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<strong>Dying</strong> <strong>Wishes</strong><br />
By<br />
Steve Goldsack<br />
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Copyright © Steve Goldsack 2011<br />
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Acknowledgements<br />
Thank you to Frankie Sutton for your editorial work and good<br />
advice.<br />
My darling wife Sarah for putting up with me while I worked<br />
on this, for pushing me to do something with it and reading it in its<br />
rawest form and not complaining too much about the terrible<br />
grammar and typos.<br />
My three beautiful children for putting up with me sitting in<br />
my corner, bashing away at my laptop while they were trying to<br />
watch something or talk to me.<br />
Bryan and Shiv for supporting my work and generally being<br />
great friends.<br />
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Chapter One<br />
Join the Army and see the world, the ad had said back then.<br />
See the arse end of the world thought Tom, as he sat listening to<br />
his sergeant going over some operational detail for one of the other<br />
teams. He was sitting in a thrown together shack in a quiet corner<br />
of an operational base that he couldn’t remember the name of, in<br />
the arse end of Helmand province Afghanistan. He had been to<br />
some shitty places in his career, from the gloomy streets of the<br />
province as a Para, to the sweaty jungles of Thailand and South<br />
America, but this was his worst one by far. It was hot and cold in<br />
equal measure, there was dust in everything, especially food and<br />
drinks and the locals were the most inhospitable he had<br />
encountered, even having little kids from the Falls Road throwing<br />
stones at him was preferable to these bastards.<br />
Apparently, this hadn’t always been the case. Back in 2001<br />
when the British had first arrived in Helmand, the locals had<br />
blessed them as saviours from the fundamentalist Taliban regime;<br />
they gave out presents and welcomed the soldiers into their homes<br />
for tea, a great honour for anyone in this country.<br />
Slowly over years of constant fighting, bullying by Taliban<br />
insurgents, and accidental killings by allied troops, the tide had<br />
turned. They were now pariahs, no longer welcome in any of the<br />
small villages around the region. Tom had only been on the ground<br />
a few days, and that was long enough, as far as he was concerned.<br />
But a couple of the guys from 6 troop had been here a month and<br />
had nothing good to say about anything, they were well known<br />
whingers but he had to admit he couldn’t fault anything they had<br />
said, yet.<br />
His attention flitted back to the orders being handed out. They<br />
had not gotten to him yet, Jules looked thoroughly bored. The heat<br />
in the room was unbearable in isolation, but with twenty-four men,<br />
all sweating and breathing at once it ramped things up to a whole<br />
new level of discomfort. Yes, they’d been trained to handle all<br />
temperatures and environments, but that was on operations and it<br />
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didn’t stand you in good stead for briefings in the middle of a<br />
fucking desert.<br />
The talk finally came around to Tom and Jules’s mission.<br />
They listened as they wrote down the relevant details. They were<br />
to be dropped in the mountains near a small village, which didn’t<br />
have a name it was so insignificant, where they were to get eyes on<br />
some likely characters, spotted by ISAF, the International Security<br />
Assistance Force, the name for the UN’s operations in<br />
Afghanistan.<br />
There was a constant stream of intelligence, known<br />
informally as intel, and images that were beamed in to ISAF, by<br />
drones that flew over the whole of the country, searching for signs<br />
that would give away anything of value, from a military<br />
standpoint. The mission was to be self-contained and would be<br />
covert, radio contact would only be permitted once a day, at eleven<br />
fifteen and any orders would be conveyed by encoded signal at that<br />
time.<br />
They looked at each other, no need to speak to convey the arse<br />
ache this kind of job usually turned out to be. Hours of lying in<br />
some cold hole in the ground, to find out that one of the locals<br />
knew a cousin of someone who had once been the driver of Osama<br />
Bin Laden’s best mate.<br />
Intel was nearly always shit, and they were well and truly<br />
bored of never getting anything of value from the targets they were<br />
sent to spy on. As they finished the meeting with a general pep talk<br />
from the operational commander, Colonel Graves, a short stocky<br />
man who would have looked at home in the front row of one of the<br />
regimental rugby teams, all bent nose and wonky teeth, he<br />
emphasised the need for success in the intelligence war. The words<br />
were delivered in his plum in the mouth style, his posh accent<br />
belying his private school education. The end of his speech was a<br />
rousing call to arms, that wouldn’t have been out of place at<br />
Rorke’s Drift, it didn’t get quite the response he was hoping for but<br />
it did raise a cynical smile from the career soldiers, who had been<br />
in enough of these briefings to recognise an officer on his way up,<br />
doing his best to get noticed by Top Brass.<br />
The rest of the day was set aside for getting the necessary kit<br />
together, rations had to be drawn and weapons checked and double<br />
checked, munitions loaded into bergens along with the specialist<br />
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listening equipment and most important, the satellite phone that<br />
was their link to the Head Shed, the operational headquarters back<br />
at base.<br />
Once done, they met in the mess for some warm brown stuff<br />
that was nominally called a chilli, to talk about anything, but their<br />
respective jobs. This wasn’t new or exciting to these guys and<br />
there were plenty of more interesting things to discuss, like who<br />
was shagging who, where the other lads were working, and by<br />
others they meant ex colleagues. There was always news of guys<br />
who had left the regiment and were now working on the circuit,<br />
how much they were earning these days, how piss easy they had<br />
things, and wouldn’t it be better to leave the regiment and join<br />
them. It was all talk, no one really settled down into civvy life after<br />
being in the regiment. The buzz wasn’t replaceable with bodyguard<br />
duty for some rich Saudi prince or a celebrity, even the work in<br />
places like Kabul or Baghdad wasn’t as exciting as it sounded.<br />
Tom was now 29 and had been a soldier for thirteen years. On<br />
joining the SAS he was one of the youngest troopers in the<br />
regiment, but he had earned his place the hard way. He had been a<br />
bit of a beanpole when he joined the Army straight from school,<br />
tall at 6’3” but apart from broad shoulders, which made him look<br />
like he had a coat hanger in his jacket, he was nothing to look at.<br />
His hair was neatly shorn in his usual style, he couldn’t remember<br />
ever having hair as a kid, his mum shaved it to the bone every two<br />
weeks to avoid nits, then as he got older, he just kept it up because<br />
it was tidy and low maintenance. When he did finally grow it, he<br />
had to look less military when he worked in the Province, it was a<br />
light brown colour, which Jules described as dog shit brown. He<br />
had an open honest face, a bit flat nosed but not ugly, just easily<br />
forgettable which came in very handy working undercover.<br />
The years of rigorous training had added significant bulk to<br />
his long frame and he was a fine figure of a man, especially with<br />
his shirt off. They called him the Plonker Adonis back in Hereford,<br />
and he took it with good grace, even though he’d had to look up<br />
what Adonis meant.<br />
Four years in the regular Army serving in the Royal Anglian’s<br />
as a rifleman, where he worked his way up to lance corporal, were<br />
followed by another four in the Parachute regiment. P selection<br />
had been tough; his best mate from his old regiment had to be<br />
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invalided out, due to an accident while training. Tom had scraped<br />
through though, and was as proud as punch to wear the red beret.<br />
He thought at the time he’d reached his pinnacle as a Lance<br />
Corporal, he didn’t envisage climbing much higher in the ranks<br />
and Para’s were the bee’s knees of the British Army, or so he<br />
thought.<br />
He was on duty in Crossmaglen, a small town on the borders<br />
of Northern Ireland when he first met Welsh Dave, a scrawny,<br />
odd-looking guy who was in and out of the compound at irregular<br />
hours. He had terrible dress sense, his ginger hair was always a<br />
mess and he looked more like the enemy than the enemy did, if<br />
that was even possible. As it turned out, this was exactly the look<br />
he was going for. He was on secondment to the Para’s for some<br />
intel stuff, and his full time job was an SAS trooper with the<br />
Detachment, a covert operations team tasked with hunting out and<br />
destroying the Paramilitary organisations, who were targeting<br />
British interests both on the Sceptred Isle and the mainland.<br />
At first, Dave had been aloof, not really saying much to the<br />
rank and file guys. However, as he stayed longer, he became one<br />
of the regulars in the NAAFI bar, which was really just a table with<br />
some optics and a small fridge in the main hall. When sober, he<br />
would be quite reserved, but after a skin full of scotch, he would<br />
begin to regale the lads with tales of the infamous SAS, or the<br />
regiment, as it was known by service men, except those in the RAF<br />
who had their own regiment, which wasn’t anywhere near as<br />
impressive.<br />
To Tom, this sounded brilliant, the tales of derring do, allied<br />
to raucous stories of risky japes pulled out on training exercises<br />
was all he needed to hear, where he was sure he had reached the<br />
top of the tree before, now, he was aware there was a penthouse<br />
suite as it were, and the SAS were now his new target. He did his<br />
homework, grilled Dave for all he was worth about selection and<br />
stuff, then set out on the path to ultimate glory. He had to interrupt<br />
the training for a short while due to his mother dying, but this<br />
spurred him on even harder. After twelve months of hard graft,<br />
constant fitness training and stamina work, he was allowed to enter<br />
selection, an almost mythical test of soldiering, that few passed and<br />
those that did, did so very rarely on their first attempt. Tom had<br />
been one of only six guys on his set to get the sand coloured beret.<br />
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Forty had started out, many of them fellow Para’s, some marines<br />
and even the odd regular Army soldier. The six that finished were<br />
three Para’s, a signaller and two Royal Marines. He had never felt<br />
as proud as he did the day of his confirmation into the ranks of the<br />
Special Air Service.<br />
Now, five years later, he had managed to get back up to lance<br />
corporal in rank and had been around the world a couple of times,<br />
spending time in Asia, South and North America, and even some<br />
time in Australia and New Zealand. The work wasn’t easy, but it<br />
was rewarding, and knowing you were the envy of almost every<br />
professional soldier out there was a good feeling. The downside<br />
was the shitty jobs you were given, always in the most ludicrously<br />
inhospitable places, icy tundra, hot deserts and sweltering jungle.<br />
There never seemed to be a nice temperate climate, where you<br />
could wear your old-fashioned BDUs, and feel comfortable for a<br />
while. SAS soldiering wasn’t all that he had imagined. The guys<br />
who had brought the unit to public recognition in the Iranian<br />
Embassy siege had been lucky, in so far as they had been on a real<br />
high profile mission with the attention of the world, this was the<br />
stuff of legends for them, the rest of the time it was gruelling work<br />
in God awful places for little or no thanks at all.<br />
As they finished their meal and put their plates on the shelf for<br />
the catering staff to clean, they said their farewells, no emphasis<br />
was put on the dangers they each might be facing. This was work<br />
and as such, just a regular day with regular goodbyes, a snide<br />
comment here, a boasting retort there, not so much machismo as<br />
banter from guys focused on their own task at hand.<br />
Tom and Jules went through a couple of things before turning<br />
in. A hammock slung under a mossy net a few feet apart was the<br />
best they could manage for a bed. As the bugs chirruped in the<br />
darkness, Jules looked across at Tom, trying to see through the<br />
poor light and opaque netting if he was awake still.<br />
“Mate you still there? Tom you up mate?” he spoke quietly so<br />
as to not disturb anyone outside of their little corner of the<br />
compound, although the other guys were still rattling around,<br />
sorting stuff or just chatting over a fag and brew before they turned<br />
in.<br />
“Yeah mate still here, can’t sleep for these fucking insects<br />
banging on about shit to each other, what’s up, you got pre mission<br />
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nerves again? Am I gonna have to give you one of the Guvnor’s<br />
pep talks?”<br />
There was a slightly sarcastic tone that Jules recognised, but<br />
he was in the mood for some serious talking and brushed past the<br />
attempt at banter.<br />
“Nothing so simple mate. I’ve been talking to Ellen recently,<br />
and before you say anything she called me, I was as surprised as<br />
you to hear from her.”<br />
Tom snorted at this and was about to speak.<br />
“Anyway, she called me just before we rotated out of<br />
Hereford. She’s back in Yorkshire now, the wanker she left with<br />
has gone and she needed to speak to me, I couldn’t very well tell<br />
her to fuck off, could I?”<br />
“Yes, you fucking could mate, and that’s what you should<br />
have done. That lowlife slapper isn’t worth your fucking time.<br />
What’d she want; some fucking money I suppose?”<br />
Jules took a short breath. He was prepared for this response<br />
and had wondered how he would get Tom to listen without<br />
continuous interruptions.<br />
“Listen mate, this is important, I know what a cow she was to<br />
me. After all, it was me who kicked her out, but she wasn’t asking<br />
for anything, not for herself anyway, she was looking for Saffy.”<br />
Tom rolled onto his side to look at Jules.<br />
“What’s up with Saffy? She was fine last time we spoke,<br />
enjoying her course and stuff, living the high life of a student from<br />
what she said. Didn’t have a good word to say about her mother<br />
either, I might add.”<br />
Jules was getting impatient with Tom, he wanted to say his<br />
piece, but knew if he was going to get Tom on board he would<br />
have to let him have his say.<br />
“Listen mate, it’s not as simple as that, she says that they<br />
haven’t spoken in months, literally six months, and when she tried<br />
to get her at her digs they said she’d moved out, left the uni<br />
altogether, when she rang the pastoral people they confirmed she<br />
had gone.”<br />
Tom had shut up now as his interest was piqued.<br />
“They couldn’t explain it either, she was ahead of the game<br />
academically, she hadn’t even left an explanation, Ellen is really<br />
worried about her.”<br />
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Jules was concerned to, Tom could hear it in his voice but he<br />
was trying not to let it show. Tom thought back, it had been even<br />
longer since he had spoken to her himself.<br />
“I wouldn’t worry mate, she’s a smart kid, maybe she just had<br />
enough and wanted to do a gap year or something, and why would<br />
she tell her mum, they don’t exactly have daily chats since she<br />
fucked you over, so it’s not a surprise she isn’t filling her in on<br />
anything and everything.”<br />
He was speaking to Jules but trying to convince himself at the<br />
same time, “I reckon she’s probably let herself into your place<br />
back in town, we’ll get someone to pop in and check while we’re<br />
out here, yeah?”<br />
Tom hoped he was right, he felt terrible it hadn’t occurred to<br />
him to call her. Saffron had always been a wilful girl and upping<br />
sticks and leaving her university because she felt like it was just<br />
like her.<br />
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right mate, but I’m worried about her.<br />
She took the whole break up really hard and she don’t have<br />
anything to do with Ellen anymore. I can’t let this just go Tom,<br />
they are all they’ve got if anything happens to me. I need them to<br />
be there for each other, I need a favour mate, you can say no if you<br />
like, but it would mean a lot to me.”<br />
He paused to ensure there was no ambiguity about his words;<br />
he had Tom’s full attention.<br />
“I want you to talk to Saffy for me, she loves you and listens<br />
to you like a big brother, you don’t have to give her a load of<br />
flannel about her mum. I know how you feel, but just point out<br />
what’s going on, we could bite it anytime and they need to be back<br />
together so I don’t have to worry about them both separately, just<br />
try for me mate, it would really be doing me a huge one, what do<br />
you say mate? Tom?”<br />
Tom groaned theatrically and rolled back onto his back, the<br />
hammock swinging wildly as he moved. He deliberately left Jules<br />
waiting, as he went through the idea in his head, he wasn’t just<br />
Ellen's biggest critic, he fucking hated her, although they had been<br />
best of friends before she screwed Jules over. How was he going to<br />
be able to speak to Saffron, a girl he loved dearly but he knew<br />
hated her mum right now and try and get them to be on good terms<br />
again, this was an epic mission as far as he was concerned.<br />
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“Okay mate, this is what I’ll do. I’ll have a word in her shell<br />
like but I’m not going to put her under any pressure. I don’t think<br />
Ellen deserves her, but if it’s what’s gonna get you to shut up and<br />
let me get some shut eye, I’m willing to have a go, yeah, that good<br />
enough for you?”<br />
Jules’s teeth could be clearly seen in the darkness as he<br />
smiled, Tom was an arsehole sometimes, but he was a good mate,<br />
a great mate in fact.<br />
“Yeah that’s great, I’ll let you sleep now, do you want a<br />
lullaby or you planning on another wet dream tonight?”<br />
Tom just grunted in response, turned onto his other side<br />
swinging as he did so, he then proceeded to make snoring noises<br />
much to Jules’s delight.<br />
They both woke at first light. As soldiers, they had gotten used<br />
to the drill while on operations and exercises of mustering before<br />
first light, this wasn’t necessary anymore, and the regiment didn’t<br />
require any antiquated proof of their men’s discipline. What they<br />
needed, was stone cold killers who could carry out any number of<br />
tasks. Time keeping wasn’t important outside of operations and<br />
making them get up just to prove they could, wasn’t an issue.<br />
Tom rolled off of the would be bed, stretching his back to<br />
relieve the stiffness. In a hammock, any movement was<br />
accentuated tenfold so you got used to staying still; this led to a<br />
sore back and neck more often than not. Once the little wrinkles of<br />
a night sleeping in hell had been stretched out, they got a brew on.<br />
They started to roll stuff up and put it into their huge bergens, these<br />
would be a life support system out on ops, if they couldn’t find it<br />
in there they didn’t have it basically, so they took great care to<br />
make sure they forgot nothing of note.<br />
“You still okay with what we talked about last night mate? I<br />
know you was half asleep and all, but I just wanna check you’re all<br />
good for this one?”<br />
Tom tutted as he looked up from forcing something into the<br />
top of the already tightly packed rucksack.<br />
“Yeah, yeah mate, I get it fine, do my Jerry Springer thing and<br />
reunite the family for you, no problems, you know I’m famous for<br />
my people skills don’t you?”<br />
This made them both laugh, Tom was infamous for being<br />
quiet, he could banter with the lads no problems, but in any social<br />
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situation he was a nightmare. He had a couple of girlfriends in the<br />
past, but he rarely managed to pull on a night out because he just<br />
didn’t get into anything with women. Other members of the troop<br />
were like cartoon characters when it came to the women, all the<br />
cheesy chat, open necked shirts, the lot. They would give little<br />
hints as to who they were, it was strictly forbidden to say you were<br />
in the regiment, security issues and all that, but it didn’t stop some<br />
of them giving it large to some half wasted young lady in a bar or<br />
club. Tom on the other hand usually told them he was an office<br />
clerk or something, if he even went as far as saying anything at all.<br />
“I know you’re not gonna enjoy it mate, I get it, but Ellen is<br />
her mum and until now, she’s done a grand job, so try your best for<br />
me and Saffy, yeah?”<br />
Tom just nodded and got on with his last minute stuff. His<br />
weapon was lying on the ground between his legs. An MP5K, a<br />
shortened version of the Heckler and Koch machine pistol popular<br />
with police forces throughout Europe, this version was tiny, no<br />
stock to speak of and about an inch of barrel protruding from the<br />
front. It wasn’t an accurate weapon, but highly effective in close<br />
quarters which was just the job for these kind of ops. Tom picked<br />
his up and went through the maintenance drill, checking what there<br />
was of the barrel and firing mechanism, etc.<br />
Jules’s was within reach, so he did the same. You were<br />
supposed to do your own, so you knew for certain it was in good<br />
nick if it got heavy, but Jules knew Tom was adept at this stuff and<br />
was happy to put his trust in his mate’s skills on this matter.<br />
They spoke very little as they awaited the order to assemble,<br />
the kit had been checked and double-checked and there was<br />
nothing much to be said or done at this point. They took the<br />
opportunity to have a last cup of tea, it was unlikely they would be<br />
drinking anything hot for a while, and then sat on top of their<br />
bergens in the main assembly area awaiting the Chinook that was<br />
going to drop them a few kilometres from their target. There was<br />
no sense of anticipation or excitement, because this was just<br />
another shitty job, and they would be back here in a few days<br />
complaining to everyone else how hot or cold they had been, and<br />
what a pain in the arse the other trooper had been, or so they<br />
thought.<br />
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Chapter Two<br />
As they laid in the dark, a draught blowing through the<br />
doorway was picking up spirals of dirt from the floor; Tom looked<br />
to at Jules’s back. The cold was breath-taking and Tom was<br />
begrudging Jules his current point of recumbence, he was laying<br />
further into the dwelling, up against the internal wall.<br />
The positions were not accidental, as it was quickly<br />
established that the occupants were Arabs, and therefore not<br />
speaking Pashtu, the local language. Jules was the more fluent in<br />
Arabic, and therefore, most likely to pick up what was being said.<br />
“Typical,” thought Tom.<br />
He spent weeks upgrading his Pashtu just for this tour, and the<br />
fuckers turn out to be Arabs, or A-rabs as Jules called them.<br />
They had snuck into the cave, cum hut, once they were sure<br />
the men they had followed were inside the rear room, which was<br />
buried into the mountainside. The targets had been identified the<br />
night before by ISAF, as being of importance, this was all they had<br />
been told at this point, but it wasn’t unusual to be treated like<br />
mushrooms Tom thought, kept in the dark and fed on shit.<br />
Once they had received the go from ISAF, they moved out<br />
into the deserted area of the village they had been sent to<br />
reconnoitre. Basically, the adobe huts were all empty, the few<br />
remaining residents preferring to live in the troglodyte fashion, i.e.,<br />
caveman style. This had been a boon to the two man team from the<br />
get go, allowing them to have the ultimate luxury for a special ops<br />
team on close proximity observation (CPO), that being a fire and<br />
habitable accommodation.<br />
They had very carefully checked the visibility of any smoke<br />
and for light contamination, which was not a problem, as the only<br />
other residents of this mountain hamlet were all on the farthest side<br />
of the village, and no matter where they looked from; there was no<br />
evidence of their presence.<br />
It wasn’t strictly the done thing, but they had both learned<br />
long ago to adjust the interpretation of the rules to suit their current<br />
predicament. The time spent in the squat hut was not to be<br />
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described as pleasant under any circumstances, but the two men<br />
knew that elsewhere throughout the region, their compatriots’<br />
would be laying down under crappy stinking rags or in shallow<br />
