The Future of Princess Sabina
Chapter 18: Buntu Road and Instructions

Not long after, I arrived at the coffee shop where I had witnessed the murder the day before. Or rather, I arrived at the location where the coffee shop was located, as the building was demolished overnight. Leveling up a building where the three murders took place was not with normal police procedures, so it was clear something was wrong.

I knocked on the neighbor's door, and he reluctantly went out to answer the knock. "What's going on here?" I asked the neighbors.

"Why do you have to know ?" he growled at me.

"I'm not from here, but I can make it valuable to you" I replied as I took out a lot of 100-Shekel banknotes.

I can feel the internal dilemma that women face, on the one hand, she is a poor Palestinian , who really needs money, on the other hand, she said, helping a stranger the day after a neighbor's property was destroyed was risky . I reached out my hand, grabbed her hand, and looked into her eyes. " Please help me, this is important." Say .

The face of her woman changed, and she became friendly. "Come in" he said, and I entered the little house.

I handed him a stack of notes, and he invited me to sit at a small table. " So, what's going on next to ?" I asked.

“There was a shot, and moments later, six men left the building. Not long after that a missile hit the building, and it collapsed. ” The woman revealed

"What about the other customers in the cafeteria?" I asked.

"Capheteria? It was just a house, not a place of business, ” replied the woman, with a confused expression on her face.

I try to remember what happened the day before. Did I actually walk into someone's house, believe that it was a coffee shop, and order tea? Not impossible, I was very upset the day before.

"Yes, there are six of them. Two police officers with combat equipment, one man in a brown trench coat, and three high-hooded men in white robes, ” replied the woman. This justifies my suspicion, that the murder I thought I witnessed yesterday was a fake and staged by a group of high-level conspirators. Why do they do such a thing ? What am I supposed to do?

"Is there anything else you can tell me?" I asked the woman.

“This is a dangerous question . A poor woman like me, should not reveal too much, otherwise the authorities will shoot me, ” replied the woman nervously. I reached into my pocket for a stack of banknotes, but before I reached them, the woman spoke again. "I found this outside the house, one of the men must have dropped it." The woman gave me a police ID. I took the identity card, and I gave her another 100 shekels in gratitude.

I put the ID in my pocket and spoke again. "Is there anything else you can tell me?"

“Please don't ask again. I have a child to look after. " T she's a stammered woman, and she's almost crying.

"I understand. Thank you for the help. I'll pray for you." I said reassuringly.

Knowing that I could not get any further information from this terrified Palestinian woman, I made the trip back to the safe house. I know exactly who I would ask for help in this difficult situation.