Legacy. Jeff Edwards

      ‘What sort of name is Glimgrow?’ he asked himself. He tried to take the name apart, to decipher some sort of hidden meaning, but could find nothing.

      The name search revealed the company had just been purchased. It had one shareholder, a female by the name of Jade Green, whose address was care of a firm of solicitors named Grant & Associates. Its usual place of business was listed as a post office box at the General Post Office.

      Frustrated, El Kalil decided to try to locate the person who owned the company, Jade Green, however, proved too elusive. She did not vote or own any property under that name. It appeared Jade Green was an alias.

      Only when he did an internet search was any reference found to the name. The references were overwhelming. The printer worked overtime spewing forth articles containing the name, mostly in newspapers from years past as well as some more recent items. El Kalil’s eyes lit up at the amount of information. It would take him some time to digest it all.

      The old men were pleased with his findings when he reported to them that evening. But they, too, would require time to consider the information.

      El Kalil was dismissed and told to keep watch on Akuba. ‘Report anything else that is out of the ordinary.’

      When the old men finished reading through the report they decided it was important enough to have a courier collect the data and take it to their superiors in their homeland.

      Ali Akuba prepared a detailed letter for Mrs Green. He could not risk being seen posting it, so he waited until a friendly looking businessman caught his taxi the next day.

      Smiling widely at the man, Akuba asked if he would be so kind as to post the letter when the good gentleman had reached his destination.

      The man agreed, deciding to do the favour in lieu of a tip for the driver.

      Both men were very satisfied with the arrangement.

      Postie George handed the letter to Mrs Green the next day, along with several other pieces of mail and her usual large envelope from overseas containing her latest ‘sports’ magazine.

      She left the envelope containing the magazine at home and took the rest with her to work, to be opened when there were no customers to be taken care of.

      It was not until later that morning that she opened Akuba’s letter. Fear gripped her as she read the contents. No wonder he hadn’t rung her with this news. He was probably being followed continuously and could even have his phone bugged.

      Her earlier premonitions were proving correct.

      The alternate plans were well under way but she would have to move her timetable forward. Luckily this should not prove to be a problem.