delves, shitting into plastic bags and eating nothing but chocolate<br />
bars. They would sit close to the small fire and laugh about the<br />
other lads, doing impersonations of those with reputations of never<br />
shouldering the crap parts of the job without a good old moan,<br />
always slagging off the officers for the fact they have to be stuck in<br />
their current shitty locales.<br />
They were all good men but in any group you had the<br />
whinger, and theirs was no exception. Well trained, extremely<br />
professional, just moaning bastards at the same time. Both of them<br />
knew they had been extremely fortuitous in finding this village so<br />
rundown and under populated. The fact that they could have the<br />
comparative luxury of the squalor they were in. The fire was more<br />
for light than anything else, as it generated very little heat. The fuel<br />
for the fire was found within the many derelict huts around their<br />
own, it was some form of dung in little cakes, which when dry<br />
burnt slowly and stank to high heaven.<br />
Their first few nights were spent tentatively searching out the<br />
surrounding area, moving slowly and carefully, as it turned out<br />
quite pointlessly, as they found out by venturing out a little earlier<br />
one evening. They saw the ten or so men, and three women<br />
disappear into the only three occupied caves well before sundown.<br />
The Predator had informed them of the number of bodies likely to<br />
be around, but the proximity to the caves meant the Intel was not<br />
accurate enough to trust entirely. Personal clarification was the<br />
only way the troopers could be sure they were safe to move, albeit<br />
surreptitiously, during the darkest hours. The earlier call from<br />
ISAF was unexpected, breaking a routine, which was beginning to<br />
become unhealthy. In their current situation, anything routine<br />
could cause complacency, and that was likely to result in a<br />
mistake.<br />
They had just eaten some warmed through beans they had<br />
been hoarding since the first night on the ground. They had<br />
realised they would be able to have them warm at some point, and<br />
this evening they had decided to crack them open before going out<br />
into the gloom.<br />
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The satellite receiver hummed to make them aware, the<br />
annoying beep having been turned off, for obvious reasons. There<br />
had been a vehicle tracked all the way from Kandahar, stopping at<br />
various encampments along the way. It was thought they would<br />
have missed this particular set of dwellings out altogether, and<br />
head further on towards the Pakistani border, but it had turned off<br />
the beaten track and headed into the mountains. What the troopers<br />
didn’t know was these travellers were believed to be Al-Qaida,<br />
which would have alerted them to the need for Arabic.<br />
There were three men in the clapped out old pickup truck,<br />
there seemed to be a proliferation of these old, usually white<br />
trucks. Tom had wondered if they had decommissioned all of<br />
these, then the Taliban would have had to give up, such was their<br />
importance to the Afghans. There was something loaded onto the<br />
rear, which was covered in a sheet of canvas which may have been<br />
why they were of interest at this time.<br />
They pulled up as close to the caves as they could, and the<br />
men of the village came to greet them, bowing and hugging as<br />
appropriate. The three men, aided by the local men, carried their<br />
load into the most frequented of the three caves in use.<br />
Jules headed back into the village to ensure the men were not<br />
being trailed by counter intelligence, something not unknown in<br />
the regiment’s dealings with Al-Qaida.<br />
Tom stayed eyes on the doorway, hidden behind the closest of<br />
the huts to the cave entrance. His job was to make sure they hadn’t<br />
just stopped to have a cuppa with their old school mates, and were<br />
going to jump back into the ramshackle pickup truck, which had<br />
amazingly brought them so far across the dust strewn landscape.<br />
With all necessary checks made, the men crawled slowly<br />
through the doorway, pushing aside the heavy curtain hanging in<br />
place of a door. Wood wasn’t exactly easy to come by, and wasting<br />
it on doors was something they wouldn’t have considered. The<br />
cave in question, took the regular pattern they had recced on<br />
previous nights in the disused version further up the mountainside<br />
they were perched against.<br />
There was a vestibule of sorts, usually about six to eight feet<br />
deep, and then a wall made of adobe bricks with another blanketcovering<br />
the opening into the rear of the cave. They had surmised<br />
from previous night’s work that the porches, as Jules called them,<br />
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were seldom used, at least not during the colder months. There was<br />
usually a pile of blankets and other smelly crap thrown out there,<br />
the area behind the blankets was still a mystery as each of the<br />
caves would be naturally different, after all they were caves and<br />
not man made.<br />
As they slowly, and meticulously worked their way into the<br />
ante-room, Jules climbed silently into the pile of rags, while Tom,<br />
with his next to useless knowledge of the local tongue, stayed near<br />
the doorway ensuring they were not stumbled upon by a random<br />
night caller.<br />
Although previous night’s experience had shown that no one<br />
was willing to venture out in the dark, maybe they knew about the<br />
Predators flying up in the night sky, or they just didn’t have the<br />
need. It was bitterly cold, and although the darkness wasn’t<br />
complete, the people they had seen were not young and maybe<br />
couldn’t see so well.<br />
As a conversation continued within the rear room, Jules placed<br />
his ultrasonic listening device as close to the hanging blanket as he<br />
dared. The talking was audible as a distant grumbling to Tom, and<br />
he could discern that things were not all rosy behind the curtain.<br />
He would have asked Jules for a sit rep, but he knew that he<br />
needed to keep his attention on the room. Although they were<br />
recording everything, on a digital device attached to the receiver, it<br />
was vital he kept up with everything in case they just upped and<br />
decided to leave, thereby compromising the entire Op.<br />
They had been there for a good forty minutes, when Jules<br />
started to look worried, the voices quietened unexpectedly, then a<br />
sudden cry rent the air. Tom looked across at Jules with a<br />
questioning shrug, the light was poor, but they could see each other<br />
well enough and Jules shushed him with a waving gesture, while<br />
he cupped the earphone to cut out any outside noise. The cry was<br />
followed by a deathly silence, which to Tom went on for what<br />
seemed like minutes, but Jules was already picking up hushed<br />
exchanges in the cave seemingly, from further back, and whatever<br />
he heard was not good, if his expression was any indicator.<br />
Jules then leaned towards Tom, beckoning him to go further<br />
away, which in the current positions would be out of the doorway,<br />
as speech was forbidden they tried to communicate by sign, and<br />
this was a struggle as the light and the odd situation meant the<br />
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signing wasn’t conclusive. All Tom could fathom was Jules<br />
wanted him to back away from his current location but he couldn’t<br />
discern why. Not being one to doubt the skills of his long time<br />
mate, he checked through the blanket that the coast was clear, out<br />
of habit, rather than necessity, then crawled backwards out through<br />
the hole in the adobe walls, finally come to rest standing up against<br />
outside wall. He hoped the shadows cast by the shrouded moon<br />
would conceal him, while whatever Jules was working on got<br />
sorted.<br />
The unexpected move back out into the exposed mountain air<br />
gave Tom a moment of discomfort, as the chilled air caught in his<br />
throat. He had just managed to bring himself back on track, when<br />
breaking all rules of close ops, Jules trundled out of the doorway<br />
and whistled into the darkness, his eyes unable to adjust to the<br />
change in the light.<br />
Tom, momentarily shocked by the speed and noise of Jules’s<br />
departure from the cave dwelling, reached out and pulled at his<br />
shoulder. Jules drew down with his Glock, but seeing it was Tom,<br />
dropped it back into his leg holster.<br />
He leant into toward Tom, “We gotta get the fuck outta here<br />
mate!”<br />
He was speaking in a loud whisper, the type used in films<br />
when the operatives are arguing outside a top-secret base just prior<br />
to going in, not something you did outside an actual enemy<br />
position, whether going in or getting out.<br />
“What the fucks going on mate, you been spotted? We<br />
compromised?”<br />
Whatever it was, the look on Jules’s face was hard to read in<br />
the shadows.<br />
“Listen, we need to get as far from here as we can, I can’t<br />
explain now just fucking leg it” The last part, he practically<br />
shouted. No attempt to disguise their whereabouts no thought for<br />
the other dwellings they would soon be running through. There<br />
seemed to be no concern about any of the other village residents<br />
being disturbed by the sudden shout or clomping of heavy boots as<br />
Tom ran through the small alleys on the hard track.<br />
Tom automatically headed towards the Laying Up Point<br />
(LUP), He assumed this was the plan Jules had in mind. After all<br />
they would need as much of their kit as possible if they were going<br />
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to be out on the mountains for any length of time. They would<br />
certainly rue the lack of anything important when they had to<br />
survive the night, possibly under hostile enemy fire. Their firearms<br />
were hidden beneath the rugs and blankets that had been in the hut<br />
when they found it, if this had gone noisy, and it appeared it had,<br />
then they would need the firepower to get away from these Arabs<br />
without losing their lives.<br />
As he turned onto the last section of alley before their hut,<br />
Tom looked back to see where Jules was. He wasn’t anywhere to<br />
be seen. Had he fallen? Or was he now in front of Tom?<br />
There was a maze of small alleys and Tom may have not taken<br />
the quickest route. He jumped through the blanketed entrance to<br />
their LUP, pulling the dusty old rag in behind him. The room was<br />
evidently still empty and the only light came from the dying<br />
embers of the fire, not enough to cast even the merest of glows.<br />
Luckily, the removal of the blanket let some of the moons light<br />
through, and it allowed Tom to see where their packs were stashed,<br />
but also to see that Jules was not here. He grabbed his Bergen,<br />
checking it was closed, and then lifted his small MP5K from<br />
beneath the stinking pile of rotten old blankets, checking the<br />
magazine was in place.<br />
He paused, should he take Jules’s weapon too? If he went<br />
back and didn’t find him it could cause problems, Jules might<br />
reach the hut and finding his weapon missing assume Tom had<br />
been compromised or captured, but on the other hand, if he did<br />
locate Jules, he would be severely handicapped in a fire fight,<br />
relying solely on his side arm.<br />
Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, his ears full with<br />
the sound of his fast beating heart. He could hear no other sounds<br />
and he fought to calm himself, knowing that the easiest one to kill<br />
was the man who didn’t hear it coming, and at the moment a giant<br />
in hob nailed boots could have come up behind him, such was the<br />
internal noise. He opened his mouth slightly to allow himself to<br />
hear a little more, the jaw made your ears play tricks, and Tom<br />
needed to be sure of everything he heard from this point on.<br />
Thus far, there was nothing to suggest that Jules’s outburst had<br />
been heard by any of the Arabs or the other villagers, no shouts,<br />
calls of enquiry, nothing. What had gone down in there? Why had<br />
Jules been so quick to get away? What had caused him to forgo his<br />
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training and go noisy right outside a targets location and why had<br />
he not followed Tom to the hut?<br />
If Jules had heard something that had suggested the operation<br />
at the hut had been compromised, he would have made that clear to<br />
Tom. He knew that they would have needed their kit to survive<br />
even for a short time out in the open, especially if the locals were<br />
going to be searching for them, it didn’t make sense. His instincts<br />
were screaming at him to get out onto the mountain. Jules was a<br />
pro, an old hand at this, and he would be doing whatever he<br />
thought best for the mission and himself, invariably in that order,<br />
knowing Jules.<br />
Tom was worried. What if he had fallen and injured himself,<br />
or been in a contact with one of the villagers? He might be unable<br />
to extricate himself.<br />
He wondered what had caused the sudden panic. There was no<br />
other word for it; he had been adamant that putting some distance<br />
between themselves and the target was urgent. Thus far, he hadn’t<br />
followed his own order, at least not yet, Tom shouldn’t have been<br />
concerned about him. It was a ridiculous situation for an<br />
experienced trooper to be in, but humans can’t always control their<br />
emotions, not even the most drilled, tested soldiers on God’s green<br />
earth could account for everything they would experience in a<br />
combat situation, which he had to assume this was. Although he<br />
hadn’t heard so much as one of the women tutting, let alone a<br />
report from a fire arm, or angry shouts in the local lingo.<br />
The easy and correct option was to leg it to the emergency RV<br />
(rendez vous point) they had agreed on, four days earlier on their<br />
egress into the isolated collection of huts and caves. The<br />
emergency rendezvous was a shallow dip covered by scrub and<br />
bushes, deep enough for three men with full kit to be hidden well<br />
enough from sight. The rocks and density of the foliage still<br />
allowed them to have eyes on the nearest of the huts.<br />
Tom thought for a moment, weighing up his options he<br />
decided to follow Jules's example and break with procedure. He<br />
would argue the semantics of his decision later over a cold beer<br />
back in camp, but for now, he was going to find out where Jules<br />
was and get him to the ERV.<br />
The moon had been partially covered by cloud up until then,<br />
and the sudden increase in light caused Tom to involuntarily jump.<br />
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It was still dark, but the difference was as if a torch had been<br />
replaced with a night sun from a helicopter.<br />
The alleys running up towards the caves were still in complete<br />
darkness, and as Tom ran through them towards where he had last<br />
seen Jules, he was aware that any number of X rays could have<br />
been crouched down in the darkness. They would have been able<br />
to gut him like a fish before he could have been aware of them, a<br />
stark thought but not enough to deter his foolhardy break neck run<br />
through the village.<br />
At the intersection they had last crossed together, he stopped,<br />
although he was super fit as all the troopers were, the thinner air<br />
and less than perfect diet over the past few days, along with long<br />
periods of inactivity, were taking their toll. He forgot all efforts to<br />
conceal himself and fell onto his knees, puffing and wheezing, he<br />
felt weaker than he should but shrugged this off. His head<br />
thumping as the blood was hurtling round his body. The noise he<br />
was making seemed to be the only sounds in the village, and again,<br />
he fought to control his functions enough to give him a chance to<br />
hear the background sounds that often gave people away. The<br />
rustle of two legs in a pair of trousers, the gentle wheeze of air<br />
from a closed mouth, the crack of a floorboard as the prey shifts<br />
their weight. As his awareness increased, the sounds came to him.<br />
There was nothing untoward or out of place. The insects that spent<br />
the night buzzing about could still be heard, as could the distant<br />
sighing of the wind through the twin peaks of the mountain, it was<br />
what was missing that concerned Tom. The usual background<br />
noises of the people in the caves was gone, the clatter of a pan,<br />
some shouted remark, the arguing of the women, it just wasn’t<br />
there.<br />
He stood for a moment, obscured by the shadow in the alley,<br />
looking out into the open ground where he had last seen Jules. He<br />
could make out some small details that he thought could be boot<br />
prints, but the light cast by the moon wasn’t strong enough. He<br />
willed himself to notice something of use, anything that he could<br />
piece together to get any idea of where Jules had gone. He had<br />
turned his head towards the edge of the village; away from where<br />
they had been working, hoping he had simply taken the quickest<br />
route out of Dodge.<br />
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The night was suddenly alive with the unmistakeable crack of<br />
small arms fire, the entrance of the cave was suddenly lit with<br />
bursts of light followed by a halo left on the eye, showing the<br />
sudden absence of the bright light.<br />
As Tom began to run toward the gunfire, he raised his small<br />
compact machine pistol and cracked the firing pin into position. As<br />
he crossed the last few yards, the safety was flicked into automatic,<br />
he didn’t know what was going down, but he sure as hell was<br />
going to be ready for anything once he got there.<br />
There was mere seconds between the first shots being fired<br />
and Tom getting outside the cave entrance. A deep whoomping<br />
sound began. The unmistakeable sound of an AK 47, 7.62 rounds,<br />
could be heard crashing into rock and clay, the blanket must have<br />
been shot down, as light suddenly burst from the entrance, and<br />
Tom took a deep breath then swung himself round the edge of the<br />
entrance, gun up into his shoulder ready to fire.<br />
The scene before him was utter chaos. There were four or five<br />
men lying across a small fire, clearly dead or dying. All wore the<br />
linen rags that passed for clothes in this part of the world. Two, of<br />
the fives heads were covered in traditional Arab style, blood was<br />
seeping through the rags onto their faces, others were bleeding out<br />
of their chest. Another man trying to stand despite a wound to his<br />
chest, was waving the AK47 shouting something about Allah,<br />
while just inside the door, Jules was on his side on the ground. His<br />
pistol out in front, the trigger was engaged but it had emptied its<br />
magazine and he was at the Arabs mercy. Tom sighted down his<br />
short barrel and opened up into the man’s chest and stomach,<br />
centre body mass it was called in drills, and it was your best<br />
chance of taking someone down with such a small weapon.<br />
Headshots look good, but if there is a miss, there won’t be a<br />
chance to adjust the aim. So, hit the big heavy target zone and most<br />
likely, one would not have to worry about return fire.<br />
As the Arab fell back under the impact of the rounds, Tom<br />
rushed forward into the cave; he quickly reconnoitred the room and<br />
ascertained there were no further X-rays, then jumped down beside<br />
Jules to check his vitals.<br />
Jules was conscious, although he had to be relieved of his<br />
pistol, as he wouldn’t let go of the trigger. Tom rolled him onto his<br />
back, and ran his eyes over him, looking for the wounds he knew<br />
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he would find. The most obvious place was his chest, which was a<br />
mess of torn BDU and blood. There was another wound to the<br />
shoulder, which seemed less serious and Tom went into medic<br />
mode, tearing stuff from his Bergen to push into the wound, while<br />
fumbling around for the morphine injection in his kit.<br />
He worked for about ten minutes, always aware of the threat<br />
of some more of the villagers coming to see what had happened,<br />
but concentrating on doing what was required to give Jules the best<br />
chance of surviving until the medivac team could be brought in.<br />
Satisfied he had done the most immediate work necessary, he<br />
got onto the satellite receiver and called in the details of the<br />
contact, and Jules current condition. The voice on the other end of<br />
the radio was calm and almost disinterested as Tom literally<br />
shouted his requirements into the receiver’s microphone.<br />
“He’s conscious but losing lots of blood. He’s O neg, tell them<br />
that and get them here fast, no combatants are in the area to the<br />
best of my knowledge. I’ll put a beacon out as soon as I can leave<br />
him for a minute, over.”<br />
His throat was dry and his voice croaky, but he knew the<br />
young lady at the other end was trained to deal with this kind of<br />
stuff. In fact, it was far too common in this day and age and she<br />
would have gotten the important details.<br />
“The helicopter is on its way, eta fifteen minutes; they’ll need<br />
that beacon to land so get it out there ASAP, over.”<br />
Tom looked down at Jules, his colour wasn’t good, he was<br />
pale, and his breathing was wheezy and laboured. He seemed<br />
awake, but wasn’t looking at anything particular, just open eyes<br />
staring into the gloom outside the cave front.<br />
Seeing as he had no choice, Tom pulled a beacon from his<br />
pack and headed to the area of the ERV. They had chosen it not<br />
just for the good cover, but the fact there was room to land a<br />
chopper. No good meeting miles from safety was there, he dumped<br />
the beacon into the middle of the open ground and ran back to the<br />
cave. If he was going to get Jules to the chopper, he was going to<br />
have to move him soon. They wouldn’t want to hang around on the<br />
ground any longer than necessary, in case their obvious presence<br />
attracted a local with an old rifle to have a crack at them for the<br />
hell of it, it happened often and any bullet is a danger especially in<br />
a helicopter.<br />
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He checked Jules breathing and spoke loudly and clearly<br />
“Sorry mate this is gonna hurt like hell but I gotta get you up to the<br />
ERV, the choppers on route and we need to be there when they<br />
arrive, okay?”<br />
Jules looked at him vaguely, aware of his words but unable to<br />
nod or answer. The morphine could do that just as much as any<br />
wounds Tom thought, he felt better thinking that. The copter was<br />
audible for a few minutes before it was possible to make out the<br />
blinking lights of it undercarriage. Tom could almost have wept to<br />
see them. Jules hadn’t moved since he had laid him as gently as he<br />
could onto the dusty ground.<br />
He ran back to the hut to reclaim his Bergen, then went to<br />
their hut and got Jules’s along with his MP5K, it wouldn’t do to<br />
have some crack pot Taliban finding it and using it on one of Toms<br />
allies, and there would be an inquiry at the very least, if any<br />
equipment was lost to the enemy on a supposed undercover<br />
operation.<br />
The beacon had done its job and the choppers downwash<br />
threw dust and grit into the air.<br />
Tom looked at Jules. He hadn’t even closed his eyes to avoid<br />
the debris. He was breathing, but only just and as the medic<br />
jumped onto the ground, Tom was relieved to have some<br />
professional company for his mate.<br />
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Chapter Three<br />
The Medical block was the coolest building in the massive<br />
complex, where everywhere else was dust covered and sweaty,<br />
these halls and rooms were clean and airy. In normal<br />
circumstances, this would have been a good thing, but Tom had no<br />
time to bless his newly found comfort. He was worn out, having<br />
been awake for the last thirty odd hours and worrying about Jules<br />
had only increased the stress, and therefore the fatigue. He was<br />
dog tired, and he was still struggling with his breathing. The<br />
exertions clearly taking more of a toll than seemed normal.<br />
The chopper had taken what seemed like an age to get to the<br />
heli pad outside the medical unit, although it had been less than<br />
twenty minutes to everyone else involved. The rush from the<br />
medivac site into the ER room was a blur, as questions were<br />
shouted at him, no time in between to gather his thoughts or ask<br />
anything himself. They wanted to know the ins and outs of a gnats<br />
arse as far as Tom could tell. He got the obvious ones but there<br />
were some just stupid questions that he struggled to answer, and as<br />
he stumbled over the words they rushed him on, it was like a new<br />
viscous form of interrogation he hadn’t been trained to withstand.<br />
As they disappeared into a brightly lit room, Tom was told to<br />
sit outside and await any further questions. An orderly fetched him<br />
a cup of cheap vending machine coffee, and he sat and tried to<br />
gather himself.<br />
Jules had lost a lot of blood that much he knew. They had<br />
given him an emergency transfusion on the chopper, the blood<br />
group info had been used, thank God, but what else Jules was<br />
