THE LAST OF THE HURDLES

Only a fool will be sleeping when his or her house is on fire.

El Ramon is no fool, and this is the reason why his eyes are unblinking as he welcomed Banjo into his parlour.

After the usual salutation, the sleepy-looking mafia was permitted to seat down.

"You have my ears."

"He left the palace, went to his house and spend an hour inside, emerged later and went into Johji Inn. And it was very late in the night when he left the Inn."

"He didn't come to the palace, so I assumed he went back to his house."

"No. He waddled inside the heavy rains for hours and was followed by my men who lagged some feet away."

"Be quick. Where did he go after leaving the inn?"

"Towards the end of the city."

"And then what?"

"Nothing."

"What did you mean by nothing?"

"He arrived beside a burnt down house, gaped at it for a while, then walked back into Johji Inn and he is sleeping inside the liquor section as we are speaking."

"When was the house burnt down?"

"Just of recent. The ashes were still fresh and s
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