DIFFERENT WORLDS

Chapter 54

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🔷🔹Klaus' POV🔹🔷
Sunday, January 10th
8:20 am

I drive to the courthouse in a bit of a hurry. I got a call from Bulla this morning informing me that Frantz is at the courthouse.

This worries me as Frantz usually doesn't make an unplanned trip to Jamaica unless it is urgent and is something that is of great concern.

I pull into the garage of the Courthouse. Inside everyone is busy going about their daily duties.

I hail up everyone and make my way to my office.

I walk in and Frantz doesn't look too worried but I know something is wrong.

He stands and pulls me into a brotherly hug.

"Yuh good?" I ask him as I make my way around my table to my chair.

I take a seat as he answers "Yeah, I am good but I got some information you might not like."

I lean forward at this and confusion and a little bit of worry shows on my face.

"Wah gwaan?"

"So I was told from a valid source that the shipment that we didn't receive from Matías" I nod my head and he continues.

"Well, I was told that he sold it to someone here in Jamaica" surprised I look at him.

"Yes, so he lied to you" he concludes.

So it all makes sense I have been trying to get in contact with him for some goods and he hasn't been returning my calls, but mi nah while him.

Good ting me always put a tracker in the containers and me know him nuh smart enough fi know seh nah bring it weh him things deh.

Ago show him a program.

"What do you plan on doing?" Frantz asks.

"I will deal with him" I smile and Frantz smiles as well.

We talk business for a about 2 hours.
But that whole time my mind kept going back to what Frantz said Matías had sold the goods to someone here in Jamaica who?

I know it isn't the shootaz gang or the man dem from Denham Town them deh man deh not even have quarter a the money that shipment cost.

For Matías to have done that, that means that the person who bought it had put up a higher offer than me.

But who in Jamaica as a gang can afford that?

🔶🔸Zambia's POV🔸🔶
9:20 am

"Do you feel any better?" I ask my patient as I check their blood pressure.

He nods and I look down at the pressure machine. This can't be right for a little boy his age his pressure shouldn't be this high.

I check it again to make sure and sure enough, it reads the same thing as before.

I quickly write it down in his chart. I finish up with him and then run to tell Doctor Morgan about him.