facing he couldn’t guess. The wound wasn’t the same as a regular<br />
blast wound. A smallish hole with lots of blood pumping out, and<br />
usually an exit wound, many times the size of the entry, Jules had<br />
no exit wound and the front of his chest was a mess of torn flesh.<br />
Whatever hit him was designed to cause maximum damage, but<br />
was it intended to penetrate? If he felt like guessing, he would have<br />
judged it a shotgun wound, although not all the characteristics<br />
were consistent, but he had heard the AK, and seen it in the Arabs<br />
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hands. He had been firing the fucking thing when he killed him,<br />
there wasn’t anything else that could have done the damage and<br />
not if he was making sense of the evidence he had seen and heard<br />
at the scene of the contact. He would have to get his head around<br />
this stuff pretty soon as they would be grilling him pretty hard<br />
about why the contact had occurred, and why exactly Jules had<br />
opened up on the X rays. Fact was Tom had no idea. No one did,<br />
except Jules, and he was knee deep in his own emergency right<br />
now. Maybe the data off of the listening device would shed some<br />
light on it, if not, he was fucked if he couldn’t explain any of it.<br />
The cool air was making Tom sneeze, air conditioning didn’t<br />
suit everyone and his fatigue was starting to slow everything down.<br />
He felt drowsy and dirty and his eyes seemed to have a desert’s<br />
worth of sand under the eyelids, he was wheezing a little but<br />
couldn’t worry about any of this right now.<br />
A nurse walked by and into the room, and seconds later a few<br />
others came out, all in the same green scrubs, no sign of who was<br />
senior or in charge. To Tom’s sensibilities this was fucked up, you<br />
always had to be able to identify your commander. He saw<br />
everything in terms of military life, and as this was an Army<br />
hospital, he thought the same rules should apply. As the big double<br />
doors were opened a crack to let someone else out, he looked into<br />
the room hoping for some idea of how things were going inside. It<br />
was when he realized that the room was emptying of staff, that he<br />
became worried. He tried to get someone’s attention but they all<br />
walked on by, weary expressions on their faces, it had been a good<br />
four hours since they had started on Jules, so it was understandable<br />
they would be drained by the intensity of their work.<br />
Tom could sympathise, but he wanted to know what was<br />
going on. He knew he must have looked like shit, but he wasn’t in<br />
the mood to be treated like it. He stood up and put himself in front<br />
of one of the green-garbed men, obstructing his path.<br />
“Listen mate, what’s going on, how is he? I’m his oppo, I<br />
brought him in, I'm like family, and you can tell me.”<br />
The doctor, a tall handsome Australian surgeon, seemed<br />
annoyed to be accosted in this way but bit his lip as he replied,<br />
“We did everything we could for him, he’s still alive but he’s not<br />
expected to pull through, I’m sorry.”<br />
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He paused to allow Tom to process his words and then said,<br />
“They have taken him through to ICU where they’ll make him<br />
comfortable for now, if you wait five minutes, one of the nurses<br />
will take you round to him. I’m sorry, but I have to go, we’ve got<br />
another couple of lads from an IED on the way in.”<br />
He pushed past Tom, who was stunned by his words.<br />
“Not likely to pull through, was that the same as dead, or was<br />
there an outside chance for him? If he was dying he would have<br />
said as much, surely,” Tom thought aloud.<br />
He sat back down heavily into the moulded plastic chair.<br />
Jules couldn’t be dying, that was preposterous, he was the most<br />
alive bloke Tom knew.<br />
“He had been through absolute hell and come out unscathed<br />
time and time again, there was no way he could be on the way out,<br />
a mistake, that’s what it was, they hadn’t reckoned on Jules’s<br />
survival instincts, that’s all. Easy mistake to make, no, he would go<br />
round to see him in a minute or so and he’d probably be sitting up<br />
with that big white grin of his,” Tom thought.<br />
Tom had met Jules years before he had joined the regiment, at<br />
an exercise in Germany for the Para’s and Royal Marines. It had<br />
been a complete fuck up, the weather had turned bad and most of<br />
the exercise had to be cancelled, the snow had fallen in drifts and<br />
although they were equipped for anything, men were caught out in<br />
the worst November blizzards in modern history. Tom had<br />
managed to avoid the worst of the storm and was one of the guys<br />
tasked with locating the rest of his squadron.<br />
With him, had been a lanky older guy from the marines, Jules<br />
DeSavery. Jules was mixed race.<br />
His father was a Grenadian, who had left the island life to be a<br />
soldier.<br />
Jules had been born in Germany, on an Army base to his white<br />
mother, a farm girl from Norwich, and spent his early life moving<br />
from base to base around Europe and occasionally spending<br />
summers in Grenada with his grandparents. He had signed on to<br />
the Navy when he was old enough to do so without his mother’s<br />
permission.<br />
Jules’s dad had left them years ago, leaving the service had hit<br />
him hard and he took to the drink, eventually ending up a wino on<br />
the streets of Leeds. He had intended to be a sailor, but while he<br />
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was sitting filling in the forms, a marine recruitment officer sat<br />
next to him and began selling him on life in the marine<br />
commandos. There was a bit of a rivalry amongst the recruiters, so<br />
when the Navy guy came out and saw he had lost out on another<br />
recruit, there was a fair bit of slagging off the green berets to Jules<br />
while he sat and waited for the aptitude test.<br />
Jules had been the ideal candidate for the glory boys of the<br />
Marines. He was tall, slim with pale brown skin, and he was very<br />
handsome. His charming smile could open many doors and when<br />
Tom first met him, he too had just been promoted, to sergeant.<br />
They had worked all night together on the search and rescue,<br />
and in the end everyone agreed this had been a much more useful<br />
experience than the intended exercises. They had enjoyed working<br />
together and enjoyed each other’s company, swapping barrack<br />
room tales and generally bitching as soldiers will always do when<br />
given the chance.<br />
They didn’t meet up again until Jules waltzed into the mess<br />
room at the Lines, just a few weeks after Tom had joined the<br />
regiment. They had become great friends in the intervening years.<br />
Tom spent weekends at Jules’s house, with Ellen and young<br />
Saffron, as well as a few holidays. He loved to be around the<br />
normal life these people seemed to have, they loved each other and<br />
let it show in so many ways, and this had been alien to Tom.<br />
His mother had smothered him and he never felt loved just<br />
mollycoddled and restricted, which would have destroyed her if<br />
she had known. Over the years, Tom had grown to love Jules’s<br />
family as much as they did him, and Jules was like a brother he<br />
never had. He couldn’t have imagined the day when Jules found<br />
out Ellen, up until now a model wife and mother had been<br />
shagging some little wanker who worked at her office.<br />
Jules had been utterly devastated at the time, and Tom spent<br />
many a night sharing a bottle of rum while his mate sobbed and<br />
begged him to find a way to make things better again. They had<br />
discussed finding the bastard but Jules finally succumbed to logic,<br />
he wasn’t the cheat she was.<br />
This had been a year ago, and the subject was still a little raw<br />
for the pair of them, although mainly because Jules seemed to have<br />
forgiven her and moved on. Whereas, Tom was still very angry<br />
with Ellen about it all, in truth, she had smashed his newly found<br />
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family apart and he was as angry for himself as he was for Jules<br />
and Saffy.<br />
His eyes were beginning to droop, when a young man in a<br />
crisp uniform came along the corridor to take Tom to the ICU, the<br />
short walk felt twice as far to Tom. He was bone tired but had to<br />
stay together and with it, to be of any use to Jules. They turned into<br />
another corridor then along past a bank of rooms with service<br />
personnel in differing states of health, some hooked up to<br />
machines, others just lying there with white sheets covering where<br />
their missing legs would have been.<br />
They got to the last door on the left and turned into it. The<br />
lighting was a lot dimmer than in the hall, and a huge lamp<br />
attached to his headboard lighted Jules. There was a bank of<br />
screens to his left and a huge bag of black red blood on a hook to<br />
his right. Tubes seemed to be coming out of every available<br />
orifice; his arms were plumbed in as well for good measure. The<br />
nurse just pointed out the plastic chair near the foot of the bed and<br />
turned without comment. Tom wanted to ask questions but his<br />
fuddled mind couldn’t think of anything sensible. Jules was pale,<br />
which for a man of colour was a neat trick, instead of the creamy<br />
brown caramel his skin was almost oriental in caste, a sickly<br />
yellow that didn’t bode well in Toms mind.<br />
The room was very quiet, none of the rhythmic beeping he had<br />
seen in TV shows. The screens were constantly changing as data<br />
was fed from sensors attached to Jules’s chest and head, but there<br />
was no noise except Jules’s heavy rasping breath. He had tubes up<br />
his nostrils and a pipe in his mouth but otherwise his face was<br />
exposed, he looked peaceful, like he had just dropped off for a<br />
power nap, he was always power napping on ops. Tom would give<br />
him hell for it, but it was all harmless fun, they were Jules’s stress<br />
reliever and he was never so far gone as to be of no use in an<br />
emergency.<br />
“Hello mate, it’s me, “He paused to give Jules a chance to<br />
react, he wasn’t even sure he could if he wanted to but it was polite<br />
to do so. “You’ve gone and fucked up this time ain’t you mate?<br />
They ain’t gonna give you a promotion anytime soon if you can’t<br />
even go on a simple spying mission without getting yourself<br />
fucked up are they?”<br />
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He was smiling as he spoke and didn’t know why, he didn’t<br />
feel like there was anything worth smiling about but he just<br />
assumed you should put on a cheerful face for the patient, it would<br />
make them feel more confident if you could smile about things<br />
still.<br />
“I’ve been thinking about your little mission for me mate, and<br />
I reckon we might need to do a bit of double teaming on this one. I<br />
do good cop, you do bad, and Saffy won’t know what way to turn.<br />
She’ll go running back to mum just to have someone on her side,<br />
what do you reckon mate? Good idea, yeah?”<br />
The machines carried on switching from screen to screen and<br />
nothing else in the room changed, Jules just laid there. His<br />
breathing even but weak, the bag of fluid next to the bed had a<br />
small drip of condensation running along its edge that dripped<br />
slowly onto the sterile floors. Tom felt totally helpless and he<br />
didn’t like it, he was the master of his world, he had trained to do<br />
things most people couldn’t even conceive of, yet here he was<br />
unable to even get his mate to wake up and speak to him. He sat in<br />
the cheap blue chair and settled down for a moment, just a few<br />
seconds of shuteye while he waited for someone to come in and<br />
give him some news.<br />
Three and half hours had passed when Tom woke with a start,<br />
he had been reliving the extraction from the mission. Jules had<br />
been able to talk in his dream, and all he kept speaking about was<br />
Tom getting Saffy and Ellen back together, nothing about the<br />
wound or what had made him react the way he did, just Saffy and<br />
Ellen.<br />
They had managed to get into the chopper but instead of<br />
medics, it had been filled with Taliban, as one of them pulled a pin<br />
on an old fashion pineapple grenade, Tom jumped awake.<br />
There was an older nurse in the room, a typical matronlylooking<br />
lady with a set of the ubiquitous green scrubs on.<br />
“You’re awake then? There’s been a couple of officers<br />
looking for you. The surgeon told us to leave them looking for a<br />
while, as your up, I’ll let them know where you are.”<br />
She flicked the tube of drugs running from the drip; the clear<br />
liquid bubbled for a moment then settled back down.<br />
“How is he? Any change?”<br />
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She turned towards him a practiced smile on her face, her<br />
sympathetic face she called it, “ No son, there’s not likely to be<br />
any change unfortunately, we’re just making him comfortable until<br />
he slips away, it’s hard I know but he won’t be feeling anything.”<br />
Tom gulped, his throat was parched but he had a lump there<br />
and he looked at his feet to hide his emotions.<br />
“Are you saying there’s no chance then? He’s a fighter this<br />
one, if anyone could get through this it’s him. I mean, if there’s<br />
even a tiniest chance he could pull through I wouldn’t bet against<br />
him.”<br />
She shook her head, again with the sympathetic smile, “It’s<br />
not like that, there is simply no chance he could survive the<br />
internal injuries he sustained, let alone the blood loss and possible<br />
brain damage that would have caused.”<br />
She checked the screen one last time and patted Tom on the<br />
shoulder as she walked past him towards the door, “I’ll get<br />
someone to bring you a cuppa before we tell the guys looking for<br />
you where you are.”<br />
“Thanks love,” Tom looked again at his feet.<br />
He had never felt so completely useless in his life, here he was<br />
right there next to his best mate with some of the best people in<br />
their fields right there under the same roof and he was going to die,<br />
just to think of the words brought tears to his eyes. He had lost<br />
mates before, of course, but this was different. Jules had seemed<br />
immortal somehow, whenever the shit hit the fan, he never once<br />
worried about Jules. He was the super soldier the regiment had<br />
built its reputation on.<br />
Tom finally got up out the chair, his back was stiff from sitting<br />
on the uncomfortable plastic and he groaned as he stretched out his<br />
tired muscles. He needed a piss and he had to stretch his legs, Jules<br />
hadn’t so much as blinked since he last looked at him, so he was<br />
confident nothing untoward would happen if he stepped out for a<br />
moment or two. The cuppa hadn’t materialized yet, he was<br />
desperately thirsty, a little hungry, and there was a slightly<br />
nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach.<br />
He wandered out into the hall and stopped a harassed looking<br />
nurse on her way past him to ask where the canteen was. He knew<br />
there would be a head nearby so couldn’t be arsed to try and get<br />
two sets of directions at once. Satisfied he could navigate there<br />
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with the instructions in hand, it still took him five minutes to get<br />
there. The homogenous aspect of the building made working out<br />
where you were difficult, so getting from A to B was nigh on<br />
impossible without decent instructions, and nurses may be adept at<br />
all things physical but giving directions was clearly not their<br />
strongest point.<br />
In the end, his nose gave him the final clue. The enticing<br />
aroma of hot food, a mixture of many differing smells all at once<br />
drew Tom through the last set of double doors into the dining hall.<br />
As expected, two signed doors were just outside that denoted the<br />
male and female toilets. He took a quick pee, and then moved on<br />
into the queue for food. It was just as he had picked up his tray, a<br />
huge American marine was in front of him chatting away loudly<br />
into his mobile phone, that he realized he had no money on him.<br />
Apart from his uniform and dog tags, he was naked, his bergen<br />
had been dumped inside the entrance as they had arrived. The<br />
emphasis on Jules meant he hadn’t really cared at the time, but<br />
now he was standing in a queue for food without any way of<br />
paying for it, and he was fucking starving by now. This had to be<br />
rectified and at once, but how was he going to manage it.<br />
He poked the shoulder of the big guy in front and said, “Mate,<br />
is this a pay restaurant or what, is it like a mess hall cos I'm<br />
barrasic, and I need some grub urgently.”<br />
The yank looked bemused for a moment, and just shook his<br />
head and said, “Sorry buddy, I didn’t get a word of that, something<br />
about bars or something.”<br />
Tom was just about to try again when he was poked in the<br />
back by a short ginger guy in scrubs, with his freckled face and<br />
shaven head he could have been anything from twelve to twenty<br />
five.<br />
“There’s no charge in here mate, it’s service personnel only,<br />
so it’s a mess hall technically, just take what you need and go back<br />
if you want more, never seen anyone go back for seconds, yet<br />
mind,” he smiled as he spoke.<br />
He had a thick Northern Irish accent that may have been hard<br />
for someone to understand but Toms time in the province stood<br />
him in good stead this once.<br />
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“Cheers pal, I might just break tradition, I’ve been eating<br />
nothing but beans and MRE for a week, and nothing since, I think<br />
it was yesterday morning, what day is it anyway?”<br />
“Saturday, you look like you need a good night’s sleep as<br />
much as grub mate, no offence or anything.”<br />
Tom nodded, he was close to the front now and the smells<br />
were making him salivate. He could see the trays of food as he<br />
managed to look past the substantial girth of the American, the<br />
bright lights illuminated a plethora of meats in sauces with what<br />
seemed to be pasta and rice, and what looked like mashed potatoes<br />
and of course chips.<br />
“I don’t care what it is I’m gonna have a fucking huge pile of<br />
it and something sweet to drink as well,” he thought as the yank<br />
asked if there were any French fries available.<br />
“There’s fucking chips mate” the server barked back.<br />
Suitably informed, the yank pushed his tray along the rail, and<br />
Tom began to direct the server’s spoon to as many things as he<br />
could get onto his plate.<br />
Just as he finished his second bottle of chocolate milk, his<br />
food almost all gone, a pair of officious looking men entered<br />
through a door opposite the one Tom had used. They looked<br />
around for a moment and homed in on Tom. He wondered how<br />
they could have spotted him, but then realized he was still caked in<br />
dust and shit and must have stood out like a sore thumb amongst<br />
the hospital staff and occasional visitor.<br />
“Tom Goulding I presume?” The younger of the two men<br />
spoke first.<br />
Tom stood to attention as he recognized one of the Captains<br />
from 6 troop, the other guy he didn’t know but assumed he was an<br />
officer.<br />
“Yessir, just getting some tucker before going back to<br />
Sergeant DeSavery, sir.”<br />
“Sit lance corporal, you’ve earned a bit of grub I should think<br />
after a week in the fucking mountains, been a fucking tough night<br />
in one way or another I understand?”<br />
They took the seats opposite Tom across the melamine surface<br />
of the canteen table.<br />
“You could say that sir, I’ve definitely had better nights, have<br />
they told you about Jules, I mean Sergeant DeSavery sir?”<br />
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The other older man spoke next, “Yes, very unfortunate stuff,<br />
all part of the game I suppose, but terribly sad nonetheless. I'm<br />
Major Carson by the way, in charge of the Intel side of things for<br />
the Op you guys were on. I have a couple of quick questions for<br />
you lance corporal, if you don’t mind?”<br />
Tom looked at each of the men. They were dressed identically<br />
in black, as if they were about to go on ops in a night-time raid of<br />
some sort. Carson was a typical officer type, average height with<br />
tidy dark hair and the obligatory moustache, neatly clipped of<br />
course. Captain Brooks on the other hand was out of place in the<br />
ranks of commissioned officers. He was especially tall and broad,<br />
to the point that it looked uncomfortable to be that big. He had a<br />
cleanly shaven head and pock marked face, he gleamed in the<br />
artificial light and Tom couldn’t help thinking of his nickname<br />
among the lads, ‘Gollum the Giant’.<br />
“Of course sir, anything I can help with I’m only too happy,<br />
problem is I don’t really know what happened at all. Jules came<br />
out of the cave and told me to scarper. He didn’t follow me back to<br />
our LUP, so I gathered my gear and retraced my steps, that’s when<br />
things went noisy and the next thing I knew, I was putting down<br />
some Arab and Jules was already down. I didn’t see him get hit<br />
and I certainly don’t know what got him so excited in the first<br />
place, he never said a word sir.”<br />
Both men looked at each other; this wasn’t what they’d<br />
wanted to hear, clearly.<br />
“Well, do you at least know how many x rays there were in<br />
the cave? Was there any listening devices in place we might be<br />
able to get data from? Anything like that?” the tone wasn’t as<br />
pleasant as they had been at the start, but it was clear they were<br />
frustrated by Toms ignorance of the facts.<br />
“Yeah, we had a listening device with a recorder, Jules was<br />
using it as he was closer to the back of the cave, they were<br />
speaking Arabic and I’m a Pashtu speaker, sods law I guess. So he<br />
took the lead role, I was just eyes on, checking we weren’t<br />
disturbed by a visitor from one of the other caves. Sir, as for how<br />
many, I think I counted six in total, three from the pickup truck and<br />
three we had been watching all week. That left a few unaccounted<br />
for, but they weren’t in the cave we were listening in on for sure<br />
sir.”<br />
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Carson nodded, “so three were definitely from our bogey<br />
vehicle, we were right to think something was a foot with those<br />
guys, remind me to commend Jonesy for the good call, captain,<br />
when we get back.”<br />
Brooks nodded and pulled out a folder he had been carrying.<br />
He opened it up and removed some photos, putting them down in<br />
front of Tom, who was pushing his plates out of the way to make<br />
space.<br />
Each one was a grainy shot, clearly taken from a distance, in<br />
black and white with three different men, all wearing traditional<br />
Afghan dress and heavily bearded in the Islamic style.<br />
“Any of these your visitors from Kandahar? We think we may<br />
have been very lucky with this one, at least from an operational<br />
point of view, not discounting Sergeant DeSavery’s condition of<br />
course.”<br />
Tom picked the photos up to get a better look, his eyes felt<br />
terrible, as if he had rubbed sand into them all night, so he found it<br />
hard to focus very well. This and the poor quality made it hard to<br />
identify any of the men positively.<br />
“It’s possible, sir, we were quite a way back when we spotted<br />
them going into the cave, they certainly could be, but if you’ll<br />
pardon the implication sir, they all look the fucking same to me,<br />
big beards and head scarves, sorry I can’t be any more help, sir.”<br />
Carson tutted and shook his head, “ I know what you’re saying<br />
Goulding, but it’s very important we identify these men, if it was<br />
them your mate sprung in on, then this could be big news for the<br />
allies. These men are top-level Al-Qaida and proof we have taken<br />
them out would be a huge coup, not just for the regiment but the<br />
war effort in general. I suppose we will have to send in a team to<br />
recce the scene but the chances of finding them are almost nil, but<br />
there may be some DNA or something we can use. Any idea where<br />
the listening equipment is right now?”<br />
Tom shook his head, “Sorry sir, if it was on Jules, then it’s<br />
probably in his trauma bag. If not it’ll be lying around the cave I<br />
expect. It wasn’t a priority at the time, I just wanted to get him to<br />
the chopper as soon as I could, I did retrieve his kit and weapon<br />
though, sir, so no worries on that front.”<br />
Brooks looked thoroughly pissed off by that.<br />
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“I wouldn’t worry about some random soldiers kit Lance<br />
Corporal. That listening device is the most vital thing right now, it<br />
could hold the key to all of this, it would have been a higher<br />
priority than you imagined. I’d have thought you as a professional<br />
would have understood that at the time, to say I’m disappointed<br />
isn’t putting it in anywhere harsh enough terms.”<br />
Tom flushed red at the insinuation, “Sorry, sir.”<br />
He was fighting to control his temper and not raise his voice,<br />
“I have always been lead to believe that our comrades are our<br />
priority. I get that this is a major pain for your guys, but I fail to<br />
see how I was supposed to have been expected go looking for<br />
