EIGHT TARGETS
8. Confrontations

In one room, a grandfather was shaking a drink to brew it.  There was also a young man wearing only a very short boxer and a girl wearing only BH and underwear was serving 4 young men and 2 young women who were sitting in a circle at a table.

“Hey, is Aleka really dead?”  Asked Riandra sampil laying her head to the right side on both of her arms crossed on the table.

“The news is everywhere.  Why do you ask again.”  Rihana answered while sipping a red alcoholic drink with one sip.

“Yes that I know.  But I heard he was murdered.”  Riandra asked again, still laying her head down while wiggling her body forward and backward.

“Ya it's true.”  Rihana answered briefly while putting the finished glass back on the table to be refilled by the waiter.

“Who did it?”  Ask Riandra again.

Right after Riandra issued the question, Silva suddenly showed an unusual gurgle.  His body movements showed discomfort while pretending to be calm by sipping an alcoholic drink in his hands.

“Kaiser?”  Reply Rihana.

“Paaaaak!”

Silva immediately slapped the table with the glass bottom.

“What is possible?  By looking at the condition of the corpse alone, we can tell that it was done by a professional assassin.  Do you think a high school student who is in the 1st grade is capable of doing such a thing.”  Silva with emotion expressed his opinion.

“Why are you always so sensitive when you hear him being vilified?  Do you really hate or like him?” Araka heard Silva's statement.

Hearing that, it appears Tirta clenched his teeth while widening his eyes on his face that bowed to pay attention to his two shoes.

“What do you mean?  Since when do you have the right to take care of whose business I like or not?”

“So it's true?”

“Of course not.  Basic Araka goblok.”

“Sorry, sorry if it's wrong.  But just a reminder, you realize the position of each family?”

The smile on Araka's face suddenly turned into a frightening gaze, staring at the face of the model-looking girl.  Silva looked startled and without hesitation flinched backwards.

“Well.  Going back to the topic, right or wrong, yes, all we have to do is have to make it right in the public eye.  Isn't that the job of a journalist?  Past news of Sang Tuan Muda, CCTV footage in the mall right before the incident, and voice recordings held by Pak Widarno's assistant at the time of the incident, isn't that enough material to direct public opinion?”  Rihana's repugnance while smiling was full of cunning.

Araka and Riandra smiled and nodded in agreement.  Silva simply turned his face in annoyance, while Tirta remained down a sign that had not escaped his daydream.  As for Dirga, just keep quiet without showing any expression.

***

At 22:45 at the police station the day after the incident, a team of five people gathered to investigate the murder of Pak Widarno's family and his men at the Sungsin Security Office.

“Please start the report.”  One of the oldest-looking policemen among them began the conversation.

“Good Sir.  Based on the condition of the body, the murder is estimated to occur between 23:00 and 01:00 last night.  Unfortunately, there was no CCTV at the scene.  The only CCTV that can be obtained is the one at the gate.  From CCTV, it was seen that Mr. Widarno and his wife and several bodyguards entered the building yard at 19:07 followed by their son less than 3 hours later at 21:55.  None of the suspicious figures were recorded on the screen.”  Police in their 30s said they looked thinner.

“People are likely posing as one of the staff there.  Have you investigated the suitability between the number of people who did not leave the building and the number of victims?”  Ask the old cop again.

“That, we've been trying to check the CCTV located at the gate sir.  For now, we still conclude that all the employees who were in the building at the time were killed Mr.”  Reply to another policeman who was also around his 30s who looked fatter.

“What do you mean by still?”  The old policeman stared intently at his colleague's ambiguous answer.

“That's because there were 56 employees who were confirmed to enter the building on the night of the incident Pak beside Pak Widarno and his wife and children.  From the CCTV we examined, the number of employees who entered was equal to the number of employees who were victims of murder.  However, we have difficulty matching their faces one by one because many faces are blocked by the body of the car on CCTV.  There is a possibility that the perpetrator disguised as an employee then entered by carrying the original employee in the trunk.  Then after the murder, he just killed and put his body among the pile of corpses.”  Police in their 30s who looked thinner.

