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This suspense thriller is based in contemporary South Africa, touching on Transnistria. A love story, sex, violence, corporate politics, drugs, money laundering, corruption, betrayal, sex trafficking and illegal arms dealing. Meet Robert Winter as he's drawn into this underworld that many know about, but few ever experience.

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Publié par	Seaview
Date de parution	01 mai 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781908886620
Langue	English

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A Winter s Day
Bingo Bango Part Two
Written By Robin G Alexander
Copyright
Copyright 2012 Robin Gerard Alexander
All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copy righted materials in violation of the authors rights.
Purchase only legally authorized editions.
ISBN: 978-1-908886-62-0
All Copyrights Reserved by Robin Gerard Alexander
All Rights Reserved by Robin Gerard Alexander Published Globally
Declaration and Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business entities, places or actual events is purely coincidental.
The author has made every effort to make contact details available. The author cannot assume responsibility for any errors or changes that occur after publication. Further the author does not have control over and does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.
Edited by Alison Higginbottom
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my deceased mother, Elizabeth Alexander who always encouraged me to pursue my dreams no matter what and also to my father, Richard Alexander who taught me by example that with determination you can get any job done. I would also like to thank my sister Alison Higginbottom for editing my book as well as for her love and support.
I would also like to thank my friends and family for their support and input while writing this book.
Contents
1 The Bank
2 Winter s Day
3 Back In The Game
4 Safe and Sound
5 Trauma Counseling
6 Risky Business
7 Business as Usual is Unusual
8 Tomothy s Big deal
9 The Shake Down
10 I.O.U
11 Platinum Night Club
12 Transnistria
13 Africa Trans Med Equipment
14 On The Other Hand Darren
15 At The Hotel
16 Mission to Maputo
17 Who Is Gilberto Franco?
18 Trust Me, Just Me
19 The Great Getaway
20 Destination Unknown
21 I m Coming Home Again
CHAPTER 1 ______________________________________________________
The Bank
Robert was having a pretty good Friday all things considered. Everything was going according to schedule. On his way to hopefully see his favourite person, he stepped out of the office taking a relaxing walk. People were still out getting lunch but the rush was over. The atmosphere was calmer, less frenzied than the people emerging from buildings at say 12pm. The sky was overcast but you could still feel the sun on your skin. It was 2pm on a late autumn s day in Cape Town.
The oak tree leaves lying scattered across the ground were a bronze colour. They were falling from the trees on the square which gently carried on a wind coming off the ocean that surrounded the city. Soon Robert was going to have a really good lunch and reflect on the business of the day so far. He brought his notebook and pen aware that his best ideas occurred outside the office. All Robert had to do was cash a petty cash cheque for the office and then everything would be downhill till whatever time he decided to go home.
He entered the local branch of the company s bank in anticipation; he s heart beating a little faster. Robert quickly scanned the bank s customer area, his heart dropped from his chest to his gut.
Not trusting his eyes he looked around again trying not to become too frantic. There were quite a few customers in the bank, being a Friday afternoon. The result was the same, that sinking negative feeling.
He could feel a mood change coming on, and Friday was officially blue.
Like a train wreck, the non occurrence was devastating.
Robert slowly walked to the end of the tellers queue.
The bank had an extremely high ceiling; the lighting was suspended in what can only be described as upside down fish bowls with bright LED lights inside them. The floor was tiled in a depressing grey that matched a nauseating speckled white and grey counter that curved its way from enquiries to the staff entrance. The interior walls were also grey with a thick white band running along the wall at waist height.
Easily bored by queues Robert looked at his watch, this part of his outing had now become a chore. Slowly he looked around; in his head he was assessing the types of clients in the bank. Mostly messengers doing company banking, there were a good few retail clients, people doing personal banking and as many business people. Thinking to himself again; Robert couldn t fathom why individuals still did so much personal banking inside banks instead of getting it done online.
This was going to be a long fifteen to twenty minutes waiting to cash that lousy cheque.
Robert heard the revolving door rotate as it normally did when people entered or exited.
He looks up and turns around trying to control his expectations.