some piece of cheap as shit equipment, when my oppos life is on<br />
the line.”<br />
Carson raised a placatory hand, as he looked at Brooks.<br />
“I’m sorry Goulding. I can see this is a bad time for us to have<br />
this chat, but I think you need to realise this isn’t about two<br />
soldiers in an anonymous mountain village anymore, it’s a much<br />
bigger deal than that. What Capt. Brooks is trying to convey is our<br />
disappointment that the Intel wasn’t extricated along with your<br />
injured friend, this is hard for us too, we put you guys out there at<br />
risk and we don’t take any casualty lightly, especially not someone<br />
as highly rated as DeSavery.”<br />
Brooks nodded along as he spoke and Tom could feel the<br />
hours of fatigue building up within him. He couldn’t give a shit<br />
about the apparent loss of some Intel, his best mate was all but<br />
dead and he just wanted to be there at the end then go and sleep for<br />
a month.<br />
“I’m sorry, sirs, I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just I haven’t<br />
had a proper kip for days, Jules is not just another trooper, he’s my<br />
best mate and if I could help, I would, honestly, but right now I<br />
don’t have anything of use for you. If you leave the pics, I’ll have a<br />
better look after I’ve had a rest. I might be able to confirm them<br />
then, it’s the best I can do right now sir, sorry, sirs.”<br />
The two officers shared a knowing look; Carson spoke as they<br />
rose from their seats, leaving the three pics behind.<br />
“You have nothing to apologize for young man. We<br />
understand the pressures you’re under, we do, so just take your<br />
time, look at the photos and get back to us. We’ll need to do a full<br />
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debrief, anyway. In the meantime check DeSavery’s kit and gear<br />
for the device and let us know if you find anything.”<br />
They plodded out of the canteen without looking back,<br />
seemingly locked in discussion as they went. Tom lifted his arms<br />
above his head to stretch out and sighed. This was turning out to be<br />
a truly shit day.<br />
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Chapter Four<br />
Jules DeSavery died in the early hours of Sunday morning.<br />
Tom was at his side and a couple of guys not on ops had come in<br />
to the room as well. They stood around chatting about the same old<br />
shit, trying to include Jules in their chats. Asking if he remembered<br />
this or that event, some crazy scrape they had gotten out of before,<br />
or when so and so had fucked up, and they had been required to<br />
cover for them.<br />
When he did pass, they pulled out a few cans of lager and<br />
toasted him there and then. Tom shed a few sneaky tears and the<br />
other guys pretended not to notice, there wasn’t the big macho<br />
thing within the regiment as there was in other units, but it was still<br />
a private moment for a man to lose such a close friend, especially<br />
after such a hard effort to save his life.<br />
Once the formalities were dealt with, the recording device was<br />
nowhere to be seen, they drove Tom back through the Afghan<br />
night to their operational base. He said very little on the drive, he<br />
slept for a while but he kept replaying his dream, each time<br />
something different woke him but it was always the same theme,<br />
failure.<br />
The next few days had been spent on debrief and arranging for<br />
Jules’s stuff to be packed up and sent home, Tom was gutted to<br />
learn his stuff would be sent to Ellen. As they hadn’t divorced, and<br />
he hadn’t changed any of his next of kin information, she was still<br />
technically his closest relative.<br />
Tom had tried to get in touch with Saffy on the mobile number<br />
he had for her but it said that it was out of use, this was typical of<br />
her generation, a new contract every year to get the latest bells and<br />
whistles mobile. With it came a new number, and they seldom told<br />
everyone they should of the changeover. He wasn’t too pleased but<br />
not unduly concerned, he just wanted her to know he’d been there<br />
at the end and although he couldn’t give her any real detail, he<br />
wouldn’t have been able to explain the reasons he’d died, he<br />
thought she’d like to know what he did know.<br />
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He didn’t have anything to base this assumption on, but none<br />
the less he was intending to speak to her.<br />
The special team had combed the cave where it had all gone<br />
down. They no longer worried about alerting the rest of the<br />
villagers of their interest in the now deceased inhabitants of the<br />
cave. Those who hadn’t been involved in the incident appeared to<br />
have upped sticks and gone elsewhere, taking with them anything<br />
of real interest from the scene. There was no sign of the data<br />
recorder, although they found some pieces of smashed electronics,<br />
which suggested that the equipment had been hit when Jules was<br />
shot. The guns had been taken, along with the bodies, but there<br />
was plenty of DNA evidence lying around. Blood splatter, hair and<br />
the contents of bowels that had been released in their death throes.<br />
As they didn’t have much in the way of evidence that the dead<br />
Arabs had been the three they had suspected, Tom assumed they<br />
would have just left it as it was, but the yanks had released details<br />
of the “confirmed kill” of the likely suspects. As usual, no mention<br />
of the regiments work, just an allied operation that had resulted in<br />
the deaths of three major players. It was always the same with the<br />
Yanks, if they had carried it out it was an American operation, but<br />
if they weren’t involved on the ground, it was them and their allies.<br />
Tom couldn’t have given a shit who claimed responsibility, they<br />
were dead, tough shit, and all he cared about was losing Jules.<br />
No one could explain why he reacted the way he did, what<br />
could have been going on that had made him break operational<br />
rules, and then instead of just bugging out, go back, without a<br />
proper assault weapon and take on six terrorists. It made no sense,<br />
and none of the theories bandied about made much sense,<br />
The guys talked about this stuff all the time, what if this<br />
happened, or that, but it was barrack room bullshit and none of<br />
them could really have any decent idea of the events. Tom was<br />
there and didn’t have the foggiest.<br />
He encountered Carson and Brooks again, but it was clear they<br />
didn’t have anything to say to him. He had fucked up in their eyes,<br />
so they just sat in on the debrief, asked a couple of inane questions<br />
about operational stuff but nothing too deep.<br />
Tom was at a loss as to the reasons things went the way they<br />
did. He did a thorough break down on the X ray he’d personally<br />
finished off, this was now the norm, gone were the days when you<br />
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shot the enemy and moved on. Now, there had to be an enquiry,<br />
fair enough it was just a procedural thing, but in the circumstances<br />
it was just a pain in the arse.<br />
As the other guys came back from their own ops, they all<br />
heard the news. There was plenty of shoulder patting going on,<br />
they all got on with Jules, some had served in the marines with him<br />
and they all took it badly, but it was part of the life they led and<br />
things soon went back to the bantering and mildly racist abuse they<br />
subjected each other to.<br />
It was towards the end of the Sunday morning that Tom began<br />
to feel a bit sick, nothing was coming up but he had the same<br />
nauseous feeling he’d had at the hospital. He’d assumed it had<br />
been stress and hunger that had caused it then, but now he wasn’t<br />
so sure. It continued for a few more days before he took any real<br />
notice. He had been shot, hit by bricks and thrown from a moving<br />
vehicle without any big drama, he wasn’t going to let a bit of<br />
queasiness get him down.<br />
By the following Wednesday, he was aware of a few other<br />
things that alone wouldn’t have meant anything. His appetite was<br />
gone, he put this down to the nausea but he wasn’t drinking as<br />
often as he should either, he had a bit of wheeziness when he woke<br />
in the morning that was taking longer and longer to subside and he<br />
generally felt weak and shitty. He had always been very fit,<br />
possibly a bit obsessive about it in the past, so he wasn’t used to<br />
the feeling this malaise had caused. The base had a medical officer,<br />
but what was he supposed to say? “I’m a bit sick and not up to<br />
much.”<br />
Man flu in other words, at least in Toms mind anyway. So he<br />
didn’t bother and carried on with the rigmarole of daily life,<br />
weapons training, daily meetings and poor food and little else to do<br />
other than lie in his hammock and read some outrageously bad<br />
action thrillers.<br />
By the Saturday, a week after the incident he was looking pale<br />
and sweaty, he had that shiny gleam of the unwell, although being<br />
in a desert this wasn’t picked up as anything unusual. He had been<br />
quiet, quieter than usual, but again he had just lost a dear friend.<br />
What would you expect in the circumstance?, In short, no one was<br />
paying any attention to his slow descent physically, and he wasn’t<br />
about to tell anyone how he was feeling, it was just not his way. It<br />
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was coming up to noon and they had been over to the main part of<br />
the base, where the Americans had set up a McDonalds, Starbucks<br />
and the like.<br />
The grocery store sold everything they could imagine and the<br />
lads went a couple of times a week to stock up on the kind of crap<br />
they all should have been avoiding, if they wanted to keep their<br />
fitness levels up.<br />
Tom was driving, as some of the lads had been on the beer the<br />
night before, and he had a stinking headache that bright sunlight<br />
only exacerbated, even through his Bausch and Lomb’s. They<br />
pulled up outside the wooden shack that served as a base and Tom<br />
threw the keys of the jeep to a waiting colleague who had been<br />
asked to take some gear over to the main base. As he turned away,<br />
he lost his footing and fell heavily onto the deck, he had no time to<br />
put out his hands and fell with a heavy head onto the hard packed<br />
dirt, grazing his forehead and cheek in the process.<br />
The two other lads laughed at first, it was just a comical slip to<br />
them but when he struggled to get up and couldn’t co-ordinate his<br />
arms and legs they rushed over to help him up. They at first<br />
thought he had concussed himself in the fall and helped him into<br />
the shade one of them went to grab something cold to put onto the<br />
swollen area on his forehead. He was conscious but not coherent<br />
and they began to worry he had done some real damage in the fall.<br />
A senior officer came out, assuming he had been on the beer the<br />
night before and was just suffering a bit; he wasn’t very<br />
sympathetic until he looked into Toms eyes and saw their<br />
glassiness. He was out on his feet, awake but barely able to make<br />
any sense, this didn’t seem like a simple head wound and he got<br />
the communications officer to raise a medical team to have a good<br />
look at him.<br />
While they were waiting, some of the other lads on their way<br />
into the mess for some lunch, stopped to see what the score was,<br />
they weren’t too worried and made jokes with each other, called<br />
Tom a few choice names and generally tried to make light of<br />
things. It was the way of things in the military, they meant no<br />
harm, and if they knew the full circumstances, they wouldn’t have<br />
been any different most likely. Tom was only vaguely aware of<br />
any of this at the time. He could hear voices and make out<br />
indistinct shapes in his field of vision but he couldn’t speak<br />
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properly to ask what was happening, he was panicking, thinking he<br />
was drugged or poisoned but that made no sense, he was in the<br />
base, as safe a place as you could get in a war zone, and the area<br />
they were shacked up in was off limits to everyone else. No one<br />
could have got to him, even if they had by some strange quirk of<br />
fate wanted to, his body was shutting down, the heat, although he<br />
was shaded was still ridiculously high and he was pouring with<br />
sweat. He had no fluids to replace those seeping out of him, and he<br />
could feel his throat as a separate part of him, like a blazing hot<br />
tube had been rammed down it. Breathing felt as if there was<br />
someone pouring lava into his lungs. He wanted to speak, tell those<br />
around him, whoever they were that he was dying. That he knew<br />
he was poisoned and they should be finding some antidote as soon<br />
as they could. His last thought, was they had managed to get to<br />
him in the base, that no one was safe. As he slipped into<br />
unconsciousness, he was wondering who “they” were.<br />
It was late on the Sunday evening, when he finally woke up.<br />
He was attached to a drip through his wrist and he had a mask over<br />
his face. He was disoriented, and couldn’t remember where he had<br />
been the last time he was awake. He was aware he was in a<br />
hospital room. Only a week ago he had been in one just like it with<br />
Jules but why and where was a mystery to him. He moved his head<br />
to the side to get a better view around him. There was just a single<br />
screen this time, with a few coloured lines moving up and down,<br />
nothing like the bank of screens that had been in Jules room.<br />
He wasn’t dying then, he thought, but what had happened?<br />
When had he ended up here? Had he been in a contact or an IED<br />
incident? Had he been injured? He felt soreness on his face, his<br />
forehead had been patched up, his head ached, but he didn’t feel<br />
hurt anywhere else. Surely, if he’d been hurt he would have felt the<br />
pain. As he tried to make some sense of what small amount of<br />
information he did have, a nurse popped in through the door<br />
opposite where he lay.<br />
“Oh, you’ve woken up, great I’ll just get a doctor, be a second<br />
Hun ok?”<br />
Before Tom could say a word, she had turned and left. As the<br />
door slowly closed, he could hear faint sounds of the corridor<br />
beyond, some talking and a squeaky trolley wheel, nothing to tell<br />
him anything he could make sense of.<br />
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A few minutes lapsed, and then the nurse returned with<br />
another lady, donned in greens scrubs. She looked to be in her<br />
early thirties, although her hair was pulled so tightly into a blonde<br />
ponytail it would have been hard to be certain. She was attractive<br />
in a horsey kind of way and her small rimless spectacles gave her a<br />
look of implied intelligence.<br />
“Ah Mr. Goulding, you’re back with us, great to meet you at<br />
last. I’m Dr. Susan Grey; have you any idea where you are?”<br />
Tom looked around himself, and shook his head.<br />
“In hospital, that’s it” he croaked weakly.<br />
“Well yes, you’re in Kandahar at the Army medical Centre,<br />
you passed out on Saturday lunch time, at Fob ROB as far as I<br />
know, that make any sense to you?”<br />
He nodded but didn’t speak, his throat was extremely sore and<br />
he didn’t have anything to add.<br />
“Well you were brought here for testing because they couldn’t<br />
work out what had happened. I understand you had a bereavement<br />
last week, and you were quite dehydrated as well, but that<br />
wouldn’t explain everything that you were displaying, medically,<br />
at least. We had to run some tests but we wanted you to be<br />
conscious because they don’t tell us everything in isolation, out of<br />
context if you get my meaning?”<br />
Tom thought he did, but still didn’t get what had happened.<br />
“Are you saying I’m ill, properly like not just a bout of<br />
something, like a flu kind of thing?”<br />
It hurt to speak, but he had to get some kind of idea of what<br />
was happening to him. Dr Grey shook her head as she shined a<br />
small pen light into his eyes, “We’re not saying anything just yet<br />
Tom, you don’t mind if I call you Tom, do you?”<br />
She didn’t wait for an answer as she carried on. “We just don’t<br />
have enough information about you to make an informed<br />
diagnosis; it’s not anything trivial that’s for sure.” She was looking<br />
at his charts as she spoke, “ your blood tests tell us there is<br />
something wrong, so be rest assured you’re not wasting our time<br />
with a case of influenza, we won’t know anything until we do<br />
some tests and x rays, just rest up and let us do our job.”<br />
She turned to the other lady, also in scrubs, “Nurse Jenkins,<br />
can you get him something to drink. I know he’s on fluids, but his<br />
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throat must be like the bottom of a bird’s cage right now, isn’t that<br />
right Tom?”<br />
He nodded his head gently smiling to show his agreement, he<br />
didn’t feel any hunger funnily enough which considering he’d been<br />
a long time without proper grub surprised him.<br />
Over the next two days, he was subjected to all manner of<br />
scans and X rays, he had more blood taken and although he wasn’t<br />
hungry they forced him to eat a watery soup three times a day and<br />
he was still connected to the fluid drip. He got to know a few of the<br />
nurses. There was Gail Jenkins who he met when he first woke up,<br />
and Deanna, an American Black woman who was super friendly<br />
and very positive. They fussed over him for a few minutes then<br />
disappeared for hours. He got no visitors, the lads were all<br />
prepping for the next round of ops he guessed, and he was persona<br />
non grata with the Ruperts as they called the officers, rather<br />
disparagingly.<br />
The lying in bed was boring and even when they wheeled in a<br />
TV for him to watch, it was just old American reruns of the A<br />
Team, Quincy and Magnum PI.<br />
He slept a lot, which wasn’t normal for him, he tried not to<br />
spend any length of time in bed, as he believed you had to use<br />
every moment to its fullest. He was especially wound up on long<br />
ops when lying in the same spot, but that was work, so he could<br />
deal with it and he needed to keep his wits about him on<br />
operations.<br />
When he had been for his final set of scans, an MRI, he was<br />
extremely fed up. He was getting impatient with the constant tests<br />
without any feedback from the medical staff. Dr. Grey had popped<br />
in on him the day before, and she spent a while chatting about<br />
unrelated stuff.<br />
She had been brought up in London not far from Tom’s home.<br />
She was from Dulwich, he was a Brixton boy which although<br />
geographically close, were poles apart on the social spectrum. The<br />
chat was pleasant and a distraction but it left him feeling like she<br />
was just being nice, because she knew something was wrong and<br />
felt sorry for him. She was engaged to a major in the Green<br />
Jackets, so he knew she wasn’t flirting or anything of the sort.<br />
There had to be a reason for her chumminess and he could only<br />
imagine it was sympathy, but what for?<br />
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When he finally got the news, he was thrown completely,<br />
there had been a meeting of medical specialists in his room. Dr<br />
Grey was there and a few high ranking medical people all looking<br />
very serious.<br />
“As you are all aware, Lance Corporal Goulding was brought<br />
in from FOB Rob on Saturday evening, after apparently passing<br />
out at noon the same day. He was assessed by the onsite medic<br />
who wasn’t happy with what was being presented, so he forwarded<br />
him onto us,” she licked her lips, the air conditioning playing<br />
havoc with the moisture in her mouth.<br />
“He was unconscious on arrival, we did immediate blood<br />
works and awaited his return to conscious, the blood works threw<br />
up some questions, and we proceeded to do some follow up tests.<br />
He has had a CT scan, MRI and X rays to the chest, head and<br />
thorax, which I believe you’ve all had access to?”<br />
There was a round of nodding from all gathered. “We are here<br />
to discuss the results, and explain to Mr. Goulding what we believe<br />
is happening, and where we go from here. Dr. Khan, if you would<br />
please start us off.”<br />
Tom hadn’t even tried to remember the names of each<br />
specialist, so was surprised when Dr. Khan turned out not to be the<br />
short Asian looking doctor, but a tall balding white man.<br />
“Well, Lance Corporal, we have looked at the results of our<br />
MRI and the chest X Rays and there appeared to be a shadow on<br />
your lungs, which we needed to look at and having investigated<br />
everything, my colleagues and I believe we have found a tumor of<br />
significant size.”<br />
He paused to let Tom soak this in, looking around at the faces<br />
of the other doctors. Tom hadn’t got anywhere near understanding<br />
this tall well-spoken man. A tumor? That was like cancer, he didn’t<br />
have cancer, he couldn’t, he didn’t smoke or do anything, they<br />
were mistaken.<br />
“I’m sorry, this must come as a shock to you, and I am sure<br />
you will have some questions you need answering, but be rest<br />
assured the Army is going to do everything possible to help you<br />
through this. We have access to some of the finest specialists in the<br />
world and if there is anything to be done, I can assure you it will<br />
be”<br />
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“What do you mean can be done, you mean will be done<br />
surely, sir, there must be something, I mean what’s a tumor doing<br />
in my lungs that can’t be right can it? That’s like cancer isn’t it?”<br />
He was getting flustered as he fought to come to terms with<br />
what was being said.<br />
Dr. Grey leaned forward to reassure him, “Calm down Tom,<br />
Dr. Khan is saying we don’t yet know whether this is as serious as<br />
cancer, it may be benign, we’ll have to do some surgery to find out<br />
what we’re dealing with. Dr. Kapuur here is going to open you up<br />
and do a biopsy on the tumor.”<br />
She indicated the Asian gentleman to Toms left.<br />
“I will be prepping you for surgery later this morning Mr.<br />
Goulding, and I will see what we are truly dealing with. If<br />
possible, I’ll remove any growths as a matter of course and<br />
hopefully that will be that, of course if there is any malignancy,<br />
there may be some follow up therapies, but let’s cross that bridge<br />
when we come to it yes?”<br />
“Quite right, “Khan piped up, “We only know that there is<br />
something there and until we have done a thorough biopsy we<br />
can’t start to make any decisions on follow up treatment,” he<br />
looked around his colleagues as if looking for support for his<br />
words “Again Tom, just be assured that you are in the very best of<br />
hands here, we take your welfare extremely seriously and won’t<br />
leave any stone unturned, as it were, to get you well again.” They<br />
looked at each other again, the two that hadn’t spoken yet just<br />
shrugged, Dr. Khan gestured for them all to leave and Tom was<br />
alone for a moment. He was aware of Dr. Grey talking in hushed<br />
tones outside the door, and then she came back in, a sympathetic<br />
smile on her face.<br />
“Are you okay Tom? I know you’re not, but I mean do you<br />
understand everything? Is there anything I can do to help you<br />
understand what’s going on?”<br />
He was still dumbfounded, but he did have questions,<br />
hundreds of them.<br />
“I’m okay Susan I think. I don’t fully get what they were on<br />
about, but I understand I’m going to have some surgery today,<br />
right?”<br />
She nodded, “ yes probably in about half an hour or so,<br />
someone will be here to give you the pre op meds, then you’ll be<br />
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going under Captain Kapuur’s knife sometime after that” “ “Yeah,<br />
I got that, but why do they need to do a biopsy, I’m not a smoker<br />
why would they think it was cancer? I’ve not got anything else that<br />
says it’s cancer do I? It doesn’t make sense why they think it’s<br />
cancer.”<br />
She sat with him for about twenty minutes trying to explain<br />
the development of cancerous tissue, the link with smoking being<br />
only one small part of the reasons people develop these tumors,<br />
and when she finally left, he had a somewhat better idea of what<br />
was going on, but he still couldn’t imagine how he fitted into this<br />
whole situation. He wasn’t worried at any time, though. He<br />
couldn’t see anything as simple as cancer killing him. He was<br />
SAS; they didn’t get killed in mundane normal ways. It was bullets<br />
and glory, yeah, a few suicides, but nothing as unglamorous as<br />
cancer.<br />
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Chapter Five<br />
It was raining outside, and the dripping of water from the<br />
guttering was winding Saffron up. She lay in her bed, desperate to<br />
sleep, but constantly aware of the tap, tap, tap of the water as it hit<br />
a plastic bin lid beneath the leaking gutters. She needed to get<br />
some sleep, she was exhausted and the longer she went without,<br />
the worse she felt. Not just the physical fatigue, but the mental<br />
sluggishness that could only be beaten with a bit of speed, ah<br />
speed, just saying it made her feel a little bit of buzz. That was the<br />
