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MR MONK MEETS THE REDEEMER
CH 34
It was 9PM, the show had already begun. From the bridge, Monk heard the screaming of the fans, the annoying sound of the Keith's guitar and the irritating voice of Mick Jagger. In fact, Monk could not understand what the most disturbing thing about the band was: the music or the members.
Reaching the middle of the bridge Monk was surprised by the number of people clustered on the beach, jumping, sweating and pushing each other only to listen to a horrible concert of a horrible band full of horrible old men. He started to feel dizzy for the height, but he focused again on Natalie and saw they had already reached the other end.
She was being carried towards the stage.
At the end of the bridge, right before reaching the stage, Monk was barred by a security man. "Where are you goin'?"
"I'm sorry, I-ah ... I…"
"Jeez, another old pal from the crew ... you can pass, man." The security man allowed Monk through.
He got a glimpse of Natalie being carried down the stage.
"Hey, Mr. Monk!" Someone tapped Monk's shoulder, making him turn around.
"Oh, hi, Carlos."
"What are you doing here?" Carlos asked right next to Monk's ear, trying to overcome the loud music. Too close for Monk.
"I. .. I.."
"I cannot understand you, Mr. Monk. Come here." Carlos said, pulling Monk by the arm toward the backstage. "It's pretty unexpected to see you here, Mr. Monk."
"I just ... I " Monk was looking for an excuse to justify his presence on the stage apart from the truth, when Mick Jagger passed by them.
"Hey! Look who's here! Mr. Monk! Wait till Keith knows you're here!" said Jagger, with a towel on his shoulders and drinking water from a bottle. "Now it's his time, he's there at the stage alone, doing a special performance. I'll soon be there with him, and will tell him you're here! Nice seeing you again, man!" said Jagger, kissing Monk on the face and moving towards the opposite side of the backstage.
Carlos smiled at Monk, "Mr. Monk! Friend of the Stones! So I believe the trip on their jet won't be a problem! Don't worry, Mr. Monk, enjoy the concert and later we met as we agreed." and walked off, down the stairs toward the beach.
Monk looked at the stage to Keith Richards, who had just finished his performance, and tilted his head several times from side to side, while the group was coming on stage as it began to move forward, toward the audience.
Monk felt the sweat of Jagger penetrate his cheek."I need wipes!" he thought, rubbing his face with the back of the hand. "Natalie!" Monk said, and carefully, walked down the stairs, opposite the beach.
The sound of the music under the stage was quieter. The noise of the belt and pulleys which were moving the stage forward, over the rails, was louder than the music outside. The light was poor, only the spotlights from outside, at the beach, illuminated the environment through structure voids.
Monk's heart jumped hard when he saw Natalie lying on the belt that pulled the stage. It continued jumping uncontrollably when he realized the kidnapper was standing next to her, calmly talking on the phone.
Natalie was apparently unconscious.
Monk began his approach, walking smoothly, using the noise of the pulleys to disguise any sound he might produce by walking on the sand. He was moving around trying not to be noticed, hiding in the shadows. When he was close enough to the man, ready to hit him, a hit on the head drove Monk to the floor.
Thank you, Jayna!