Recluse:The Induction
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After a violent encounter with Alfonzo Marcelo a local drug leader in Rio de Janeiro, Detective Rodriquez is left emotionally scarred. Three years on, while investigating another homicide, Rodriquez stumbles upon a clue that will set him on a pulsating collision course with Marcelo once more. Only this time, the stakes are much higher. Marcelo is working with the untouchables, Cartel capos and corrupt government officials who will stop at nothing to protect their investments. Detective Rodriquez has one ally though, his best friend the Secretary of Security for the City of Rio Miguel Almeida. Miguel, a former cop turned business man is well connected and influential. He too harbors a secret he is determined to keep from Rodriquez until the right time. Faced with adversaries on every side, Rodriquez must choose whether he keeps the oath he swore to his wife or become what he is not.
Philip John Walibba
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Recluse:The Induction - Philip John Walibba
Recluse: The Induction
Recluse: The Induction
Published by Walibba .J. Philip
Copyright 2014 Walibba .J. Philip
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In Memory of Father John Ssenyondo
Prologue
Thursday 1:53am
Detective Rodrigo Rodriguez was called to a crime scene in the upper room of a thin storied brick building in the Rochina favela –slum of Rio de Janeiro. A young woman lay on the cold concrete floor in the densely populated slum. The Rochina overlooked sprawling skyscrapers in the valley below, a beautiful bay to the south and two of Brazil’s wealthiest neighborhoods of Sao Conrado and Gavea. The iconic city's ancient rugged terrain spoke of sugar cane and coffee plantations that had once flourished at the expense of lives bought from Africa to labor many centuries ago, and so did the glistering rows of metal and glass buildings that shot skyward in the Rio metropolis although these spoke of an entirely different era of civilization, a time when another kind of business flourished, one of Narcotics.
Rio was a city under siege. Armed gangs were entangled in a deadly capriocas with rival gangs for control of the city’s immensely lucrative illicit drug trade which had already claimed countless lives in an endless cycle of violence. In the Rochina like in all the other six hundred or so slums littered across Brazil, drugs ruled and as detective Rodrigo Rodriguez bent his tall frame to enter the room, he knew this was yet another victim of the drug war threatening to swallow up his beloved city and its inhabitants.
The small stuffy room was dimly lit by a bulb stuck horizontally to a picture plastered wall. He felt her palms and neck for a pulse. The woman was already dead. Shifting his gaze to his surroundings, he swept the room for any sign of life. Assuring himself there wasn’t any, he returned to examine the victim. Her long black curly hair was mingled with blood clots and parted to one side revealing a calm expression on her now pale skin. Turning her head over, he noticed she had taken a blow to the back of the head. Her attacker had surprised her from behind. Bending over to examine the wound, he sensed an overpowering lemon scent emanating from the corpse. He could see she wore long gold earrings which peered through her blood soaked hair. The rest of her body was covered in a long elegant red gown. His handsome rugged features relaxed as he mused at how beautiful she looked even in death. He reckoned she may have been on her way out of the room or had just returned when the attack took place. Rodriquez’ trained eyes did not sense the presence of an intruder so far. Again, he could see no sign of forced entry. He also saw no evidence of drugs or sensed the smell of alcohol in the room apart from a sealed bottle of wine-a Cabernet Sauvignon sitting on the floor next to the woman’s lifeless body.
He heard a rattling sound and turning to look, he noticed it came from the glass window which lay opened. A cold breeze rushed in beating against his hard face. He straightened his tall frame and approaching the window, he bent and gazed out. He could easily make out the star-streaked skies and silhouettes of cliffs in the distance thanks to the great myriad of night lights glittering across the famous Copacabana and Ipanema beaches whose hotel lights stretched for miles facing the dark salty Atlantic waters. Both beaches were soaked with droves of tourists spending reais and dancing to sounds of loud samba tunes oblivious to the grisly scene that lay before him in this cramped room.