answer to her ills and she knew it, and she knew where to get it,<br />
then again no, she couldn’t go there, he would tell Vitaly she’d<br />
been there and it wouldn’t take him long to find her then, even here<br />
she felt in danger. She had moved into the refuge a couple of days<br />
ago, she had been referred by a lady at the health centre, Fiona or<br />
something, she tried to remember, she was nice, very sympathetic<br />
and understanding. Even if she knew next to nothing about Saffy<br />
and her problems she pretended she did, and that was what nice<br />
people did, she thought.<br />
When she looked back over the last couple of days she wept.<br />
A week ago things had seemed okay, they were far from it, but<br />
banging out of her head on top quality opiates made things seem<br />
good and Eva was there, alive and well and things were bearable.<br />
Just thinking of Eva brought tears to her eyes and a lump to her<br />
throat. They hadn’t been friends long, four months or so, but they<br />
were close as you could get. Whenever Vitaly or Yuri threw a<br />
wobbler, they had been there for each other, washing away the<br />
blood and putting cooling compress on each other’s lumps and<br />
bruises, they were like sisters and now, she was gone.<br />
Saffron still couldn’t quite believe the year she’d had. It had<br />
started well, a new year’s party with some of her uni mates, then a<br />
new part time job at the fancy coffee shop near campus. It was as if<br />
she had rubbed a fairy and gotten all the luck she needed at once.<br />
There wasn’t a man on the scene, but even that was good, because<br />
she fancied loads of the fit uni guys, and didn’t have to make a<br />
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choice about which one she wanted, she’d had a few of them and<br />
didn’t feel the least bit slutty about it either.<br />
Apart from back home, things were good. There, things were<br />
completely shitty, but she wasn’t there, and out of sight, was out of<br />
mind as far as she was concerned. She’d had to learn to be that<br />
way because of dad’s job. He was a soldier, and that meant months<br />
away from home and constant risk of death. Once, she had to have<br />
some counselling, and the lady had told her that constantly<br />
worrying about him would only make his job harder. He would be<br />
worrying about her, worrying about him, this could lead to<br />
mistakes, and he couldn’t afford to make mistakes in his job. So<br />
she toughened up and let her dad know she had done so. She still<br />
had a niggling little worry at the back of her mind but he didn’t<br />
need to see it and she hoped it made his life a bit easier. If she<br />
could manage to forget her dad was out there somewhere risking<br />
his life, as it happened he was right now. Then, forgetting her bitch<br />
of a mother and her sanctimonious bullshit was a breeze.<br />
She remembered the day she had first met Vitaly. She was<br />
working the tables so Sharon could have a go on the coffee<br />
machine. She was pregnant and couldn’t be walking around the<br />
tables all day, it was her job, but Saffy didn’t mind letting her have<br />
a rest. He had ordered his drink, a double espresso, and sat by the<br />
window looking out onto Tottenham Court Road. He hadn’t waited<br />
for his coffee at the counter, which was what most people did. He<br />
just indicated to Sharon with a nod of his head where he was going<br />
to be, and then walked off. Rude sod, Saffy thought at first,<br />
although to fair on him, most people took one look at Sharon and<br />
immediately disliked her.<br />
She had that white trashy sort of face, all bad teeth, bad hair<br />
and bad attitude, her crappy complexion didn’t add to the allure<br />
any, and her customer service skills left a lot to be desired. When<br />
she thought back, he hadn’t been very alluring himself that day. He<br />
had clearly not been to sleep. His face was an ashen grey and he<br />
smelt of stale tobacco and marijuana smoke. He was wearing a suit<br />
that looked like he’d gotten it from the discount shop on the corner<br />
of Oxford Street, certainly not tailored. When she took him his<br />
little cup of coffee, he grunted in acknowledgement and carried on<br />
looking out the window. He appeared to be engrossed by the<br />
entrance to one of the flats that had front doors next to the shop<br />
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fronts. He drank his coffee in two short gulps and looked at the<br />
counter trying to get Sharon’s attention.<br />
Saffy was just passing him, when he grabbed her sleeve, a bit<br />
roughly for her liking, and spoke, “Can I have another espresso, a<br />
double one and a muffin as well?”<br />
He was heavily accented, eastern European of some sort.<br />
Saffy knew a few Polish girls and a Lithuanian, but couldn’t tell<br />
their accents apart. He sounded like them, and suffered with the<br />
same social problem of no manners as well. She dragged her arm<br />
away from him, giving him a filthy look in the process.<br />
“Yeah, I’ll get that for you, but only if you keep your hands<br />
off of me, we don’t touch people in this country you know.”<br />
He smiled back at her and she saw something in this that made<br />
her smile back, it was involuntary and she tried to stifle it straight<br />
away, but there had been a connection there and he knew it too.<br />
“Sorry, pretty girl, I am tired and need coffee, no offence<br />
meant by me honestly, you get me, yes?”<br />
Saffy nodded her assent and went to fetch his order. They<br />
didn’t speak again, but he left a fiver tip on his tray for her, she’d<br />
remember that one for sure.<br />
How long ago had that been? She couldn’t quite remember<br />
exactly, a year? Less? She was loathe to try and figure it out. They<br />
had met again in the spring she remembered that much, because<br />
the second time she had seen him, he was wearing shorts and tee<br />
shirt.<br />
It had been sunny for all of five minutes, the temperature had<br />
just about hit 15 degrees, and here he was sitting on one of the<br />
outside tables in beach dress. He had already been served when she<br />
came on shift, and it wasn’t until he came in for a refill that they<br />
met again. He smiled once he recognised her and she couldn’t help<br />
but return it, flushing red at her cheeks as she did.<br />
Saffron had a beautiful brown skin tone, light like milky<br />
coffee, one of the benefits of being mixed race. There weren’t any<br />
others she could find to list. At nearly six feet tall she was lithe,<br />
athletic and extremely attractive, she had that air of confidence that<br />
came with natural charm and beauty. She wasn’t at all vain and<br />
there was no hint of arrogance about her, when she blushed it was<br />
plainly obvious and Vitaly picked up on it immediately.<br />
“You’re the beautiful lady who teaches me manner, yes?”<br />
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He had a glint in his eye she found attractive, and she nodded<br />
clumsily, trying to spoon the milk onto a frothy cappuccino in the<br />
process.<br />
“Yeah, I wasn’t being funny, it’s just we get a lot of disrespect<br />
here and I was probably having a bad day, sorry.”<br />
She hadn’t commented on the fact he’d said she was beautiful,<br />
that would have been bad form. He stepped aside to allow the<br />
person behind him to get served, and moved towards the coffee<br />
machine through the gap in the counter, where she was busily<br />
trying to look unflustered by his attentions. He wasn’t a classic<br />
good looker in her mind, he had a plain looking face, high<br />
cheekbones that spoke of some oriental kind of origin. His skin<br />
was a golden colour, possibly tanned, she couldn’t tell. What she<br />
did like, was he was about her height, maybe an inch taller and<br />
although he was dressed for a sweltering summer day that wasn’t<br />
likely to materialise, his threads were all quality gear and she liked<br />
a man who dressed well. He was quite fit as well from where she<br />
was standing, nicely toned arms with nice size muscles, not too<br />
big, just well-cut and he had a slim waist beneath broadish<br />
shoulders. He kept his hair very short, but not too tight to the head,<br />
not a skinhead like Tom, just enough to show its colour which was<br />
a dark brown.<br />
They chatted idly for a few minutes when a huge guy, bigger<br />
than was humanly necessary, turned up and called him from the<br />
doorway. He asked for her number and she wrote it onto one of the<br />
loyalty cards for him. As he got to the door, he spoke to his large<br />
friend and they both looked back at her, the big man nodding in<br />
appreciation as they walked over the road and into the door he had<br />
been watching the first time they had met.<br />
He called her the next day and invited her to a club he claimed<br />
to be a shareholder in. His thick accent made phone conversation<br />
difficult but she managed to get the address, she didn’t for one<br />
minute believe he owned part of a night club, but she was just<br />
happy to be going on a date with someone who wasn’t studying<br />
medicine or law for a change.<br />
He met her at the door and nodded to the two huge bouncers<br />
as he ushered her in. She was wearing a knee length dress that<br />
clung to her, accentuating her slim but well-formed body, he was<br />
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in a different suit, no better than his previous one, but this one at<br />
least didn’t stink.<br />
She was suitably impressed on first impressions and the night<br />
had been excellent from then onward. He did indeed seem to be<br />
someone of importance in the bar, which was one of those trance<br />
music clubs where people seemed to sway madly, to weird euro<br />
beat music. It wasn’t to her taste but she enjoyed it all the same.<br />
There were many very beautiful women walking around in very<br />
revealing outfits, but Vitaly paid them no notice at all, he was<br />
attentive and courteous and she gushed about him to her flatmates<br />
the next day.<br />
They met up regularly after this, either going to his club or a<br />
restaurant where he knew the owner. He was from Russia, but his<br />
parents were from Tajikistan. He had been orphaned quite young<br />
and grew up in boys homes. He had made a living for himself<br />
despite his hard start in life and she felt this made her like him<br />
even more. The only strange element of the relationship was he<br />
always took her home early, not silly early, but by London<br />
standards, midnight or so. Also, he kissed her now and then, but<br />
didn’t get fresh at all. The fact he was always dropping her off<br />
didn’t help the situation, no opportunity for intimacy came up and<br />
she was left feeling he didn’t really fancy her that way by the third<br />
week. If only she had used her nous back then, she could have<br />
saved herself and Eva so much heartache, but he was just so<br />
charming and considerate and she couldn’t have known, could she?<br />
The problems started one night at the club, Bar Ruskie. He had<br />
told her to make herself especially gorgeous that night as he had<br />
some special friends coming over he wanted to impress. She was<br />
thrilled; he must have liked her if he was showing her off to<br />
friends. Her doubts about the lack of intimacy were temporarily<br />
put on the back burner. She went out and blew her whole weeks<br />
wages on a dress from a boutique just off Covent Garden, way<br />
more than she should have been spending but it was worth it for<br />
Vitaly. Now that she thought about it, there were indications that<br />
things were going wrong very early in the night. He had been his<br />
usual charming self when he met her in the lobby, he looked her up<br />
and down admiringly and she felt a shiver of pleasure under his<br />
gaze, he liked it, it had been worth the money regardless of missing<br />
out on this week’s rent. He took her through the bar to the VIP area<br />
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they always sat in. There was an ice bucket with a bottle of<br />
champagne beside their regular table and three men were sat there<br />
with a glass each of the bubbly stuff.<br />
They all stood as she approached, it was a little uncomfortable<br />
the way they leered at her, Vitaly didn’t seem to be bothered by<br />
this and they all gently shook her hand as they were introduced.<br />
Their names were unpronounceable Russian ones, and they seemed<br />
to have no English between them. As the night wore on, the three<br />
men spoke in each other’s ears and leant over to speak to Vitaly.<br />
One of them, a grossly fat man whose chin wasn’t discernible from<br />
his chest, stared at Saffy, licking his lips lasciviously every now<br />
and then. His suit was definitely more expensive than the type<br />
Vitaly wore and he rolled huge bundles of notes from his pocket<br />
every now and then to tip the very pretty waitress who was serving<br />
them copious amounts of champagne. If he was obvious with his<br />
attentions, the scariest one was his exact opposite, a short skinny<br />
little man with a shiny baldhead and ears that would have been the<br />
butt of endless jokes in an English school playground. He had<br />
beady eyes that were always moving, he watched every woman<br />
walk past, eyed the waitress up incessantly and when he thought<br />
she wasn’t looking stared at Saffron. His apparent wealth<br />
obviously gave him the opinion he could do as he pleased, as he<br />
tapped the waitress on her arse as she left the table, she almost<br />
reacted but looked at Vitaly who merely gave a small nod and she<br />
walked off, fuming. He was creepy and Saffron was struggling to<br />
see how these men were related in anyway, to her Vitaly, apart<br />
from the fact they were all Russian, there didn’t seem to be<br />
anything tying them together.<br />
Vitaly explained that the three of them were Oil magnates, on<br />
a visit to London to help negotiate a new pipeline through one of<br />
the former soviet republics. The third man, who she remembered<br />
was called Olgenkov was also a fat man, not as much as his<br />
comrade, but he was taller and carried it better. He hadn’t paid her<br />
any attention at all since the initial introductions and he was her<br />
favourite of the three, He was apparently one of Russia’s richest<br />
men and a keen football fan. He had heard that a Premiership club<br />
was up for sale and wanted Vitaly to find out how much he would<br />
have to pay. Russians loved the English football, especially since<br />
one of their compatriots had bought Chelsea and made them so<br />
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successful. She failed to see what help Vitaly could be in this, he<br />
was a part owner of a club and a bit of an entrepreneur, but that<br />
didn’t qualify him to negotiate deals worth tens of millions did it.<br />
The night was feeling different to others they had spent<br />
together. For a start, there was no attempt to take Saffy home, he<br />
was quite happily plying her with champagne and laughing<br />
raucously with his friends. She was getting quite drunk in the end<br />
and wanted to switch to mineral water, but Vitaly was adamant she<br />
have a good drink.<br />
“This drink is best money can buy,” he said, waving his hand<br />
to indicate the label on the large bottle he was currently pouring<br />
into the flutes laid out before him.<br />
It was getting late by Saffy’s reckoning and the Russians were<br />
getting fidgety. There was something up and she couldn’t work out<br />
what, had they had enough as well and wanted to leave? What she<br />
knew about Russians was all about how they loved to drink, maybe<br />
they were worried about looking like lightweights in each other<br />
eyes or something. Vitaly came back from a trip to the bar, he was<br />
still working after all, he had an orange drink in his hand, he gave<br />
it to Saffy with a wink, he whispered into her ear, “ For you, make<br />
you good and strong for tonight yes?”<br />
She blushed and took the drink, it was just orange juice as far<br />
as she could tell, although there was a bitter aftertaste that she<br />
couldn’t identify, she was chuffed Vitaly had thought about her<br />
wellbeing, orange juice would help her get over any hang over the<br />
champagne may leave her with. Her recollection of the next part of<br />
the evening was still hazy after all this time and she was quite glad<br />
of this now.<br />
To the best of her knowledge, they left the club and got into a<br />
taxi that took them to a hotel on Park Lane, she knew this because<br />
it was where she woke the next day. There had been the three<br />
Russians and Vitaly, and possibly Yuri the freakishly large man<br />
she had seen in the coffee shop, he seemed always to be there<br />
when Vitaly was up to something. She shuddered to think of what<br />
happened next.<br />
Vitaly had taken great pleasure in revealing the details to her<br />
the next day.<br />
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The oil magnates had taken her up to a suite Vitaly had<br />
provided for them and proceeded to, as Vitaly put it “ Fuck you<br />
like they life depend on it.”<br />
He had laughed, as he spoke she had screamed. She was aware<br />
of an ache in her groin, she was getting some bloody discharge and<br />
didn’t want to imagine what had happened. She vainly hoped that<br />
she had slept with Vitaly and just forgotten in her drunken state.<br />
The truth was indescribably terrible. They had all used her, in her<br />
pliant state she had engaged in heinous acts that she shivered to<br />
remember. Her body had been utterly violated by these perverted<br />
pigs, and all the while, Vitaly had watched, and horror of horrors<br />
filmed some of it. He had laughed as she cried into her hands, she<br />
hadn’t ever noticed before, but he had a sick-teasing laugh, he<br />
obviously revelled in her disgust and she couldn’t bear to look at<br />
him. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them to her,<br />
she rocked gently as she cried, how could this have happened?<br />
She wasn’t some naïve country bumpkin, she had been<br />
brought up to be street smart. Dad and Tom had drilled it into her<br />
the need to be aware of your surroundings, to be suspicious of<br />
anything and everyone until you knew they were okay. She used to<br />
make fun of their over protective speeches, but now she was here,<br />
in real trouble and they would be furious with her, no, disgusted<br />
more likely. She had allowed this to happen to her and they would<br />
both be so disappointed with her, which was almost as unbearable<br />
as thinking of what had actually happened.<br />
As she tried to compose herself, Vitaly got on his mobile and<br />
started to gob off in Russian. He was laughing and gesticulating as<br />
he spoke, he turned every now and then to see what Saffy was up<br />
to, but she was just sitting there in the foetal position. He smiled to<br />
himself as he turned away. Just as she thought things couldn’t get<br />
any worse, Yuri came in with a compact disc, he shook his head as<br />
he smiled at Saffy tutting, and waving the disc at her, he laughed<br />
and handed it to Vitaly. They were speaking Russian, but she could<br />
tell they were both quite pleased with themselves.<br />
Vitaly put the disc into a DVD player and sat back on the<br />
hotels luxurious sofa. He had a remote control and once the disc<br />
had loaded up, he pressed play. There were some scenes of the<br />
men walking into the room, Saffy watched herself stumble in and<br />
laugh out loud to herself as they took of their coats and poured<br />
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some drinks from the bar, no mini bar in these luxury suites. He<br />
forwarded through the preliminaries and only slowed it when it<br />
was apparent the action had started.<br />
Saffy was sitting on the edge of a huge bed swaying to some<br />
unheard music, the sound was down on the TV as Vitaly didn’t<br />
want his comrades in the next room to know he had recorded the<br />
session. The fatter of the three men walked across the cameras line<br />
of sight and obscured Saffy from view temporarily, when he<br />
stepped to the side she was topless, swaying as she got into the<br />
rhythm of whatever tune was playing. Her nudity hadn’t fazed her<br />
and as skinny man walked over and began massaging her breasts,<br />
she smiled at him and spoke to him, and then he pushed her back<br />
onto the bed and pulled the dress down over her hips, and threw it<br />
onto the floor. Olgenkov then came into the scene, pushing Skinny<br />
aside and pulling her knickers down, roughly with no thought for<br />
her, what followed was etched into her mind forever, all three men<br />
repeatedly raped her.<br />
Vitaly appeared every now and then, looking knowingly into<br />
the hidden camera. She was pushed from one position to another,<br />
seemingly compliant with their every whim. She was put through a<br />
degrading couple of hours at the hands of these sick rich bastards.<br />
One by one, they walked out of the scene and she was left alone<br />
with skinny for a short time. He had pulled out a mobile phone and<br />
was taking shots of her laying spread eagled on the bed, her<br />
usually neatly tied up hair was strewn about and she had passed out<br />
in a most unlikely position. He was laughing to someone off<br />
camera as he did so, even going as far as moving one of her legs to<br />
get a better shot for his collection. She felt as if the whole thing<br />
had happened again. Vitaly knew what sort of torture he was<br />
putting her through and seemed to be enjoying it, he would say<br />
something to Yuri, who would look at her and laugh along. The<br />
disc stopped, and he smiled and nodded theatrically to himself.<br />
This was exactly what he had wanted when he set the camera up,<br />
whatever he had in mind, this was going to plan and he was in a<br />
good mood. Saffy spoke for the first time since he told her what<br />
had been going on.<br />
“Why would you do this to me? How can you even imagine<br />
such a thing, its disgusting Vitaly, I thought you liked me, we had<br />
something special going here.”<br />
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She was distraught and her voice was screechy, “Why?”<br />
“What’s the matter with you, you were loving this yes, watch<br />
the TV, you no complain once all night, you very good girl for<br />
them yes, very friendly.”<br />
Yuri laughed as Saffy looked on incredulous to his words.<br />
“That wasn’t me, it was someone else, I can’t have done that, I<br />
wouldn’t have, never.”<br />
Her words were hollow; she knew the truth but couldn’t<br />
believe it.<br />
“You want to see again? To make sure? I was here baby, it<br />
was you and you love every minute of it, whimper like a puppy for<br />
more, ask Yuri, you see her too, yes?”<br />
Yuri looked at her like she was a piece of shit from his shoe<br />
and nodded, “You want more I think, yes.”<br />
There was a cup of something just in reach and she picked it<br />
up and threw at Yuri. He ducked as it flew over his head, a trail of<br />
brown liquid in its wake, some of which went into his face. His<br />
face reddened and he stepped forward to deliver a stinging slap to<br />
her left cheek. She yelped in surprise and pain, throwing herself<br />
further back into the armchair. She looked to Vitaly for help,<br />
foolishly still thinking he would be there for her.<br />
“Enough Yuri, no more.”<br />
He then spoke very quickly in Russian and Yuri raised his<br />
hand again in threat and sat back down.<br />
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Chapter Six<br />
Where was she? That was his first thought whenever he woke<br />
from one of his drug induced sleeps. She had done the unthinkable,<br />
and now he had to get her back, back in front of the other girls,<br />
then he would punish her, beat her and get Yuri to do some of his<br />
specialist work on her. She would be seen for what she was, a<br />
stupid bitch who couldn’t ever expect to leave Vitaly behind, not<br />
her, not anyone could do this, he would ensure they all knew that.<br />
His throat was dry and his pillow stank, he had to get up off this<br />
bed, he needed some water and a shower to get the stink of this<br />
fetid room off of him. As he carefully lifted his head, it throbbed in<br />
defiance, his world was all wobbly and he thought he might throw<br />
up if he didn’t get something to drink. His hands hurt as he exerted<br />
them against the thin mattress, the knuckles were sore and he<br />
pushed against the pain until he was sitting on the edge of the<br />
single bed, it was an old Army surplus bunk, cheap and hard, but<br />
fit for these dirty whores. He didn’t usually end up sleeping in one,<br />
so cared little for the lack of quality, until now. His back arched as<br />
he tried to stretch out the little niggles of sleeping on such a thin<br />
piece of crap, his head still ached and the need for some moisture<br />
was all-consuming.<br />
He looked at the foot of the bed. The bloody piece of beaten<br />
human flesh hadn’t moved in the hours he had slept. She had been<br />
beautiful, this girl, he thought, like her, that negro bitch, but not<br />
anymore, now she was a mess, pulped up features and broken<br />
teeth, just like she would be once he got his hands on her, no one<br />
would ever think she was beautiful again, not even her black<br />
bastard of a father.<br />
What was he again, a soldier, who was still a soldier at that<br />
age, he just didn’t want to be at home with his family is all that is.<br />
He managed to stumble past the prostrate girl into the hall, the<br />