It s a good thing he did, it isn t her. It was somebody but it wasn t her!
He returns to his thoughts while standing in a queue that moves like a glacier.
The pace was good for watching his favourite mystery woman but, not when she, wasn t standing in it.
The door starts sweeping the carpet as it revolved again. Like a desperate gambler wishing on a roulette table to spit out just his one lucky number, Robert holds his breath, again.
He turns around slowly praying like a gambler does as that silly little white roulette ball bounces on and around that single ridiculously optimistic number.
Bingo Bango! It was her! He had won against all odds, not really though, the mystery lady s appearance was a lot less random than a 37 to 1 chance of hitting a number playing roulette (the easiest and worst table game to play in a casino). For one it was around the time she came in every day, just before the real closing rush started.
Anyway it was it was thingy thingy that worked for .he didn t know! Robert didn t know who she was or what she did; he only knew one thing about her.
She was a ray of sunshine, a glimmer of hope; a reminder that Robert still had feelings. And she whose name he does not know evoked a myriad of unfathomable emotions.
How could an absolute stranger affect him like this, more than most people he d known all of his life. Then again a beautiful woman could get most men do anything, even the most evil of deeds if she knew how or just asked.
She, in his mind was a goddess, dressed in a white cotton blouse, a black pencil skirt with black thinly strapped high heel sandals and matching belt.
Her tanned face had minimal makeup on it, her designer sunglasses rested like an Alice band on her flowing locks of light brown hair with blondish highlights.
She wore a platinum chain around her perfect neck; her white blouse was unbuttoned down to her collar bone accentuating her softly tanned neckline.
The lady was about 5 foot 7 with curves in all the right places.
Robert thought the only way she was ever going to look any better was if she was pregnant and glowing like beautiful pregnant woman do.
It was evident that she was wearing black underwear by the straps showing through the white blouse that was very sexy.
She walked in hurriedly, made her way to the corporate tellers, Robert knew that much, she did the banking for her company.
As she floated past Robert, they briefly made eye contact. He would gaze as long as he could into her dark brown eyes and then look at her mouth focusing on her lips which were normally pursed but tapering upwards.
Her elegant and sensual footwear revealed her beautifully manicured toes. They were painted with a clear gloss toenail polish. Robert s attentiveness to detail extended to most physical attributes of a woman. Personally, Robert found toes to be an extremely provocative part of a woman s body. Looking at beautiful toes belonging to a beautiful woman was a turn on.
Some toes just made some woman more attractive. Robert found some feet sexually attractive but there was no fetish there. He also considered how a woman treated her hands and feet could provide further insights to what kind of person that woman is.
He was in a much improved mood now. In a word, elated could have summed his state of mind. He felt like a junkie who got just what he needed after jonesing for hit of heroin.
Trying to contain his excitement, he was content to stare at his mystery lady s fantastic arse as she rolled up to the corporate tellers counter.
There was no denying it. This 32 year old virile school boy had a serious grown up crush on a woman he didn t even know.
Up until two months ago he couldn t pursue his mystery lady, since then he didn t; primarily due to the rock on her pretty little ring finger that said, Unavailable, Engaged, try later after the divorce .
Even though Gorgeous was apparently taken, Robert reminded himself that Gorgeous was always receptive to his cheesy grin, reciprocating with her ambiguous but generally positively strained smile. Strained obviously because of the promise she d made and the regret she felt every time she saw Robert, or so Robert liked to think.
He considered himself attractive but all things being equal it was going to be a hard sell. He d have to convince her of many things to force a reversal of fortune in the game of Love.
Gorgeous was almost done by the sounds of things; Robert had two more customers in front of him and three more behind. Sooner or later he would have to speak to her but today was not that day. He was just happy seeing her and knowing that she was still present in his pathetic life even though they had never ever communicated.
Gorgeous was saying goodbye, I ll deposit this cheque Monday. Thanks for that Helena. Bye.
The teller, Helene responds, No problem Adrianna, see you Monday.
What would you know? Gorgeous had an amazing voice too!
Not high pitched, thin and squeaky or to low and thick with too much base.
Just a perfect s