Drawing back in, he stared at the small bed tucked in the corner. On it lay a visibly old blanket, blue in color, neatly folded on all four edges. The bed, he observed, revealed no signs of recent occupancy. To his right, hidden under an ill-fitting pink table cloth sat a fourteen inch television atop a wooden table. He was startled by a sharp buzz coming from a phone. Someone was calling the dead girl. The buzz kept coming from under the small bed. Rodriquez reckoned it must have fallen under the bed during the attack. He backed down under the bed stretching out his right arm until he reached it. As he pressed the answer button, he hoped whoever was calling would give him a lead. A husky male voice barked into his ear in rapid Portuguese. 'Oi Isabella, o que levou tanto tempo para pegar o meu apelo? Voce tem a informacao esta pronto?'This was what Rodriquez had hoped for. A clue. He now knew the victim’s name, Isabella, and it seemed Isabella was in possession of some vital information. ‘Isabella esta fora.’ He lied reckoning the caller wasn’t expecting a stranger’s voice at this end of the line and he didn’t want to further alarm him. Rodriquez hoped the caller would reveal his identity which would make tracing him through the vast criminal database back at the station much easier.
‘Quem e esse?’ inquired Rodriquez. The line went silent. Rodriquez felt like smashing the phone onto the floor. The caller had hung up, it seems he was suspicious. Rodriquez hastily checked for the caller's ID number.
The man had used a land line. Disgusted, Rodriquez slipped the phone into his grey trench coat and collapsed his weight on to the bed. He took out a packet of Hollywood cigarettes, lit off a stick and proceeded to stare at the corpse. His mind was racing. What vital information did this girl have? Someone had killed her for it. But again, Rio de Janeiro was a dangerous place with people getting killed every single day and for mostly anything.
He wasn’t sure whether the man would call back. As he run his fingers through his Raven-black hair musing, the musty smell of cigarette smoke filled up the tiny room. Suddenly, his big brown eyes caught a glimpse of a white piece of paper protruding underneath the corpse’s belly area. Approaching the corpse again, bending, he drew the piece of paper out and opened it. For a moment it didn’t make sense, and then it did. Rodriquez stiffened. Skipping over the body, he yanked the creaky metal door open and slipped out into the dark corridor.
Chapter One
The afternoon sun blazed menacingly outside in stuck contrast to the temperature controlled room inside the Hospital Adventista Silvestre which lay neatly tucked away under thick tropical rainforest greens on the slopes of the Guararapes in the quiet Santa Teresa neighborhood.
An exhausted Rodriquez narrowed his thick black eyebrows revealing a somber mood. He was staring at Natalia strapped to a wheeled bed. A light blue tracheostomy tube connecting to a ventilator machine was fastened to her face to assist her breathing. She was in a coma. He couldn’t help but notice she had aged considerably. Her once sweet and bright facial features were now harsh and hollow. The once glossy skin looked pale and haggard. Her shut eyelids looked tired and shriveled.
He was startled by a deep husky voice speaking from within the room. Turning in the direction it came, Rodriquez let a smile appear across his narrow mouth while reaching out his hand to clasp the intruder’s outstretched arms.
‘Ola Miguel, Saudações meu irmão! It’s good to see you!’
His mind having been in a void, he hadn’t noticed his friend walk into the room.
‘You didn’t have to drive all the way up here.’ Rodriquez said attempting to hide his excitement at seeing his old friend, but the Secretary of Public Security, senior superintendent Miguel Almeida ignored the comment. He instead walked to Natalia’s bed.
Three years earlier, Detective Rodriquez’ wife Natalia was diagnosed with endometrial cancer. Shortly thereafter, their only child Mariana, who had taken up residence at the Centro Federal de Educação Tecnológica campus in the suburb of Maria da Graça in Rio was kidnapped by the Amigo dos Amigo. The kidnapping of a police officer’s daughter, a girl whose mother also happened to be a cancer sufferer drew public sympathy, quickly becoming national news on Rede Globo and other television networks throughout Brazil.
Soon, protests followed, organized mostly by the indigenous cariocas throughout Rio de Janeiro demanding for her immediate release and safe return to her parents. Posters with her face were plastered on street corners by sympathizers and soon, her plight had garnered hundreds of thousands of postings on social media. The Amigos gang did respond to their demands, although in a way no one had envisioned. Mariana showed up a fortnight later, her mutilated body discovered by a little boy in an alley in the Cantagalo neighborhood with a note stitched on her dismembered torso which read-One Love- A.