kitchen was opposite and he filled a used glass with tap water, it<br />
was cloudy and warm but he gulped it down, he gulped in air as he<br />
drank and let out a painful burp. He looked around smiled. He was<br />
still amused by the silly things like burping and farting aloud. He<br />
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drank another glass, this time a little cooler as the tap had been<br />
running a little while but the milky colour was still there, was this<br />
some kind of poison the government put into the tap water in this<br />
shitty country? He shook his head, but drank it all anyway.<br />
He wandered back to the room where his watch and stuff were<br />
still on the small table beside the bed, there was a small religious<br />
icon next to his stuff, the stupid bitches all had these things. How<br />
could they believe there was a God when they had to endure hell<br />
every day? He stepped over the body, not bothering to check if she<br />
still lived, he couldn’t have given a shit to be honest, Yuri would<br />
sort it regardless. He had learned not to care from a young age and<br />
death was just a side effect of the life he led, never his death<br />
though, he laughed to himself.<br />
His watch back on, wallet in his pocket and the mobile phone<br />
switched off silent, he gave the poor girl a kick as he walked by<br />
her.<br />
“Get up, you fucking useless whore, why make the place so<br />
messy?” he laughed again, aloud this time, not caring if he<br />
disturbed the other girls who bunked down in the shitty flat behind<br />
the club.<br />
The air was cold in the street, and he was surprised, he was<br />
obviously spending too much money on heating that place. He’d<br />
get Yuri to sort that, it wasn’t he didn’t have the money, he just<br />
didn’t want to waste it on those retched bitches, better he buy a<br />
new gadget than waste it on them.<br />
There was very little traffic on the streets and even fewer<br />
people. Sunday morning was always like this, it would soon start<br />
to get busy. The workers would be coming in for the ten o’clock<br />
start, then the tourists and shoppers, clambering over each other to<br />
spend money on useless shit. I heart London Tee shirts and<br />
sweaters, toy red buses and black taxis, it was all shit and had<br />
nothing to do with the reality, the shitty smelling streets with<br />
muggers on every corner, the blacks and Pakis with their stinking<br />
food, the Arabs and their disgusting desires. This was London to<br />
him, and he loved that side of it, he could profit from these things<br />
not from red buses and black taxis. He walked back up the main<br />
drag towards Piccadilly Circus, he wanted to check in on Yuri,<br />
make sure he was getting things done. The search had been going<br />
on for over a week and he was sure they weren’t getting how<br />
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important it was she was found. To them, it was just another one of<br />
Vitaly’s girls, but to him she was a rebel, and like all rebels, she<br />
needed to be struck off the face of the earth, an example for those<br />
who would rebel next.<br />
He wasn’t really dressed for a cold morning walk, his suit was<br />
lightweight cotton and his shoes had slippery leather soles. There<br />
was steam rising from his head and his breath clouded in front of<br />
him, he was cold but wouldn’t admit it to himself, that was a<br />
weakness and he learned long ago to deny such things, any<br />
weakness was an opportunity for others to exploit. He remembered<br />
the day he had been taken from his grandmother’s home by the<br />
lady in the dark grey suit, she was a mean looking bitch and first<br />
impressions were correct as far as he was concerned. They had<br />
stopped outside a long building with wooded shuttered windows,<br />
he was told to stay still as she closed the car door.<br />
His sister Afsana was pulled out and forcibly dragged away<br />
into a small door, not the main entrance but some kind of<br />
tradesmen’s entrance. She was kicking and screaming as she<br />
reached back towards him in the car. He tried to get out of the car<br />
but it was locked. He was still trying to work out how to escape<br />
twenty minutes later, when the woman returned alone.<br />
“Where have you taken her, you bitch what’s going on?”<br />
She had just shushed him, not deigning to speak to him, he<br />
was beneath her, a Tajik immigrant child who was spoiling her<br />
working day by existing. Their next stop was outside a huge grey<br />
building, it was just a concrete rectangle with windows added. He<br />
was deposited in an anteroom, while the grey lady went off with a<br />
man in a uniform, not like a soldier or policeman. Something<br />
medical, although it didn’t smell like any hospital Vitaly had heard<br />
of.<br />
The Moscow district home for orphaned boys was its grand<br />
title. Vitaly had its initials in Cyrillic’s stamped onto everything he<br />
wore or slept in and on. It was full to the brim with the dregs of<br />
Russia’s great city, there were a few other Tajiks, but they didn’t<br />
seem to want to make friends anytime soon. A larger number of<br />
Chechens and the rest seemed to be peasant Russian stock. The<br />
staff was all Russian except for a Chechen orderly who was in<br />
charge of the exercise yard, he managed activities like football<br />
matches and hockey in the winter. The bigger boys took serious<br />
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liberties with the younger smaller ones and Vitaly came into both<br />
categories. Add to that his ethnicity; then he had little chance of<br />
ever escaping their attention and in short time, he was under their<br />
respective coshes. He didn’t go down lightly though, he fought<br />
tooth and nail to get away from the viscous bullies and this spirit<br />
endeared him to a number of the larger Chechen boys. They were<br />
immune to the Russians by dint of their size and ferocity, they<br />
liked this little outsider who had decided to change his name from<br />
Vishtasb a traditional Tajik one, to a Russian sounding one, Vitaly,<br />
They allowed him to sit with them for meals and play on their<br />
team in the yard games. As time wore on Vitaly gave up asking<br />
staff for word on his sister, she was in another establishment and<br />
was therefore of no interest to them. He missed her. They had<br />
never been apart, even after the death of their mother, victim of a<br />
drug-addled customer in her brothel, they had managed to get their<br />
grandmother, an evil drunk who hated life in the city and<br />
bemoaned the loss of her homeland every day of her life, to take<br />
them both in. She had been wicked in ways he never knew<br />
possible, beating them, leaving them in summer clothes right up<br />
until the snows came, no blankets for their bed until visitors came<br />
and enquired where they were. Life had seemed hard then, not now<br />
though; he relished those as halcyon days in comparison to the life<br />
he now lived. He grew up fast in the home, the food was awful but<br />
plentiful and he gained weight and height. By the time he was<br />
thirteen, he had outgrown many of the older boys and even some<br />
staff, except for the special ones who were employed on account of<br />
their bulk, they were enforcers and needed to be big.<br />
The Chechen kids he hung around with were smart cookies,<br />
they had a hand in all sorts of pies, stealing cars, drug dealing and<br />
procurement of prostitutes for anyone with the where withal to pay<br />
them. They catered for all perversions, young girls or boys, they<br />
even had access to a transsexual who was remarkably popular.<br />
Their involvement in these activities gave the boys access to<br />
money, which in turn gave them the means to bribe the staff at the<br />
home, they lived a semi luxurious life compared to the other kids<br />
and were held in awe by them.<br />
It was about the time of his fourteenth birthday that Vitaly<br />
managed to get word of where his sister was being kept. Her<br />
original home hadn’t stayed open long and she had been placed<br />
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into another facility far to North of the city itself. They had pretty<br />
much carte blanche when it came to going out of the home, so he<br />
got together three of his older Chechen friends, Ilyas, Akhmad and<br />
Ramzan, then stole a car and drove out to try and find her. He<br />
hadn’t put any thought into how he would get into the building, he<br />
assumed it would be semi secure like their own residence but he<br />
had some money and hoped he could bribe his way in. His friends<br />
didn’t really get what they were doing, they were smoking weed<br />
and just enjoying the drive. If Vitaly had a plan they would go<br />
along, he was cool and there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for<br />
each other.<br />
After a longer than necessary journey, none of the boys had<br />
ever been out of the city since they had been incarcerated at the<br />
home, so directions were a problem. They eventually fell upon the<br />
site by luck rather than judgement, they thought it was a military<br />
base when they happened upon it but a huge sign proclaimed it be<br />
a special facility for young ladies. There was a gatekeeper in a<br />
sentry hut at the entrance but he just waved them through without<br />
even looking. The red and white barrier was cantilevered so he had<br />
to just nudge it and it rose into the air.<br />
The boys he was with were all a little older and typical of their<br />
race they had already started to show moustaches, not thick but<br />
enough to make them seem old enough he guessed, this came in<br />
handy as they approached the entrance. There was a man sitting on<br />
a chair, not quite a doorman, but obviously in charge of preventing<br />
unauthorised entry. He stopped the boys, looking them up and<br />
down, they were all dressed the same, dark shirts and trousers, they<br />
could afford some cheap out door clothes, so avoided wearing the<br />
tracksuit that was the homes uniform. This turned out to be a boon<br />
as the man simply asked if they had any money, a few of them did<br />
and showed him their small wads, he nodded and gestured them<br />
through, Vitaly was getting anxious at this stage, why would they<br />
have to have money to get into a home. If it was for a bribe why<br />
did he not ask for one himself, he had a heavy feeling in the pit of<br />
his stomach.<br />
The entrance opened out into a large foyer where there was a<br />
small bar against one of the walls, a few mangy looking sofa and<br />
chairs and some typical institution style double doors off of the<br />
room in three directions. There were a few men sitting around, a<br />
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couple of obvious heavies near the bar and some young girls<br />
wearing negligees just walking around.<br />
Vitaly’s sick feeling increased, this was something he knew all<br />
about.<br />
His mother had been a prostitute from before he was born,<br />
and he had been to her work place when she had to collect some<br />
wages. He had been young and she probably didn’t think he would<br />
notice or even remember, but he had and this was reminiscent of<br />
that day.<br />
The girls looked dazed, the men were mostly older guys,<br />
poorly dressed although they were probably wearing their going<br />
out clothes for the occasion of visiting a brothel. As they stepped<br />
further into the room to make room for another new arrival, his<br />
friends looked at him, huge grins on their faces, they thought he<br />
had planned this excursion deliberately, he could have gone to any<br />
of the local brothels, why this one? As they took in the scene, one<br />
of the big guys wandered over.<br />
“What are you doing? You can’t just stand there looking; you<br />
must buy a drink, minimum price 10 roubles.”<br />
This was steep, but they knew enough about these things to<br />
know the girls were included in the price of a drink, not so<br />
expensive after all.<br />
“Is this all the girls you have? I don’t like these ones, where<br />
are the good ones?” He tried to appear cocky.<br />
He knew that these places always had wannabe gangsters in<br />
and the security guys would be used to this sort of blown up punk<br />
throwing his weight around.<br />
“We have all sorts of girls for you, many ages and size, you<br />
tell me what you like and we’ll go get it for you”, he turned and<br />
indicated the bar, “first though you by a drink, for you 15 roubles,<br />
that buys a special drink.”<br />
As he directed them he called a small weasely looking man<br />
who they hadn’t noticed before, he whispered in his ear and the<br />
man nodded exaggeratedly. As they ordered vodka each, the small<br />
man came over to Vitaly and asked what he was looking for.<br />
“Something young, maybe twelve and Tajik maybe, Asian,<br />
anyway.”<br />
The man did his big nodding thing again and looked as if he<br />
was considering something. “This may be a bit more expensive<br />
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than usual, maybe 25 roubles, it’s a very special thing you ask for<br />
you know?”<br />
Vitaly scowled, “I won’t pay more than 17 roubles for any<br />
girl, in Moscow this is the right price for these things. I won’t be<br />
held for ransom by you people, we have important friends you<br />
know, vor v zakone, you understand me now, friend?”<br />
The man blanched at the use of the name of the Chechen<br />
crime syndicate, especially from this young man, maybe even a<br />
boy who was no doubt with Chechens, should he push his luck this<br />
time, something in the boys eyes told him not to.<br />
“Well as you are friends of our friends, we won’t charge the<br />
full price, just this once.”<br />
Vitaly was sweating big time, he wasn’t connected to any<br />
Chechen mafia, but he knew his friends were at a low level. He<br />
had taken a risk and for now it was paying off, he hadn’t thought<br />
any further ahead of finding his sister and now he was knee deep in<br />
some serious shit. He didn’t want to believe she was still here, at<br />
the mercy of these bastards but if she was, he was sure as hell<br />
taking her home with him. The fact he didn’t have a home to take<br />
her too wasn’t much in his mind at that point. He pulled the other<br />
guys together and whispered quietly “Do any of you have any<br />
weapons? Guns knives anything?”<br />
They leant in, Ilyas opened his jacket to reveal a handle of a<br />
knife, Ramzan had nothing but some knuckle-dusters and Akhmad<br />
shook his head. They were confused, but excited by the thought of<br />
some real action. They had been small time for years and this was<br />
a clear step up in the realms of the criminal world, if they managed<br />
to get away with whatever Vitaly had in mind. Just as they broke<br />
from the impromptu huddle, the doors to the far left corridor<br />
opened, and three young girls were pushed forward into the lobby<br />
by another thug. He was clearly the leader of the guards, he was<br />
clean-shaven, including his head and his aggressive demeanour<br />
and tightly fitted shirt showing off muscle upon muscles led Vitaly<br />
to reason he would be a threat, also there were the edges of some<br />
tattoos showing on his bull neck, that wasn’t a good sign, Vitaly<br />
thought.<br />
He was soon past worrying as he took in the three new<br />
arrivals. All three were Asiatic in appearance, long black hair,<br />
small build and tiny dirty feet. He looked hard for something that<br />
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would identify Afsana, he would know her again surely, but these<br />
girls were younger than he’d asked for, they were ten at the most,<br />
he was angry.<br />
“Why do you insult me with these babies? Do I look like a<br />
man that fucks babies? I should kill you now, you insolent<br />
bastard.”<br />
Weasel man was screwing big time, this boy frightened him,<br />
but he was trying his best to accommodate him.<br />
“I’m sorry my friend, I misunderstood your request, it is my<br />
error entirely, no offence was meant I assure you. Please believe<br />
me, we have no need to get angry, there are a couple of older girls<br />
that maybe to your liking, Andre go fetch the older girls, you know<br />
the two I mean.”<br />
While this exchange had been going on, the head honcho of<br />
the guards had reached into his jacket, most likely intending to<br />
draw down on Vitaly if it went heavy, he was obviously Andre,<br />
that weasel was speaking to as he looked at the man with murder in<br />
his eyes. He clearly didn’t take kindly to being told what to do by<br />
this runt, but he acceded, letting his hand fall back to his sides as<br />
he walked away, looking over his shoulder to throw a nasty look<br />
back at Vitaly and the weak little runt who was ordering him<br />
about. For some reason the three young girls hadn’t moved, they<br />
just stood in the middle of the foyer shaking from head to toe, they<br />
had believed one of them was about to be violated by a local<br />
farmer or factory worker, now they were left there, forgotten for a<br />
moment.<br />
They had been saved by their youth, this wasn’t always the<br />
case and they each held onto the others hands while their fate was<br />
decided by Nikodem, the whoremaster and manager of the brothel.<br />
Vitaly became hyper aware of everything, his eyes searching every<br />
corner of the room, assessing the other men lounging about on the<br />
shitty sofas and chairs, they hadn’t moved during the exchange<br />
with the smaller man. They would not be a problem, if things<br />
kicked off. The two burly guards were also showing some tattoos<br />
on their forearms, their ill-fitting suits rode up their arms a bit and<br />
he could make out some disturbingly familiar designs, they were<br />
connected guys, maybe even top drawer, if he did have to kill them<br />
he would not want their comrades knowing it had been him and his<br />
lads.<br />
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He turned back to the three girls, he felt bad for them, this may<br />
have been their first time in the main room, but it was just as likely<br />
not.<br />
“Girls, go and sit on the floor in the corner, don’t stand there<br />
in the draught you will get cold,” he spoke in Tajik so the guards<br />
wouldn’t understand him.<br />
Only two of them understood but they pulled the other girl<br />
with them, this man knew their language and seemed to be one of<br />
them, maybe he could rescue them from this nightmare, them and<br />
the other girls who were locked into this supposedly benevolent<br />
facility for orphaned young girls.<br />
The big door opened up and again there were girls being<br />
pushed along, hard and uncaring. Andre clearly liked to bully<br />
them, he was the type who got off on that sort of thing, but his<br />
days of pushing whores about was about to end, especially as<br />
Vitaly noticed the second girl as she had entered into the room.<br />
Taller than the other girl and slightly skinnier, she had a familiar<br />
gait that Vitaly had seen before, a way of holding herself, albeit<br />
more subdued than he remembered but he was sure it was her.<br />
“Girl come over here, let me look at you.”<br />
She looked at him pretending not to understand. André was<br />
getting ready to slap her for insolence in the presence of a<br />
customer, he may have been a royal pain in the ass, but he was a<br />
customer and that meant money for André and the other lads, as he<br />
moved his arm in an arc that threatened to smack the back of her<br />
head. Vitaly moved like lightening to block the move, the clash of<br />
arms was audible above the hushed murmurs in the room.<br />
“Lay a finger on that girl and we will not pay full price for her,<br />
I don’t want damaged goods. You don’t worry I’m not so sensitive<br />
that a little Tajik girl can bother me, I like her feistiness, maybe it<br />
make her better at fucking yes?”<br />
Andre had an uneasy feeling, why would he care if the girl<br />
was struck or not, it would have been the back of her head, no<br />
bruised face to put him off. He wanted to react to Vitaly but he<br />
knew he would need his comrades, one of them was getting a drink<br />
from the bar and the other was chatting to the three younger girls.<br />
Always trying to fuck the merchandise, that was Pavel and now he<br />
was going for the younger ones.<br />
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No one noticed Vitaly pull the lank greasy hair away from the<br />
face of the taller girl, it took him a nanosecond to know it was her.<br />
Her eyes were glassy and ringed with black shadows. Her face,<br />
with those high cheekbones was hollow and there was no sign of<br />
recognition of him at all. Anger welled up inside him he hadn’t felt<br />
in all his life, fury flooded into his mind and red mist literally fell<br />
before his eyes. Before he said another word, he turned toward<br />
Andre, lifting his forearm level with his neck, smashing into his<br />
windpipe, temporarily disabling him and allowing Vitaly to make a<br />
move for the concealed pistol. At the same time the other lads<br />
made their move, Ramzan had sidled up to the man at the bar, as<br />
he turned to see what was happening he struck him hard on the<br />
temple with his knuckle-dusted fist. The man dropped like a stone,<br />
he also went for the gun the man had been wearing in a shoulder<br />
holster. Ilyas was a little away from his target and had to lunge for<br />
him with his big hunter’s knife, the ten inch blade had a serrated<br />
blade and wickedly sharp edge.<br />
The man was reaching for his weapon, whilst trying to dodge<br />
the knife, it was then Akhmad acted, he was behind the man<br />
grabbing him around the throat. Pavel had to lift his huge hands<br />
away from the pistol to get the smaller Chechen off his back. The<br />
diversion was all they needed. Ilyas pushed the blade hilt deep into<br />
the man’s stomach, twisted it and pulled it out again. His hand was<br />
covered in the warm gushing blood, he pulled the blade back and<br />
slashed it across the guard’s throat. Akhmad had stepped back at<br />
this point, luckily, or he would have been slashed as well.<br />
Andre was still choking on the floor as Vitaly pulled the pistol<br />
from his waistband. It was in a pancake holster right up against his<br />
hip and took some effort to get it out, the big man tried to claw it<br />
from his hands, but Vitaly delivered a hard kick into his chest,<br />
doubling him up in pain. With gun in hand and his friends<br />
similarly armed, they thought they had cracked it, the lads still<br />
didn’t get what was going down but they were grinning at each<br />
other as they watched Pavel kick and writhe on the floor, blood<br />
pooling around him on the parquet floor. Then a shot rang out, a<br />
loud cracking sound that startled everyone, then another.<br />
The weasel had teeth apparently, and he was crouched behind<br />
the bar firing over the top without looking to see where his enemy<br />
may be, as Akhmad hit the deck Ilyas shot back in the general<br />
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direction of the bar, with little effect. Andre took the chance to<br />
grab at Vitaly’s leg hoping to pull him to the ground, The younger<br />
man just looked at him and casually fired his pistol into his face,<br />
the gun packed a great deal more power than Nickodem’s little<br />
pistol and the noise was ten times louder. There was a small hole in<br />
the front of Andre’s forehead but a sticky mess of skull and brains<br />
on the floor beneath him.<br />
Vitaly kicked his arms out of his way and took a knee, aware<br />
that the other shots were going into the air. There was quiet for a<br />
moment, the smaller girls were whimpering in fear, but Afsana and<br />
the other girl just stood there, seemingly unaware of anything that<br />
was happening. Nickodem had thought the sudden cessation of<br />
shooting was his cue to get up and give them his good news, he got<br />
to his feet and let go with the final eight rounds in his magazine.<br />
His aim was appalling and he fired all around the room, he<br />
managed to catch one of the farmers who had been slow to dive<br />
behind the couches. Vitaly was calmness personified, as he took<br />
aim and fired. He watched with grim fascination as the bullet hit<br />
the other man’s shoulder, throwing him around towards the wall,<br />
then he heard the bang. He fired again into his back, the wall in<br />
front of him showered with blood as the bullet opened him up. He<br />
hit the wall and fell sidelong down it, smearing it with blood as he<br />
slumped behind the bar.<br />
They looked at each other, not believing what had gone down.<br />
They were on the verge of laughing when Vitaly noticed his sister<br />
had fallen down. The other girl seemed unconcerned and walked<br />
over to sit with the other girls who were all crying and hugging<br />
each other. He was across the floor to where she lay; picking her<br />
up as he knelt towards her, she weighed nothing. He would have to<br />
feed her up now that he had her back. It was then he noticed her<br />
back was wet where his hand held her. He pulled it out to see it<br />
was covered in dark arterial blood, the blackness confused him for<br />
a moment, he pulled her arms away from her chest to reveal a<br />
small puddle of blood spreading from a hole in her chest. He cried<br />
out, an agonised yell that caused the girls to scream and hug even<br />
tighter in the corner. He pulled her hair out of her face and spoke<br />
to her softly, he didn’t know what to do and couldn’t think about<br />
