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    Behind Bars
    Behind Bars
    Behind Bars
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    Behind Bars

    By E C Mtize

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    This book details about the corrupt nature of our current legal system, through the narrative about a man named, Thomas Sox, who surprisingly got arrested despite his genuine innocence. The two foolish police officers who had no idea about the law pounced at his door step before he rose up from the bed. They had been looking for a man whom they've been instructed to arrest but, due to poor policing skills, they ignorantly went after Sox. This was something which gave an embarrassment even to their superiors.

    Get this ebook to find out more about the arrest of this bank official, till his first court appearance.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherE C Mtize
    Release dateSep 19, 2017
    ISBN9781370897506
    Behind Bars
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    E C Mtize

    I would like to welcome you to my fictional world!!! Please note that I've been writing since my high school times, precisely in 2010. Now I am turning 25 and have already released two books, which are selling on various online platforms like Smashwords, Amazon and Apple iBooks. Currently I'm working on some other new projects which are coming out in a short space of time.

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      Behind Bars - E C Mtize

      Behind Bars

      Book 1 (The arrest and first court appearance of Thomas Sox)

      By

      E. C. Mtize

      BEHIND BARS

      ISBN: 9781521966938

      Copyright © E C Mtize / 2017

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, without the prior written permission of the author and/or publisher.

      Dedication

      This story is meant for everybody who cares for me.

      Chapter One

      Thomas Sox truly justified himself but, one day, he found himself languishing behind bars. On daily basis, normally at 7am, Sox would get his breakfast from Sarah, a daughter to his landlady. Madam Phiri was his landlady. Nevertheless, on this day, she made herself absent. This was something which had never taken place before. Sox, who used to maintain a degree of unfaltered hope when faced with an anomaly, waited so patiently for quite some time but to no avail. He frequently peeped outside the house through the window but could only see nothing except a frail woman who lived in the opposite apartment and, who constantly spectacled at him through the window with a strange level of keenness quite unusual for her age.

      While both starved and mentally unsettled, Sox violently rang the bell. Instantly, he heard an unusual knock at the door and saw a strange man getting inside the room. This was the first time in history for him to see a male figure entering into this house. It was a lean but seemingly tough-looking gentleman who had paid Thomas Sox an unsolicited visit. All his outfit were dark-blue and tight, with many folds, pockets, and buttons. A dark-brown, thick leather belt encircled through his pair of trousers’ six distanced and widened buckles to complete his flawed appearance, all this to exhibit a great level of preparedness within him. Assuredly, his dressing was meant for work. However, the intention which had just brought him into this house was still anonymous. Who is this? indirectly questioned Sox, while raising his head up like the undefeated wrestlemania superstar,The Undertaker. The chap, however, remained mentionless like he should simply had to be welcomed in there.

      A few seconds later, the man then answered Thomas with a question:

      Aren't you the one who rang the bell?

      I wanted my meal from Sarah, replied Thomas. He responded while being totally absentminded. His curiosity was still about the man’s identity: Where actually is he coming from? And what's his mission to this room? What about his name, then? All these unanswered questions gave him a complete mental breakdown and emotional distress.

      Thomas was just puzzling himself quietly about that stranger. His eyes were hovering up and down so foolishly, from the top to the bottom of that new figure, but without extracting any clue. The man, however, didn't offer him enough chance after he moved backwards, going straight towards the door. He let it open slightly, peeked into the next room in a slow motion manner, and then uttered something:

      He wants Sarah to bring him his breakfast.

      Indeed there was a person in the sitting room, if not many. The little sound of laughter which bubbled out could confirm this assumption. Perhaps it came from the neighbouring house, nobody knows. The strange man could not have learned anything from it that he hadn’t yet been known by Sox. Nonetheless he just proceeded to tell him something, as if he was making a report:

      That is not going to happen.

      I think that would be the first time ever, since my birthday! replied Sox, while skipping out of the bed to immediately pull on his blue Adidas track-bottom.

      Let me know who's in the next room first, and also, why is it that Madam Phiri has allowed you and your pears to disturb me like this, he added.

      Meanwhile Sox regretted to have made such an audible murmur, worse before he could have identified these people's identities. But, of course, he had a certain mentality which didn't care much about anything. Whatever, he boldly thought.

      The strange man later read everything about Thomas’ stubbornness. Such caused him to say, I think there's no any other better place than that which you are currently sitting on, am I lying?

      No, it's not! You are totally wrong!

      Plus, Sox went on to say, I don't have time to talk to you until you've given me your name. As a matter of favour, may you please introduce yourself to me now.

      I meant it for your own comfort man, the strange man replied. Now he was reopening the door. However, nobody had requested him to do so at this moment. This could be understood. Upon entering, Sox did not allow him to slam shut the door. Therefore he followed suit with so much vigor.

      In the next room, into which Sox threaded more lackadaisically than he had intended ealier on, had been (at first sight) an exact appearance like that it had in the previous evening. That is where Madam Phiri stayed. It was a small room packed with fancy furniture and luxurious electrical appliances (a single sixty-four inch 3D Samsung flatscreen was playing quietly on the wall, and there were three Mac laptops and an HP desktop computer which shared the same space on the large wooden table in the far end corner). There was also fine china and, plastered photographs were all over the room.

      Compared with other previous days, however, it seemed that there had now been a little more space in this room than today. Nonetheless, if this assumption could hold water, that wouldn't be asserted right now, mostly because the main difference in there had been about the presence of a chap who sat so much closer to an open window, with an iPad mini in his hand, from which he now rose his owl-like eyes in order to say something:

      You must have remained in your own room! It's like Larry hasn't told you yet, did he?

      Tell me this first, comrade, who are you and what are you here for? said Sox. He glanced back and forth, between this new acquaintance and Larry (the one who had just been with him in his own room).

      Through that open window, Thomas Sox could see that old lady walking outside, and it was just near the house. She at one time drew towards it, and her act was really intentional: to vividly watch everything that took place

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