You Have Been Murdered!. Michael Scopus. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Michael Scopus
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Malik to his children running his hand along the wall affectionately.

      “And we can definitely have a mosque kitchen,” exclaimed Nilofer excitedly as she inspected the old sink and cooker.

      “Just because I’m not a fanatic like you and your friend Jamal does not mean that I do not believe.” Nilofer snapped back.

      “How can you say that?” demanded Yousef. “Jamal is a good Muslim!”

      “If you want to ruin your life then that is your problem.” Retorted Nilofer, “Just keep Afzal out of it!”

      “That’s enough!” thundered Dr. Malik. “This place will be our mosque. You will treat it with respect. I won’t hear any more arguing.”

      They all fell silent.

      Afzal looked out of one of the stained-glass windows onto the street and saw Jamal walking towards the old building.

      “Jamal is here!” Afzal exclaimed to his brother pointing out of the window.

      “Come, brother, let’s go see him,” Yousef said smiling.

      “Afzal, you will stay here with us.” Nilofer smiled at her younger brother. Nilofer sensed that Jamal was trouble and she was hoping to persuade her young brother to stay away from him.

      Afzal looked at his older brother for what to do.

      “Come on, Afzal. Don’t listen to a girl!” Yousef glared at Nilofer as he put an arm around Afzal’s shoulder and guided him to the door.

      The two Malik brothers rushed out the old oak door to greet Jamal as Nilofer scoffed, stamped her foot, spun on her heels and then rejoined her father as he continued with the inspection.

      “You have come to see our mosque which we are going to build.” Exaggerated Afzal.

      “Yes, of course, Insha’Allah, of course.” Afzal agreed sheepishly.

      “Come on, come in and see.” Yousef urged.

      They all walk off towards Mustafa’s house talking excitedly. Afzal looks back at the window of the old church and sees his sister watching them walk away. He quickly looks away and continues walking with the others.

      The Robbery

      London, England

      David and Gazza are sitting in the silver C Class Mercedes that Gazza had ‘acquired’ last week and kept in Reggie’s rented lockup garage on the local council housing estate. David keeps the engine purring and they both sip from take away coffees in Starbucks paper cups that David had ‘grabbed on the way’. The rain is falling softly and is brushed away from the windscreen intermittently by a silent swish of the windscreen wipers. They watch in the car’s wing mirrors as people enter and exit the Santander Bank twenty yards behind the car. Gazza decides the time is right and turns to David.

      Gazza nodded to the AK47 assault rifle held between his knees, the butt of which he had placed on the floor of the car.

      “Six minutes we agreed.” David reminded him. He took his watch off his wrist and set the timer function to zero.

      “Yeah six minutes, you just keep the engine running, Davy boy.” Gazza playfully slapped him twice on the cheek.

      Gazza wrapped the sackcloth around the gun and stepped out of the car and pulled down the rubber mask of Arnold Schwarzenegger over his face.

      He pointed the gun through the window at David.

      Exaggerating the Schwarzenegger accent, he teased. “Ahl bee bahk!”