calling the authorities, they had killed three men and this would get<br />
back to whoever they had paid to run this place.<br />
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“Afsana, it’s me, Vishtasb, your big brother, do you know me<br />
my beautiful dove, can you see me?”<br />
He was speaking in Tajik and the other lads were looking on<br />
confused, who was this girl to be bothering him so. Sure, it was sad<br />
but life was hard, shit happened.<br />
“I never stopped thinking of you, I tried to find you always,<br />
but never had any idea where you were, I came to save you, to take<br />
you back to Moscow but now I have failed you.” He was crying at<br />
this point, tears and snot running down onto her face as he clung to<br />
her<br />
“You three, shoot the last guard and those fucking animals, we<br />
can’t allow these people to be witness’s to what we have done.”<br />
They looked at each other confused, in his pain he had spoken<br />
to them in his mother’s tongue.<br />
“What are you saying Vitaly, are we going to rob this place<br />
now, who is the girl?”<br />
They finally prised him away from the poor girl’s lifeless<br />
body. He hadn’t spoken and the younger girls had been taken out<br />
by the girl who had accompanied Afsana, the remaining customers<br />
were fussing over the man hit in the crossfire, and the guard<br />
Ramzan had pole axed was still out cold. Vitaly allowed himself to<br />
be pulled up onto his feet; there was blood on his hands and trouser<br />
legs.<br />
“She was my little sister, how could I have been alive while<br />
she was subjected to this life, what sort of brother was I, that she<br />
had to die because of me? I want these men dead, you understand<br />
me, kill them all.”<br />
The older boys were uncomfortable with being ordered about<br />
by this cock sure Tajik, but they knew he was right. They couldn’t<br />
risk being identified, the authorities were not a problem, they<br />
wouldn’t even bother to look for them most likely, but these guys<br />
had the tattoos of organised criminals and they would have<br />
brethren who would be out to avenge their deaths.<br />
The farmers had looked round upon hearing Vitaly’s raised<br />
voice, but they were unsure of his motives. Surely, he didn’t want<br />
them dead, just the staff, they would have meant to leave them<br />
alone surely.<br />
“What are you waiting for Ramzan, go and silence those<br />
perverted pigs while I deal with the big guy by the bar.”<br />
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As they spoke, two of the farmers tried to make a run for the<br />
entrance, Ilyas fired two shots straight at them, hitting them both in<br />
the back. They fell forward onto the hard wooden floor landing on<br />
top of each other, as Ramzan walked toward the remaining men.<br />
Vitaly stepped over the bodies and fired a shot into each head.<br />
Vitaly then poured water from an ice bucket into the face of the<br />
prostate guard. He woke in a start, unsure of what had transpired,<br />
Vitaly waited for him to get his senses back before holding the<br />
pistol against the side of his head. As the bullet tore through his<br />
skull spattering Vitaly with blood and gore, he smiled a triumphant<br />
smile that he would repeat often in his life.<br />
They managed to find two more staff members bunking in a<br />
room off the main dormitory. These too, they executed. Once done,<br />
they released the girls who were under lock and key, leaving them<br />
to their own devices, not caring how they would fare in the outside<br />
world. That night had been the beginning of something for Vitaly,<br />
the loss of Afsana had opened a hole in his life that he sought to<br />
fill with violence and pain. In a few short years, he had turned<br />
from an enterprising young boy into a feared killer, their actions<br />
that fateful night had consequences for them all. They had<br />
forgotten the doorman the night they had killed all the witness’s,<br />
he had gone along with the gate keeper back to their employers<br />
with tales of Chechen maniacs running rampant through the halls<br />
of the facilities.<br />
Within six months Ilyas was dead, Ramzan was imprisoned<br />
and Akhmad had disappeared, supposedly gone to fight the<br />
Russians in his homeland. Of the four who had carried out the<br />
killings, only Vitaly remained, and he was too young to be<br />
suspected. The Russians took out reprisals against Chechen<br />
interests in the city, killing numerous men and women to prove<br />
that it was not without consequence to mess with their businesses.<br />
It was in the vacuum of connected men that Vitaly took up the<br />
reigns and fought for his adopted people, he killed entire families<br />
for his Chechen puppet masters, he had no qualms about the death<br />
of a child, after all his Afsana was a child and that had not saved<br />
her. So, why should the Russian pigs expect any better for their<br />
children? If they didn’t want to lose their offspring, they shouldn’t<br />
have had them, he knew the value of the pain these losses incurred<br />
and it gave him great pleasure to be the architect of such pain.<br />
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He arrived at the small offices at the back of The Pink<br />
Elephant. They used them to run all their business interests. Yuri<br />
was there, he had been there for hours, coordinating the various<br />
sources that were looking for the mullato bitch. There had been no<br />
news, Vitaly threw a strop threatening to kill every one of the lazy<br />
bastards who took his money and didn’t deliver. His reminiscing<br />
had put him in a bad mood and Yuri knew better than to try to<br />
placate him.<br />
It was in a lull in the tirades that Yuri’s phone rang, it was<br />
Olga at the flat, she had found Valeria in her room, and she was<br />
dead, beaten to death. He looked at his boss, he knew he had been<br />
with her when they had left last night, he put two and two together.<br />
“Shut her door, do not tell the girls anything, I will be there as<br />
quickly as I can, and do not call an ambulance or the Pigs.”<br />
Vitaly had picked up what was being spoken about, he smiled,<br />
“Oh yes, I forget, that girl from Georgia, she isn’t very good, I may<br />
have hurt her, you’ll sort it out okay?”<br />
There was a smile on his face but his eyes were cold and<br />
uncaring, he was pure evil Yuri thought as he fetched his coat.<br />
“Ok Boss, I’ll sort it now, no problem.”<br />
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Chapter Seven<br />
Her memories fought in her head. There were the fantasies she<br />
had used to get herself through the hell of her life, then there was<br />
the reality which for some reason didn’t ring true, maybe her<br />
delusion had been complete and her mind had folded in on itself.<br />
She looked around the dingy room, at the smoke stained walls,<br />
how did she ever end up with this life, she had been such a happy<br />
girl growing up, a loving family, yeah she missed dad sometimes<br />
but once she had the therapy stuff she had been okay. There was a<br />
real feeling of being loved. Tom was always there too, quietly<br />
sitting there while everyone chatted about anything and everything,<br />
he spoke to Saffy quite a bit but not in company, he had a<br />
nickname dad had said, but she couldn’t remember it now,<br />
something to do with being a mute, not the mean one about<br />
Adonis, whatever, it didn’t matter anymore. She would never see<br />
him again, would she, or dad, they were gone from her now. She<br />
couldn’t be with them ever again. She was tainted, damaged<br />
beyond reasoning. They could never look at her as their little<br />
princess ever again. This as much as anything tore her apart.<br />
She lay there in her bed, the rain had stopped but the drip<br />
hadn’t gone anywhere. She would have gone and moved the bin if<br />
she could have been bothered, but that would mean going outside<br />
and she wasn’t ready for that. He might be out there, he would be<br />
looking for her, of that she was certain, and Yuri, wherever Vitaly<br />
went, Yuri would be following. Doing his masters bidding like a<br />
guard dog. Eva believed she could get him to leave with her, that<br />
they were in love and she could be with him in the real world,<br />
away from the disgusting life of drugs and illicit sex, but she had<br />
been wrong, so very wrong. His betrayal was complete, he led her<br />
to believe he was willing to go, lied about arranging passage out of<br />
the country, she had been excited when they last spoke, thrilled to<br />
escape Vitaly, the beating and everything else, but Yuri had fooled<br />
her completely.<br />
She had walked straight into Vitaly, been dragged into his car<br />
screaming and that was the last Saffy knew about it until her body<br />
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was washed up on the beach in front of the London Eye. She was<br />
just a nameless girl, tortured and beaten to death, then thrown into<br />
the dark murky waters of the great old river. The police had said<br />
she was anonymous, no one had reported her missing. The case<br />
was effectively over before it began. No one would be looking to<br />
solve this one, another tart dropped in the Thames by her pimp.<br />
Saffy knew her name. She knew what she liked to eat for<br />
breakfast and tea, and how much she spent on her hair every<br />
month; everything that mattered to a friend and now she was dead.<br />
She couldn’t help feeling partly responsible for it. She hadn’t tried<br />
to dissuade her, she hadn’t spotted the trap she was lured into and<br />
now she was gone forever.<br />
Somewhere in an unmarked grave, no one to put flowers out<br />
for her or raise a glass on her birthday. When she looked back, she<br />
realised they should have known what would have happened.<br />
There had been other girls who had just disappeared; no one asked<br />
where they went because deep down, they were just glad it wasn’t<br />
them. They had even made horrible jokes about it, not to be mean,<br />
just to put their own minds at ease, to convince themselves they<br />
were okay. Somehow immune to the trouble of the other girls,<br />
Vitaly and Yuri used for their business. She tried to remember how<br />
she’d been tricked into this life, the hotel incident should have sent<br />
her running for the hills, or the very least a police station. She had<br />
seen that they were cruel and devious men. Yuri had struck her and<br />
Vitaly hadn’t acted on it, no move to defend her just a half-hearted<br />
put down, more a suggestion than an order.<br />
She had left the hotel in a daze, the walk from Park Lane was<br />
like a weird trippy nightmare. Vitaly had given her some money<br />
for a cab, fifty pound would cover her trouble he said, then he<br />
handed her some small white tablets, they would help with the pain<br />
and get her some sleep. She had decided that she couldn’t face a<br />
cab driver right now, any man would be a trial to be honest. She<br />
walked aimlessly through London’s affluent West End, past<br />
homeless people sleeping in shop fronts and wealthy old ladies<br />
walking pampered dogs around the fenced in greenery in the heart<br />
of the many squares. Her flat was in Camden, not the trendy part<br />
where the children of the rich had their town pads. She was in a<br />
grubby terraced house with flaky paint on the tired old window<br />
frames, piles of other people’s crap in the front garden, if that was<br />
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what you called the eighteen inches of space between the<br />
overgrown bush that ran the length of their front wall and the bay<br />
window.<br />
It was a half hours walk, tops, from where she had started out,<br />
but it was three hours before she finally put her key into the rusty<br />
Yale lock. The knack of twisting it three times before finally<br />
revolving the barrel had past her by and she nearly snapped the key<br />
in half before getting through into the familiar surroundings of her<br />
digs.<br />
There had been someone in the lounge watching daytime TV<br />
but she just rushed up the stairs into the bathroom, desperate for a<br />
shower. She had to cleanse herself of the filth she imagined coated<br />
her entire body, as she ran the shower for a while to get the heat<br />
going, she sat down to use the toilet, her inner thighs were sore and<br />
it hurt when she peed. She could feel her inner parts throbbing, but<br />
knew there wasn’t anything to be done for it, there simply wasn’t<br />
anything strong enough to relieve the sort of pain she was<br />
suffering.<br />
She stepped into the steaming shower and scrubbed at herself<br />
until it hurt too much to continue. She then went along the corridor<br />
into her room and locked the door behind her. She didn’t want to<br />
face anyone right then. It was as she laid her stuff onto the chair<br />
she remembered the pills Vitaly had given her, maybe they would<br />
help. They couldn’t do any harm after what she’d been through<br />
nothing could make it worse, surely.<br />
Even as she looked back, thinking of those tiny white pills<br />
made her uncomfortable. It seemed like Alice in Wonderland all<br />
over again, the big ‘Drink me’ convincing her it would be good<br />
idea. We all knew how that one turned out. The first time she took<br />
one it did what she had hoped, she shut down completely, no<br />
thoughts of any kind, a genuine escape from her traumatic thoughts<br />
and she liked it, a little too much as it turned out. He had only<br />
given her three pills and she had used them all by the end of the<br />
day.<br />
When she woke the next morning, she was affronted by her<br />
memories, both physical and emotional. She ached in places she<br />
couldn’t reach to rub better. Her head was spinning with scenes<br />
from that DVD. The way she was waving her arms along to the<br />
music as they pawed her made her the most disgusted. She hadn’t<br />
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even tried to protect herself, surely that would have been the very<br />
least she should have done. Her self-esteem, which had never been<br />
an issue, even when the other girls were developing bigger rounder<br />
breasts and she had small pert ones, she hadn’t minded. She liked<br />
them the way they were and the little bits of teasing made her<br />
laugh, not now, she was shit in her eyes, little more than a whore,<br />
she would have killed herself then, but she knew there was another<br />
answer to her pain.<br />
Those little white pills made it all better and she knew where<br />
she could get some more, didn’t she? Vitaly owed her, surely he<br />
wouldn’t hold back, not now, he couldn’t do anything worse to her<br />
now, so there was no danger in approaching him for some more,<br />
what was the worst that could happen right? She shook her head as<br />
she lay there remembering how naïve she had been, there was<br />
much worse to come girl. You should have just topped yourself<br />
then and there. Vitaly had sounded genuinely pleased to hear from<br />
her, some of the old charm kicked in and he made no reference to<br />
the previous day, just a pleasant light weight chat about nothing,<br />
was she working today, had she been okay, then the real reason for<br />
the call. Had the pills worked? Oh, they had? Yes, they were good<br />
weren’t they, maybe she needed a few more, he could sort that out<br />
easily enough, he would meet her after work, take her for some<br />
dinner and stuff. She knew it was a bad idea, her revulsion of what<br />
he’d done to her hadn’t abated any but the chance of some relief<br />
from her emotional trauma was worth the aggravation wasn’t it?<br />
The meeting had been convivial enough, he reverted back to<br />
charming Vitaly, and there was no hint of the monster he had<br />
portrayed a couple of nights ago.<br />
Maybe it was Yuri who was the problem, he had been the<br />
aggressive one after all, he’d struck her hadn’t he, and although<br />
Vitaly didn’t do much he had told him to stop hadn’t he. She fell<br />
for his bullshit hook line and sinker. They didn’t mention anything<br />
about the hotel incident and Saffy waited a while before<br />
mentioning the pills. She wanted to sound uninterested in them, as<br />
if they were just a little bit of casual relief and they didn’t mean<br />
much at all, in her scheme of things. Vitaly knew what she was<br />
after, he had played this game many times before with different<br />
girls, some were already slutty, others demure and classy, like<br />
Saffy, but once they had been broken they always went the same<br />
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way. He gave them all the pills as a freebie, a light relief for them,<br />
he understood these things took time to digest and the pills allowed<br />
them to sleep and forget, but what they didn’t realise was those<br />
pills were specially created by a very clever Russian professor for<br />
the European market. They were a pharmaceutical marvel that<br />
would have earned a Noble prize, if they had been for any other<br />
purpose.<br />
As he had planned, Saffy enquired about the pills, were there<br />
any more, he’d said there was some more right? He played her<br />
very well, casual and friendly, oh, the white pills, yeah, he could<br />
get some more for her, maybe, only a few though, four at the most,<br />
because they were expensive, but he was happy to help her out just<br />
this once.<br />
They parted outside the restaurant, a peck on the cheek then<br />
she walked back through the shoppers, and he smiled to himself as<br />
he watched her back disappear into the crowd. She walked as<br />
quickly as she could, the small container with the all-important<br />
pills gripped firmly in her fist inside her pocket. By the time she<br />
had used all four of the pills she was back in the same state as<br />
before, no worse, because she had the feeling of wanting<br />
something desperately, knowing what it was but trying to believe<br />
she hadn’t needed them? It was the little white pills wasn’t it? No,<br />
it wasn’t the pills, it was the oblivion they gave her. She wanted<br />
that so very badly and knew of only one place she could get them<br />
from, she would have to try and convince Vitaly to get her some<br />
more. She could pay this time, she had some money left in her<br />
savings and in a few weeks it was payday again, the rent could<br />
wait a week couldn’t it?<br />
He was patiently waiting for her call, she realised now. This<br />
had all been part of a plan. He had probably decided on his course<br />
of action the first time he’d met her and she, like the unwitting fool<br />
she was, had fallen straight into his trap. It had seemed a fair<br />
enough exchange to start with, he needed girls for his other bar, the<br />
one he hadn’t mentioned to her before, The Pink Elephant; a far<br />
seedier establishment in the streets behind Cambridge Circus. She<br />
would be a waitress for a few nights a week, skimpy outfit maybe,<br />
but not too bad he said, she would get the pills and still earn good<br />
money as well, it was win, win. She agreed to at least try it out, not<br />
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her first mistake, not her worst or last either, but she rued it almost<br />
straight away.<br />
She didn’t like the job, but she needed the pills, it had been a<br />
couple of days without them and she was desperate by the time<br />
Vitaly turned up to pay her, and give her a couple of the special<br />
little pills she craved. By speaking to a couple of the other girls,<br />
she found out that they weren’t a commercially available drug, no<br />
one else was dealing them, if you wanted them you had to be on<br />
Vitaly’s good side. The waitressing was just a front it turned out,<br />
the girls, at least the other girls she met were just displaying their<br />
charms for the clients. There were lap dancers as well, always two<br />
girls working the pole up on the main stage but they were off limits<br />
to clients, at least in the main bar. If you paid some extra cash,<br />
things were upgraded a great deal, and the dancers were also on the<br />
menu, but to the bulk of punters the waitresses were the menu for<br />
the evening.<br />
She hadn’t been asked to turn tricks for the first couple of<br />
nights she worked there, a few customers had tried to grope her but<br />
the bouncers shooed them away politely, they did however pass on<br />
their interest to Vitaly who formulated his next step. The pills were<br />
getting hard to get hold of, she would need to pay more for them,<br />
more than she could earn with a few hours waitressing, she would<br />
need to find some more money and quick before the price went up<br />
again. She was flummoxed, she was already feeling degraded by<br />
her job, she was working more than studying as it was, and still<br />
had no money for rent and food, that fucking dress had been a<br />
complete waste of funds, she knew that now, but it was done and<br />
she needed to find another revenue stream very fast.<br />
Vitaly of course, had an idea for her. She could do something<br />
special for him. It was like the other girls but she wouldn’t have to<br />
have sex with anyone she didn’t want to. She baulked straight<br />
away, no way was she going down that road, she knew girls who<br />
had fallen foul to this crap, but then she reflected on her position.<br />
She was desperate for money, not just for the Pills, although they<br />
were vitally important right now, but also rent and food.<br />
The comedown from the pills was awful and she hadn’t been<br />
able to get to her job at the coffee shop recently, so there was less<br />
money and more outlay than before. She was stuck in a hole and<br />
had no idea of where to turn. Vitaly hadn’t pushed the idea, just<br />
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thrown it out as a suggestion, a helpful hint on making some more<br />
dough but she couldn’t help thinking he had planned it. Now, she<br />
knew she was right, but back then, needs overrode common sense<br />
and she agreed to at least talk about it. She would be expected to<br />
be filmed naked in a studio setting, while men sent her messages<br />
via the internet suggesting poses and the like, it was harmless stuff<br />
and she would be paid a percentage of the fee these men paid<br />
which could be very good money, especially with her unique<br />
looks. There was no mention of any sex at this point and although<br />
she was hating the idea, she knew it was easier than trying to<br />
increase her earnings elsewhere, she might even have enough to<br />
dedicate some more time to course work, with a heavy heart she<br />
agreed and her descent into hell started.<br />
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Chapter Eight<br />
The whole time he’d been travelling home, he had wondered<br />
about what he would actually do once he got there, wherever there<br />
was. He had no family to go to, except Saffy, and she was<br />
incommunicado at the moment. Thinking about Saffy brought<br />
Jules back to him. All this furore about his health had kind of<br />
overshadowed the whole Jules dying, he wasn’t fit enough to<br />
attend the funeral. The lads had sent him a few details of the event,<br />
who came, the weather, that sort of thing. Saffron hadn’t been<br />
there, she wasn’t even aware of what had happened to the best of<br />
anyone’s knowledge. Ellen had played the tearful wife, received all<br />
the condolences from the Top Brass, it made him sick to think of<br />
it, in many ways he was glad to have missed it, he would have<br />
probably had to say something and it would have put a black mark<br />
on the day. He wouldn’t have wanted to do that to his mate, he had<br />
forgiven her, so who was he to interject on his behalf. This also<br />
brought back to him his promise to Jules, both the conversation<br />
they had the night before the op, and at his bedside, the one way<br />
conversation, he’d made a solemn promise, hadn’t he? Just<br />
because he hadn’t heard him, didn’t make it any less important, but<br />
he hadn’t known, he himself was dying too. Jules would have<br />
forgiven him his failure if he knew, he was a great guy, and he<br />
would’ve understood that he couldn’t do it anymore, not in his<br />
condition.<br />
He had to report to Selly Oak to see a specialist oncologist on<br />
the Wednesday, but that gave him two days to fill and he wasn’t<br />
feeling too great. He didn’t fancy going back to Hereford just for a<br />
day or two, it was a long journey and he struggled with being<br />
cooped up these days. The operation hadn’t gone well, the tumour<br />
was firmly embedded into his lungs and surrounding area, the<br />
biopsy was academic for Dr Kapuur, he knew malignancy when he<br />
saw it.<br />
The prognosis wasn’t good and Dr Grey had seemed close to<br />
tears as she explained the situation to a stunned Tom. He had never<br />
considered the chance it would be cancer, he was sure it was all<br />
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just a mistake and he would be back out on ops any day soon. They<br />
didn’t say as much but they never used words like death did they,<br />
inoperable tumour didn’t have any other end result did it, if they<br />
couldn’t get rid of it, then it wasn’t going to volunteer to leave, it<br />
was a simple bit of deduction to work out, he was going to die. He<br />
just wondered at how long he’d have and whether he’d be buried<br />
with the rest of his regiment or in one of the nearby plots, favoured<br />
by families of ex members.<br />
The Army had arranged for repatriation as soon as he was fit<br />
to fly, he had a raft of pills to help him function, and relieve the<br />
