Edwidge danticat - Dangerous Crossroads lyrics

Inspector Zagribay's mind began racing as he drove down the bumpy road. He was getting close, he was sure of it. He had managed to gather almost all the pieces of the puzzle. Another one or two pieces-which his informer and hopefully a search warrant would soon provide- and the case would be closed. When his boss had entrusted him with the a**ignment, he never would have thought a story of humans transformed into cattle would take him so far. To tell the truth, neither would his boss, who knew his quixotic nature and gave him only minor jobs. But as the weeks went by, the case kept expanding. Recently, he had reached the stage of "friendly" warnings. Which proved that he was on to something big. All those warnings came from people who claimed to wish him well: his boss, colleagues at the office, his childhood friend Fanfan (who he hadn't even told anything to). Even that Maria Luz, an NGO executive he'd met at the Canadian emba**y, though she should warn him too. Far from dissuading him, all this advice actually stimulated him. It would be such a waste to stop when things looked so good. Stopping meant being subjected to his colleagues' sarcasm and the neighborhood kids taunting him. Hey Zagribay, how about solving the mystery of that radio journalist Jean Dominique's murder? Also, at some point you had to show people that there was justice in this damned country. That nobody could come here and just do whatever, whenever. As if it were a jungle. A small crowd told him he had reached the crime scene. A warm of chattering people was gathered around the corpse planted in the middle of the intersection. A TV camera and three journalists from a few of the many radio stations of the capital were already there. Who had informed them? He heard a witness answer the question of a journalist with another question that was more a statement than a question. "When you see something like this, humans being turned into animals, wouldn't you say that the reign of Christ is near?" And the guy added: "It is indeed an individual who was being transformed into an ox, but the criminal's dirty work must have been interrupted by someone showing up unexpectedly." He pointed. "Look here, you can see that the feet haven't been completely transformed into hoofs. Same for the toes there..." Three days later, Zagribay found the information in his e-mail. The Luz NGO had been expelled from India and the Philippines for illegal activities and lab research potentially harmful to human beings. After having been subjected to various experiments and force-fed d** of all sorts, the guinea pigs would become physically deformed. A few years before, the CEO of those labs had promised discoveries that would soon turn the world of genetics upside down. Hard to find a better place than Haiti to hide criminal activities like that, thought the inspector. They believe in all kinds of nonsense here; plus, there is intense poverty and the elite will do anything for money. All you had to do was set up a clinic, grease a few palms here and there, and that would do the trick. But if their research didn't seem to give the results they were hoping for, they might have trouble getting rid of the guinea pigs without raising suspicion. On the other hand, relying on old local beliefs to eliminate the victims was a piece of cake.