“If it is like that, the perpetrator will definitely be recorded on the exit of the building.  Is there another possible entry point for the perpetrator?”  The old policeman asked again.

“It seems impossible sir because behind and beside the Sungsin Security Building is a ravine and if it passes through a wall fence as high as 10 meters in front, it will definitely be directly visible to 4 gatekeepers in front.”  The middle-aged skinny cop replied to his senior's question.

“The gatekeeper is fine?”

“Ya Pak.”

“Keep, did they not hear the sound of screams from inside?”

“Based on TKP, the killing is carried out inside the building which is soundproof so it is not possible to be heard from outside.  As well as the fence wall near the guard post without a gap causing the perpetrator can freely drag the victim into the yard without being caught by the gatekeeper in front.”  The skinny middle-aged policeman answered again to the Old Police's question.

“They didn't hear or see anything suspicious Mr.”

“What is the possibility of the gatekeeper in cooperation with the perpetrator.”

“It's still being temporarily investigated Sir.”

“Lantas, is there any other speculation how the perpetrator may have entered-out the scene without being caught by the guard.”

“This is just a speculation sir, but as Brother Dono said, that the possibility of the perpetrator entering by disguising as one of the staff there while the original staff was held in the trunk of the car, the police said, then after the incident, the original staff was killed.  Regarding how the perpetrator got out of there, it is likely by mingling with the crowd who came to see the incident before the police arrived at TKP.”  This time it was the turn of the fat middle-aged policeman who answered every question of the Old Policeman.

“How can the crowd get in at TKP?”

“It... There are actually fencing wall cracks near many slums located there.  Behind the crack, there was a strange smell so many residents asked to check to the scene.  And so it happened that many residents and gatekeepers entered at the same time at the scene.  Perpetrators who likely hid in the bushes took advantage of the incident to blend in with the citizens.”  The skinny middle-aged policeman replied.

“Lantas have you interviewed the citizens who were at the scene about whether they saw a mysterious figure?”

“It.. Unfortunately they went there after the dawn prayer so the sky was still dark to observe suspicious people.”  The fat middle-aged policeman sceptically added his remarks to the old policeman.

“How about the evidence left in TKP?”

“It seems to be done by a professional killer so there is absolutely no evidence left in the CTP until even footprints and blood spots are absent.  However, we still continue to browse.”  This time it was the turn of a woman in her late 20s who was the only woman on her team to answer.

“But...” Add the woman looks doubtful to her remarks.

“Say!”  The old policeman said that the woman would not hold back her words.

“We found a half-broken voice recording on one of the bodies.  We were unable to recover the recording data at the end, but at the beginning of the recording it appeared Aleka, The Child kept saying something.”  The woman seemed to be hesitating to say it.

“What is it?”  But the Old Police did not stop urging the Woman.

“You better hear yourself.”  The woman also issued a copy of the sound recording that was successfully restored.

“Aleka, awake!  Since when did I have a cowardly son like you!”

“Kaiser will kill me.  Kaiser's gonna kill me.  Help me Dad, hide me so I can't find him.”

“Paaaak!”

“Honey!”

“Hah, why can our child be like this?  Guards, what exactly has happened?”

“We also know less Big Boss.  It seems that this person named Kaiser is threatening Young Master Aleka.”

“So you want to say that that weak boy who looks like a kale withered that is not even 20 years old that makes Aleka into a sad state like this!  You know how I trained him myself in various kinds of martial arts.  Does it make sense that he could be bullied by a weak child like Kaiser.”

“Sweetie you calm down first.”

…

“That boy, how could he be weak like this.”

“Honey, anyway we have to take revenge on the boy.  I'll use my family's power to hire a hitman ninja from Japan to finish off the boy.”

“Well, it's not that easy, baby.  After all, he is the favorite grandson of Lucias Dewantara.”

“Aaaah!”

The screams of Mr. Widarno's wife ended the sound on the tape.  The recording was cut off.