bit angry, said:

“Are you stupid or just fooling around?”

“If… if you say so, I’m not too smart.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Mister… Mister Commissioner, I swear on my dead that I’m not.”

“Please, I’ve already told you I’m not a commissioner.”

“But… but you’re the one giving orders.”

“Mister Commissioner,” said another officer mockingly, “the recording equipment is working correctly.”

“You… you see? you are the commissioner, you’re pulling my leg.”

The police officer preferred not to continue the subject and concentrated on his work. He explained the operation’s procedure once more. He would pick his lifelong friend up at the prison exit and accompany him to try and find out where the robbery loot was hidden. They would always be nearby and it was very important that his friend did not discover the microphone.

They were just about to solve a bank robbery that happened 15 years ago. Two criminals of little importance, both of them drug addicts, had robbed a bank subsidiary on a main street of Almeria. After shooting a round of shells at the director, who almost lost his life —though he ended up paraplegic—, they made off with a loot of 20 million pesetas of the era.

The quick police investigations earned a prize a few hours later, the arrest of one of them, the perpetrator of the gunshots, known as Indaletius. He never confessed where he hid the bags or who his accomplice was, however. All of the suspicions fell upon the unfortunate stutterer, nicknamed Culebra, but, without any proof, he was set free, and after following him for months, verifying his awful lifestyle, they deduced he knew nothing of the money.

The trigger-happy crook was sentenced and incarcerated in the city’s prison. Following a reduction of his sentence, he was to be set free 15 years later. The police, pressured by the insurance company that covered the damages of the robbery, wanted to recover the money. They decided to look for the stutterer and force him into collaborating with them. Angel had a particular personal interest in the case.

He found him in the surroundings of a known drug-dealing spot. He was on his last legs, excessively skinny, malnourished, disheveled, broke, and with drug withdrawal. They took him to a police station where they tightened his screws. He begged and begged for a dose, methadone at the very least, but the police were inflexible. They played the classic bad cop, good cop routine. An agent threatened with sending him to prison for a recent supermarket theft. He kept intimidating him even more, he would assign another criminal he had unfinished business with as a cellmate. The good cop, Angel, offered to leave him free, enroll him in a detoxification program, and even give him a small reward for recovering the loot.

The desperate man could not resist any longer, he gave in and accepted the terms. Angel wrote down the agreement and transferred him to the hospital after signing to ease his anxiety and rest to have the minimum requirements needed for the operation. Very early in the morning, after installing the microphone and repeating the instructions for the procedure several times, they gave him the most rundown confiscated vehicle, decorated to give it authenticity and avoid any suspicion.

Angel was driving a disguised police vehicle behind him at a prudent distance while they made their way to El Acebuche, the name of the penitentiary center of the province of Almeria. The rest of the operation’s support waited for news at the police station. Suddenly, the car in front stopped by the right shoulder. The driver opened the door and ran off through a vacant lot filled with brushwood towards a labyrinth of greenhouses.

“Fuck, that stammering son of a bitch, he’s gonna fuck the whole operation,” said the officer in civilian clothes that was with him.

They hit the brakes, stopped behind the other vehicle, and ran after him.

“Fucker’s gonna make us sweat this morning,” said his partner.

“Stop, stop! Hold it right there!” shouted Angel in a loud voice.

The criminal ignored their warnings and, fueled by the adrenaline, was reaching his objective full of hope.

“Stop or I’ll shoot!” he shouted again while grabbing his service weapon.

The officers were in a better physical shape and were gaining on him, but the drug addict still had quite an advantage. They would never catch him if he made it to the greenhouses, so Angel shot twice into the air. Both explosions rang like thunder and the terrified Culebra dropped to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?” asked Angel with difficulty when he reached him, gasping for air.

“Let… let me go, I can’t do this to my friend, I can’t…”

“Look here, you dimwit!” shouted Angel violently, grabbing him firmly from the shirt and pulling him close to his face full of hatred, “we have the paper you signed that says you’re a fucking Judas!”

They got him on his feet, grabbed him by the arms, and, as they walked to the cars, Angel continued to scold him.

“We’re going to print it and put it all around your neighborhood and El Acebuche so that everyone knows the type of scum you are! You’ll last less than a cake in a fat lady’s tea party!”

“But… but, Commissioner, weren’t you the good cop?”

“Hey, we’re already late, if we lose Indaletius’s trail things will get ugly for you, very ugly,” he threatened impatiently.

“Give… give me some good stuff, for the nerves.”

“Take a pack of tobacco, if you play along you’ll get something better later,” he promised.

Before grudgingly getting him into the car, his partner checked if the recording equipment had suffered any damage while Angel answered a call on his cell phone.

“Hey,” he whispered, walking away, “yeah, I’m on it… as I promised, when I get the chance I’ll take care of them, our time has come. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful… I love you too.”

Concerned and thoughtful, he went back to the vehicles.

“Let’s continue with the operation, you’ll know what’s coming to you if you make a fool of us again,” he warned.

They carried on, this time driving closer to the car in front. When they arrived, they stopped at a strategic spot where they could oversee the operation.

With a pair of binoculars, they verified their main target was waiting for the next bus. Making himself known, the stutterer skidded around the plaza and stopped next to his friend pressing hard on the brakes. Angel listened to their conversation through his earphones, their greetings, their trivial talk. The stutterer almost gave himself away on mentioning the exact amount of the loot, which his partner was unaware of. They made their way to the prisoner’s house, next to the cemetery. The conversation was now about the present situation of their old acquaintances, they were catching up.

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