The Last Cliff's

Chapter 45's

The man began to wake up, between the pain and ache all over his body, his ears heard the sound of someone moving slowly in the darkness. Everything was concentrated, not a single bit of light was able to penetrate his eye valve. All dark, even darker than the view on the cave of curses.

He tried to open his eyelids, but his whole face was painful. And those eyes, let alone open, can't even squeeze. "Is this death ?" muttered.

"Rissa ?"

For some reason suddenly the name was thrown back between the pain of his lips. Or is it the name of the angel of death ?

There was no answer, only the bed moved very slowly, then the heel beat was heard tracing the floor.

"Risson !"

Back the voice was heard, that time more clearly, though still stinging mixed with moans. Then hissing, his breath smelled of disappointment and a hint of resignation. Heel's voice moved away and then ended the sound of the door closing.

Something was missing from his legs, his thighs no longer felt the straps. His hands were penetrated, under his boxer was searched. Nil ! His sacred pendant fastener was destroyed along with the disappearance of the pendant from the skin of his thigh.

"Oh my God !" snarl. That's all he's up to. His anger was confined in a paralyzed body full of bruises, unable to move.

Behind the door, Clarissa Mae stood limp. The back becomes a buffer of his body weight, stuck firmly on the door leaf. His eyes slowly closed, holding back the cry as best he could. While the tightness in his chest was allowed to flow, it pumped out the sadness from within his heart to pour into the air.

That skinny hand clasped the pendant, 'Vinnie & Hani' in the circumference of a heart. Jealousy ? It seems yes ! There will always be such a taste in every woman's heart. When his eyes were not satisfied to take off the longing, when his heart was not relieved to crochet love, his heart was again hurt by the presence of a pendant carrying embers of fire mixed with vinegar and a trickle.

Relented ? Or give up ? Two things seemed to be the same, which then led Clarissa Mae away. Walking out the door with a flat face, 'poker face'. Leaving Arvine Dowson locked up in his apartment. "I'll be back !" muttered.

***

The video of Shanique Miller's killing process is played over and over again, recording the cctv in zoom hundreds of times magnification. Served in a white screen the size of a ping pong field. The room was dim, only the light from the projector overhead illuminated it.

"Hold !" edward Rodmeyer.

The screen stopped, putting on the face of a woman dressed in all red. Although a little blur, but the line of the woman's face was recorded clearly. He looked back for a moment before throwing the wheelchair that was being occupied by Shanique Miller into the pool.

"His name is Raquella Mae. Commonly called Rara !" it was clearly a cinematographer who was slowly starting to stand up. A thin man with thick glasses, then his face facing Edward Rodmeyer respectfully.

"Mae !?"

A strange swish wounded Edward Rodmeyer's smile as the vile woman's last name was called. Names that immediately make their bargaining value rise. It felt like I was holding a diamond.

"Yes, Sir ! Son of Jacob Ma, late owner of 'Ma Automobile corp'. Living and domiciling in Jakarta."

"Ma car !?"

"Yes ... They have a subsidiary here. With the same name, 'Ma automobile' and is being managed by a young woman named Clarissa Mae. The full data is in the bendel of my report."

Edward Rodmeyer immediately opened the door in front of him. But because of the darkness of the room, he put the document back.

"What was the motive behind the murder ?"

"Temporary guess: lackey ! He was just ordered by someone to commit the murder. Just an accomplice !" replied the expert while slightly lifting his glasses. "Has the victim's body been found, sir ?"

"That word you don't need to know ! Just make sure that the woman is really named Mae. Continue with supporting evidence ! Especially her relationship with that company."

"Okay, Mr !"

"This is the face of a woman named Clarissa Mae ! Leader of 'Ma automobile corp'. I got it straight from a camera shot of my men in his office a few days ago."

The third slide appears on the screen.

"This slide is trying to compare both of their faces. Please Mr. Edward observe the similarity of his face. It's very similar, isn't it, sir ?"

"Hmmm ...."

Although Clarissa Mae's face looks more thin than Raquella Mae's, but overall, their faces are not much different. Especially the shape of his lips and eyes that look identical to each other.

"And this is the most powerful !" said the expert with enthusiasm, his face was very confident, when the fourth slide was displayed. "this is a photo uploaded by an account called Raquella.mae@yah**.co.id three months ago on his social media account. They are brothers !"

"Is there any photographic evidence or conversation that links Raquella Mae to 'Ma Automobile' ? I don't want the cooperation between the RSC and 'Ma Automobile' to fall apart just because you misjudged the evidence."

"Sorry, Sir ! My investigation has not been in that direction. We just got to the relationship between us and him."

"We ? What's his relationship with our company ?"

"Mrs Helena, sir ! Raquella Mae and mistress Helena have a closeness."

Hearing that explanation, Edward Rodmeyer slid his waist into the chair. There was a huge breath in his chest. Whenever she heard the name Helena Krysnowack called, then her reaction would always be like that. Sighing deeply and then his eyes squinted. Like he was holding back pain in his veins.

"What is their relationship ?" it was accompanied by a slow breath from within his chest.

"They live at home, sir !"

Edward Rodmeyer's eyes were violently paced. He had just realized that Raquella Mae's motive to finish Shanique Miller off could have been on his ex-wife's errand. Then his chest grew heavier, overwritten by a sudden sense of guilt that enveloped his heart. Any crime committed by his ex-wife will always weigh heavily on his mind.

"Stop your investigation on Helena ! Focus on the woman's relationship with 'Ma Automobile'. Especially in his structural position at the company, both in Jakarta and here."

"Ready, Sir !"

"Already ! Leave me alone."

The man then reassembled his glasses with a relieved chest, then cleaned the table. The report was successfully received by the boss well, without scolding and mockery as usual. The light he lit before breezing out.

"Wait !" edward Rodmeyer. "Tap and check the position of this phone number."

With a doubtful step, the man walked back to his boss' desk. His face was wry, because his boss' orders were illegal and against the rule of law.

As if understanding the objections of his men, "why ? You are afraid of breaking the law. And will choose against me ?" the voice was firm and pressing on the end. Spreading a clear threat is not a bluff.

"No, Sir ! I'll report the results through Ana."

"This is the number. And just report it directly to me via emergency protocol ! Don't pass anyone, understand ?" edward Rodmeyer orders a note containing Clarissa Mae's telephone number. "Remember ! It's just between you and me. No one can know ! Even Papa."

"Ready, Sir !" the answer is lemes. His head is at the nadir point.

The door of the room closed slowly, leaving the figure of Edward Rodmeyer sitting alone. Behind the desk, foot-sloped. Her lips revealed a sly smile. Then the pen in his hand tapped on the table.

"Clarissa .. If Raquella is your sister, you're not going anywhere. Because you are my puppet ! A doll I can make into anything. Ha ha ha ha ....! The destiny of your life will be rewritten with this pen ! As I wish."