Laz

Laz by Tahar Wattar… Laz… We’re alone, as you wish… Come on, talk… You live in the barracks, at the command post, if we’re going to be precise. You contact the Muslim recruits and deliver them messages from the outlaws, or convince them of the decision, without messages. When you agree with three or four, you specify the place and time after contacting the person responsible for transporting, sending, or smuggling them, whatever you call it. We learned all of this using our own methods that you know. All that remains is for you to tell me who the person or persons, or their leader, is that person you’re contacting. That’s all I want to know. I’ll guarantee your safety if you confess. Who do I start with? A wonderful idea… Very wonderful… The Shambit, the pig. How much he tortured me with his whip… The traitor… The biggest traitor of all… He’s the one who informs on everyone… Four assassination attempts, and he survives them. That will help me accuse him… I’ll tell the officer that the attempts on his life were nothing more than a stunt, intended to cover him up. I’ll see him prostrate on this table like a bull, naked, pricked by sharp nails, his supple skin stung by wet whips and salty wounds. What a sight! His swollen lips parted to reveal his rusty, black teeth…