Satiricus was stumped and his furrowed brow was a dead giveaway to his buddy Cappo, as they nursed their beers in the Back Street Bar. Things were “brown” for Cappo since the sugar factory had stopped grinding and he had to hang up his cutlass for three months. He needed Satiricus to be in a good mood to supply the elixir of life.
“Wha’ mek yuh face suh sa-wa, Budday?” he asked with forced jollity. “‘E might lef” suh, yuh know!”
“I just can’t figure out how they let Harry get away,” Satiricus confessed.
Cappo knew at once who Satiricus was talking about: they had been following the case for a year. “Me hear de law does wuk in mysteer-yas ways”, Cappo grinned. “An’ yuh know justice blind!”
“Cappo, this is no laughing matter, you know,” said Satiricus sternly. “Justice is being subverted.”
“Sato, a wha’ yuh a fret suh fa?” Cappo asked as he finished off his beer. “Wid t’ing suh bad, Harry a circulate nuff money now, yuh know!”
“What you mean?” demanded Satiricus.
“Budday w’en deh arres’ de man, a six pack a de coke bin missin’,” said Cappo knowingly. “Ah de Police tek da.”
“You right Cappo, but nobody talking about what happened to the missing 6 kilos,” admitted Satiricus.
“Well, since da a sell fuh US,000 a pack yuh talkin’ ’bout million share out wid de Police,” smiled Cappo. “And dey does spend da right away!”
“That stimulates the local economy,” said Satiricus as he nodded his head. “And Harry did say the Police put in their thumb with million cash and took out their thumb with only million!”
“Mo’ money circulatin’ bai!” grinned Cappo. “An’ t’ink how much ‘e bin gat fuh pay aff dem Police who bin a wa’ch ‘e!!”
“But they said the Police wasn’t watching him!” protested Satiricus.
Cappo just smirked. “An’ na talk wha’ happen fuh ‘e an’ e gyaal crass to Suriname. De man alone a wan industry!”
“But what about justice?” complained Satiricus.
“Justice na only blind,” said Cappo softly, “‘E gat fuh be clean! Den ‘e guh wuk!”
