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It was about half an hour later when a maid knocked on the door. “You have a visitor,” she said to the sheikh. Basil stopped boxing and turned around. A tall man dressed in a black shirt and a pair of black trousers walked into the room with his hands in his pockets. His dark hair was tied into a low ponytail. He had a neatly trimmed beard.

“You’re kickboxing; this can’t be good,” said the man. His voice was quite hoarse.

“Tariq,” said Basil. He took his gloves off and threw them on the floor. He started walking towards Tariq.

“Can I get you anything?” the maid asked. She was still standing in the doorway.

“Leave us,” Basil said to her.

“Yes, sheikh.” The small, timid maid shut the door before she left. Just near the door was a water dispenser. Basil filled a cup with water and gulped it down.

“You’re sweating a lot, how long have you been at it?” Tariq asked. Tariq had worked for Basil’s family for a long time as part of the security team. Even though he had moved on and opened his own private investigation firm, he still came to Basil’s aid whenever he needed him. They were also friends. They just didn’t often meet because of their busy schedules.

“We need to talk about Rania,” he said. Tariq raised his dark eyebrows.

“You want to talk about your wife?”

“About who killed her.”

“I have failed you, Basil. I haven’t been able to find out who was behind the accident.”

“I know who did it.”

Tariq raised an eyebrow.

“And it wasn’t an accident either.” Basil ran his hand through his hair. He then told Tariq everything Janet had told him.

“That’s insane.” Tariq was in disbelief.

“I know. I couldn’t believe it either,” said Basil.

“Can we trust her words? I mean, how well do you know this woman?” Tariq looked suspicious. “I can look into her life, see what I can find.”

Basil dismissed him. “She wasn’t lying.” Basil drank some more water.

“Why are you trusting her words so easily?”

“My daughter was part of the truth coming out. It makes sense, that was the reason why she stopped talking. You know Sanaa. Before the accident, she was full of life, but then she stopped talking or playing with toys. She completely changed.” Basil justified his reason for trusting Janet. It had been a few months since she had come into his life and he felt as though he knew her and could trust her. He had seen how hard it was for her to tell him the truth.

“I thought there wasn’t a feud between the Jimenez cartel and us. They had been living quietly for a while,” said Tariq.

“I guess I’ll have to end it,” said Basil.

***

It had been a few days since Basil had found out who was behind his wife’s death. He had left home for a few days. He had matters to take care of, and he needed time to gather his thoughts. His next move needed to be executed properly. The feud needed to end. Before he had left his home, he made sure that Janet and Sanaa were safe. There were extra security guards watching the house.

Basil parked outside a motel and got out of the car. He looked at a piece of paper in his hand. “Room 70,” he mumbled to himself. He ran up the stairs and searched for the room he needed. He knocked on the door when he found it.

“Who is it?” someone called out from behind the door. The door swung open, revealing a fair-skinned woman. Her hair was neatly pinned into a low bun. She was wearing a calf-length black dress. She looked to be in her mid-forties.

“Hello,” Basil greeted her.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

Basil could see a little girl in the room, sitting on the sofa, looking at the door. The woman closed the door a little bit, to stop Basil from seeing the little girl.

“My name is Basil, your daughter works for me,” he said gently. He could tell that she was intimidated by him, slightly scared.

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