pain he was expected to start to feel very soon. They made him<br />
light headed at first, but he was now used to them and apart from<br />
paleness, he shouldn’t have had after weeks in the Afghan sun, he<br />
felt and looked fine.<br />
He had enjoyed the flight back, bantering with the aircrew that<br />
handled the flight out of Kandahar. They were usually good lads<br />
and had a lot of time for regiment guys. He didn’t let on what was<br />
wrong and allowed them to wind him up for going home early. He<br />
was a conscientious objector or had got one of the female soldiers<br />
knocked up. He laughed along and wished they had been true. It<br />
was cold and grey at Northolt when he disembarked the plane, a<br />
wave to the guys and check through the formalities of passports<br />
and stuff and he was free. For the first time in thirteen years he<br />
didn’t have to answer to someone, he had an appointment which he<br />
was expected to keep, but even the Army knew he was pretty much<br />
unpunishable in his present state, so if he didn’t show up what the<br />
fuck would they do?<br />
The M40 ran along the bottom edge of the runway at Northolt<br />
so getting a coach to Birmingham was no great problem. He could<br />
have waited around for the next plane which had some amputees<br />
also bound for Selly Oak, but he couldn’t face these poor bastards,<br />
knowing he looked as fit as a fiddle to them, he’d look a complete<br />
mug getting on the disabled express to Birmingham.<br />
The coach journey was a proper welcome home to Blighty.<br />
There were a few commuters who had done this journey every day<br />
for years, they had earphones attached to IPods listening to<br />
anything from drum and bass for the younger office dolly’s, to<br />
Beethoven and Bach for the old fogies from accounts. As well as<br />
the quite experienced travellers, there were white trash families<br />
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taking advantage of the latest deal on cheap coach travel to spread<br />
their unpleasant presence around the country. There were a few<br />
hoodie wearing black kids who tried to be as intimidating as<br />
possible, but were failing due to their ridiculous baseball caps and<br />
terrible attempts at bling. The noise from the inbred looking kids<br />
was intolerable and Tom wished he too had an IPod. Saffy would<br />
crack up seeing him plugged into one of the little white credit card<br />
sized machines with a bit of Bruce Springsteen rocking in his ears.<br />
Nah, it wasn’t him really, he would just have to put up with<br />
this screeching and yelling until he fell asleep, which he was doing<br />
a lot recently. He coughed, a hard racking convulsion which was<br />
another new feature of his life, he hadn’t realised he had been<br />
coughing quite a bit before his visit to the medical centre. Jules had<br />
complained once or twice about him possibly giving them away by<br />
coughing, but he hadn’t thought about it, even before then he<br />
remembered having a bit of a tickle, but again he thought nothing<br />
of it, until now. Jules had also complained he was making noises in<br />
his sleep. He said it was like a weird snoring, more of a wheeze but<br />
he just told him to fuck off and stop whining. The problem with<br />
this time on his own, was he had time to reminisce about things he<br />
should have noticed, dissect the possible outcomes of knowing<br />
sooner, would he have been able to get it cured? He would never<br />
know and knew that even considering it was only adding fuel to<br />
the self-pity fire he was determined to do without.<br />
A load of the scumbags got off in Coventry along with the<br />
boys from the hood, he pitied the folks of that city. Hitler hadn’t<br />
exerted as much destruction on them as these low lives could<br />
manage in a few days. He had managed a nap and was surprised to<br />
find he was only half an hour from Birmingham. He got out his<br />
little book on all things Birmingham and looked again at the choice<br />
of hotels he could reasonably afford for the next few nights. He<br />
didn’t want to stay too far out of town as that would be leaving him<br />
reliant on cabs, etc., and his time in Northern Ireland had left him<br />
wary of any private hire arrangement. There were a couple of the<br />
big chain hotels near to the Bullring, and he could put up with their<br />
generically sterile hospitality for a few nights. Hell, he’d slept in<br />
bogs and swamps little more than inches above the ground, a<br />
pillow and duvet alone would have been beyond luxurious to him<br />
at this point.<br />
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He tried to avoid thinking about his promise, it weighed<br />
heavily on him, and in a way gave him something to think about<br />
other than his cancer, but it didn’t really make him feel any better.<br />
As he walked the small distance to the Top Lodge Hotel, he had<br />
rung ahead to book, he wondered if Saffy was okay? It broke his<br />
heart she hadn’t been informed of her father’s noble death, that’s<br />
what it was, wasn’t it? A noble death fighting an enemy of<br />
unknown strength on their home turf, he had to think it wasn’t a<br />
waste, to believe there had been a higher purpose.<br />
Where could she be? He knew London a lot better than she did<br />
and knew the pitfalls of hanging in the wrong crowds. The<br />
possibilities available to find trouble, even when you didn’t go<br />
looking for it were endless. She was a smart kid though, super<br />
intelligent, she had aced her A levels and waltzed into uni, her first<br />
choice of School. She wouldn’t fall into any of the traps that were<br />
set for girls like her in the capital, and he and Jules had grilled her<br />
on everything she needed to be aware of, and given her some<br />
lessons in self-defence. She was all set, he didn’t have anything to<br />
worry about, not with Saffy. He was trying to convince himself he<br />
believed it could be true. He was fighting with himself over his<br />
promise, he was torn by the desire to fulfil his best friend’s last<br />
wish, but he was dying for Christ sakes. He couldn’t even begin to<br />
start to heal this rift could he? He hated Ellen and couldn’t even<br />
find Saffy, how was he supposed to get into this problem while<br />
dealing with his own failing health. The hotel room was fine, not<br />
better, not worse, just fine and for less than fifty quid a night he<br />
couldn’t expect any more, and needed even less. He didn’t bother<br />
with the large screen TV, he could care less about the news,<br />
everything about Afghanistan was heavily spun before it was<br />
released and he hated to hear about the deaths of the young men<br />
and women. They were in a hell of a situation and couldn’t really<br />
do anything to prevent their own deaths, the IED problem was<br />
unsolvable at the moment and it depressed him to see it on screen.<br />
The bed was huge and he tried to have a little lie down, just a<br />
short nap but he was buzzing with thoughts of what to do next,<br />
there was the possibility of treatment, it would slow down the<br />
cancer and prolong his life by as much as a year, but it would be<br />
gruelling stuff. He would be unable to do very much whilst in<br />
treatment, the Army would be looking after him financially, so he<br />
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didn’t have to worry too much. He had the house back in Hereford,<br />
and his other property and investments left to him by his family, he<br />
wouldn’t need any more than he had, but that was the least of his<br />
worries. There was the Saffy problem, while he was trying to<br />
convince himself things would eventually sort themselves out, she<br />
was still missing. They wouldn’t be getting any better while she<br />
was out of touch and he would eventually have to speak to Ellen, if<br />
he was to find anything out at all. Last known address and the<br />
likes. Jules hadn’t meant for him to have to deal with Ellen, he<br />
would have been the intermediary allowing him to ask questions<br />
and get any details that may have helped him, but he went got<br />
himself shot didn’t he, useless bastard.<br />
After half an hour of lying down, his breathing became<br />
laboured and he opened up his little medicine bag and withdrew an<br />
inhaler, which he took two hard puffs from. The wheezing<br />
subsided and he got up and went into the shower room, he wasn’t<br />
tired although that could change at any time. He ran the shower<br />
and went back for his wash bag. The room was full of steam when<br />
he came back in and it obscured the mirror, he was glad, no one<br />
else might be able to see the change in him yet, but he was<br />
uncomfortably aware of it, his pallor was evident and the<br />
cheekbones were noticeable. He had never been fat, but had a<br />
chubby well-rounded face, did have anyway.<br />
After a long shower, he sat on the bed covered in the white<br />
hotel towels, enjoying the coolness of the room. He had spent<br />
weeks showering only to come out and sweat for hours, this time<br />
he felt like he would be clean for a while at least. He was never<br />
hungry these days, but he did have a need to sit down and try to<br />
eat, to hold onto the habitual act of meal times, he would eat a little<br />
each sitting even though he invariably vomited afterwards. He had<br />
seen a familiar fast food chicken restaurant over the road on his<br />
way into the building and he loved the smell as much as the food,<br />
this would be a good place to spend a couple of hours<br />
anonymously sitting, he had done so many times on operations,<br />
following suspects around cities.<br />
He ordered himself a small meal, it had a side order and he<br />
went for the corn on the cob, may as well be colourful on its way<br />
back up he thought cheerily, it was amazing what you could accept<br />
as normal after a short time. The chicken smelled lovely, he<br />
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actually felt a twinge of hunger as he began to salivate, maybe this<br />
was the better option, he thought, the gassy drink would play<br />
havoc with his innards, but he was always thirsty, so he gulped in<br />
huge mouthfuls of diet cola. Why diet he couldn’t answer, weight<br />
gain wasn’t a worry at this point but he always had drunk it, so he<br />
saw no need to change a habit of a lifetime. You couldn’t let a<br />
small thing like dying change your way of life after all.<br />
The restaurant was quite busy although very few of the diners<br />
were sitting in, this was primarily a take away and the mix of<br />
customers was like a small Petri dish of Birmingham. There were<br />
your office workers of all races on their ways home wanting a<br />
quick fix, fat families with screaming toddlers who would have<br />
fitted right in on the coach trip, a mixed group of youths, some<br />
black, some white and everything in between. They were loud and<br />
overtly brash, trying to get the attention of everyone else in the<br />
queue. There was an Asian family quietly waiting their turn,<br />
obviously wishing to avoid the attention of the rather intimidating<br />
youths. They weren’t out for any bother, Tom had known kids like<br />
this, they were just having a bite to eat and larking about, yeah,<br />
they were loud but that was youthful exuberance not aggression. If<br />
they had been quiet, he would have been more worried. He had<br />
seen the brooding angry kids before, they wanted to hurt someone,<br />
for no better reason than they had been hurt themselves somehow<br />
and wanted to get back at the world by dishing out a bit of pain.<br />
There was a pair of tourists from the east, confused by the menu<br />
but trying not to look too out of place, they had probably been<br />
advised, quite rightly, to not draw attention to the fact they were<br />
outsiders, it was the same all over the world, if you gave the<br />
impression you were fitting in, then folks tended to ignore you.<br />
The chicken was a little greasy and the southern fried coating<br />
came off in one piece as he bit into it. It was too hot really, but he<br />
had started, so he had to finish, as they once said on a TV show<br />
somewhere. He had eaten the easily digestible fries first, the salt<br />
sachet had been just enough for him. He watched agog as a fat<br />
sweaty man had poured three of them onto his fries, here he was fit<br />
as a fiddle, he had trained basically every available opportunity for<br />
the last eleven or twelve years and he was dying, this fat fucker<br />
was an advert for what not to do to survive, and he was sitting<br />
there happily ingesting a week’s worth of salt. He’d probably get<br />
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mild indigestion at the very worst, thought Tom, bloody typical.<br />
He managed to get the drumstick eaten and washed down with a<br />
few swigs of the cola, the ice had started to melt which made it<br />
taste funny but it did what he needed it to.<br />
He had eaten a lot quicker than he imagined he would. He had<br />
wanted an excuse to sit where he was for a while, he liked to watch<br />
people going about their usual business, it had been part of his job.<br />
He always amused himself with how unaware they were of the<br />
threats around them, they may have been in the company of a<br />
terrorist or a serial killer, as long as he paid for his chicken like the<br />
rest of them, they wouldn’t be interested in knowing. He used to sit<br />
there, in whatever grimy shithole he was tasked with watching,<br />
armed and alert, able to kill as many as fifteen to eighteen people,<br />
dependant on which gun he was carrying, he felt like a wolf among<br />
lambs. Yeah, he had the wool and stuff to hide himself but he was<br />
essentially a professional killer. Was, that word haunted him, he<br />
was no longer an SAS trooper, yes, he was still technically part of<br />
the regiment, they hadn’t abandoned him to his fate. He had<br />
received plenty of good wishes from the guys and stuff but he<br />
wouldn’t ever be able to experience the buzz that came with that<br />
life, he was now a civvy by any other measure and a dying one to<br />
boot.<br />
He went back up to the counter and bought an extra-large diet<br />
cola this time, it was a huge bucket like cup, almost half of which<br />
was ice. This would give him a good reason for sitting there, not<br />
that he imagined the staff, mostly young Indian looking guys, were<br />
going to turf him out. The restaurant wasn’t busy on the eat in side,<br />
and they probably could have cared less what he was up to<br />
anyway, as long as they didn’t have to interact with him they<br />
would be happy enough. There was a lull in activity and he was<br />
left alone with his thoughts, something he actively sought not to<br />
do. He had only come out at all to get away from them, by going<br />
into a busy establishment he thought he would be preoccupied by<br />
the hum drum existences of those people he had striven so hard to<br />
protect all these years, but there they were.<br />
He wanted to see Saffy, not even for her sake, to tell her about<br />
Jules, but because he truly felt she was a part of his life. As good<br />
as flesh and blood to him, and he knew she felt the same way, he<br />
wasn’t her uncle, not even remotely related but he had always been<br />
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her Uncle Tom. The connotation of the name was lost on her but<br />
not Jules, he laughed every time it was brought up. Right then he<br />
knew he would have to find her, to get in touch and let her know<br />
what had gone down both to her dad but also him. She was the<br />
only person he thought would give a shit really, there were plenty<br />
of people who were offering sympathetic platitudes but this was<br />
expected of them. Saffy would genuinely be gutted, this thought<br />
upset him, was he being selfish here? Why tell her if he knew it<br />
would upset her so much, was it attention seeking? Maybe, but he<br />
still felt compelled to see her, one last time, and if he could help<br />
heal the rift, then that was all well and good, he would fulfil his<br />
promise and salve himself in the process.<br />
It felt good to have made a decision, to have jumped in and<br />
gone for it. He had no plan in mind, didn’t have a clue where to<br />
start his search, should he see Ellen? He didn’t want to but it may<br />
give him a start. He decided he would go and see her at the<br />
weekend after his hospital appointment was over with. He didn’t<br />
envisage having to stay in Birmingham any longer than the<br />
appointed day, and he wasn’t in a rush to go back to Hereford.<br />
There would be constant reminders of what he was no longer a part<br />
of. With this all tied up in his head, he reverted back to people<br />
watching, a couple of policemen came in and had a suspicious look<br />
around as they waited for their party bucket to be filled.<br />
It was second nature to them, they would be gutted if they<br />
actually saw something for them to deal with. They were obviously<br />
on their way back to the nick with supplies. Tom had worked with<br />
the police quite a lot over the years; both here and abroad and they<br />
were the same everywhere, gone was the day of the noble soul<br />
wanting to make a difference. It was a profession now and work<br />
was work, they did as little or as much as necessary, and for the<br />
rewards offered who could blame them.<br />
The night ran away from him sitting in the cheap plastic<br />
chairs, not unlike the medical centre in Kandahar. It was almost<br />
eleven when he checked his watch. He was feeling a bit nauseous,<br />
but that was fine, he had held this meal down quite well, maybe the<br />
answer was junk food. He could live with that for his remaining<br />
time. He threw his empty cup and box of chicken bones into the<br />
overflowing bin beside the door, nodded a farewell to the young<br />
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guy behind the counter, who was amazed someone had voluntarily<br />
used the bin, and crossed over into the garishly lit reception.<br />
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Chapter Nine<br />
The street was poorly lit and although not quite dark, it was<br />
still heavily shadowed and visibility wasn’t what it should have<br />
been. There pervaded a feeling of foreboding, the few people<br />
walking the street were hunched up, heads down, unwilling to<br />
make eye contact with their fellow streetwalkers. To Tom, this was<br />
unsettling; he had known these streets as a regular visitor to Jules’s<br />
home. The area had fallen on hard times; the old feeling of<br />
community contentment was clearly no longer there, neither<br />
physically or mentally. Why it had changed was no surprise. The<br />
industrial estate was now a retail park and all the local factories<br />
had closed down. This much he could see with his own eyes, but<br />
the cause of unease that was evident in the demeanour of the locals<br />
was less obvious, and Tom was concerned that getting Saffron to<br />
come back here was unlikely to be a good move for her at all.<br />
The front gardens of some of the houses had dilapidated cars<br />
or engine parts on the scraggy patch of ground which passed for a<br />
front lawn. On others, mattresses and general household waste<br />
were strewn about, in fact of the twenty or so front gardens on the<br />
side of the road Ellen lived on, only three had anything like tidy<br />
lawns, and one of those was block paved, this one was Ellen's as it<br />
turned out. There was an old-fashioned style street lamp on the<br />
driveway, which shed a poor orange glow onto the red block<br />
paving, offering nothing but a fake sense of security, but in reality,<br />
doing nothing whatsoever. The door had an ornate iron gate in<br />
front of it with a heavy looking lock.<br />
There was an intercom type doorbell on the whitewashed wall<br />
beside the door, and it appeared to have a small camera lens at the<br />
top. Tom took a look around as he walked onto the path, a habitual<br />
action that was borne of constantly moving in and out of safe<br />
houses over the years in the province and the Balkans. The paving<br />
had a separate pathway of grey blocks leading to the door, which<br />
Tom followed as if it were a bridge. As he pressed the small silver<br />
button on the intercom, he turned and had a quick glance around,<br />
to see if he was being watched or whether his presence was raising<br />
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any attention in the small groups of walkers out on the street. No<br />
one appeared the least bit interested, but Tom knew that wasn’t<br />
necessarily the case.<br />
“Hello, who’s there?”<br />
A small light came on above the little black spot, which was<br />
the lens. Tom turned towards the lens and leaned in, “It’s Tom<br />
Ellen, Tom Goulding.”<br />
He heard a crackling sound then a click as the gate latch was<br />
released, probably a magnetic set up, the light on the intercom<br />
slowly faded as the sound of locks being undone on the heavy<br />
looking black door alerted him to movement inside. There must<br />
have been at least three deadlocks on the door, although only one<br />
Yale type keyhole on the facade itself, clearly a worried lady, Tom<br />
thought.<br />
As the door opened tentatively, he still couldn’t see Ellen. The<br />
passage was in darkness and the lamppost offered nowhere near<br />
enough illumination to see inside.<br />
“Tom, is that really you? Why are you here? I know about<br />
Jules.”<br />
He leaned toward the small crack, trying to keep his voice as<br />
low as possible. Another piece of tradecraft he hadn’t been able to<br />
avoid as habit.<br />
“Yeah it’s me Ellen, I’ve come to talk about Saffron not Jules,<br />
but I don’t want to do it on the front doorstep.”<br />
He tried to sound calm, but he was impatient to get inside. He<br />
felt exposed with his back to the street and wanted to get inside<br />
straight away. He heard her shuffling her feet and the door<br />
widened slightly to allow him into the passage.<br />
The small hallway was still dark and although he could see<br />
Ellen in front of him, he couldn’t really identify her as the woman<br />
he knew. No features were visible and it could easily have been<br />
anyone standing there, he reached out to the wall where he knew<br />
the light switch was and flicked it, a loud click, and then nothing.<br />
He looked up and saw the empty ceiling fitment, no bulb.<br />
“I took it out so I don’t accidently let anyone see in, you know<br />
when I do my milk bottles or the bins, can’t let the nosy bastards<br />
round here know anything about what you’ve got.”<br />
She turned as she spoke and opened the door behind herself<br />
that led into the kitchen diner, there was a soft glow from within,<br />
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again too little to assist in making out any details within the<br />
hallway.<br />
“They already wonder what I’ve got that needs an iron gate to<br />
protect it.”<br />
As he stepped in behind her she indicated he should close the<br />
door, a nervous almost twitchy gesture that implied an obsessive<br />
need for the door being shut.<br />
She looked terrible, that was the first thing Tom thought and<br />
tried to hide it, her usually manicured fingernails were short and<br />
bitten, she had no makeup on whatsoever. The first time Tom had<br />
ever seen her without, and her eyes were red and heavy lidded, she<br />
looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks.<br />
“Well Tom? What’s brought you to my door, you’re the last<br />
person I thought I’d see,” she fidgeted as she spoke. “I was<br />
surprised when the company commander came by, apparently I’m<br />
still on Jules’s next of kin documents, can you believe that? He<br />
never changed them after all I did.”<br />
She was nervously trying to get a cigarette out of a crumpled<br />
packet on the work surface of the messy kitchen units; the place<br />
was a mess.<br />
“That why you came? He tell you to get all his stuff back from<br />
me? I knew it wasn’t right, I never even unpacked the boxes in<br />
case you or Saffy came for them.”<br />
Tom was shocked, firstly by Ellen's appearance, then by the<br />
state of the kitchen. She was a meticulous woman all the while he<br />
had known her, both before and after her wedding to Jules. She had<br />
nagged Jules incessantly about him being a slob, which was<br />
something of a joke around the lads as he was known as being<br />
fastidious by the lads, but Ellen's standards were set even higher<br />
than that of the British Army. He was feeling a little breathless so<br />
he took a seat on a high stool beside the breakfast bar.<br />
“I’m not here for Jules’s stuff, he genuinely wanted you to be<br />
his beneficiary, the papers were only signed six weeks before we<br />
flew out.”<br />
He hoped she wasn’t paying attention to the fact he was<br />
breathing heavily and leaning on the stool.<br />
“It wasn’t an oversight, an old instruction, we did our death<br />
instructions regularly and he never took you off of his, good old<br />
Jules, always a bigger man than the rest of us.”<br />
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He wasn’t sure if this was actually correct, they did do their<br />
death instructions so it was likely a fact, but he saw no harm in<br />
making an assumption.<br />
“Was always, I think you mean.”<br />
There was a bite to her voice, a resentment that was barely<br />
concealed, the magnanimity was a last kick in her ribs from a man<br />
who was always too kind to her regardless of her behaviour.<br />
“Yeah, okay, was, if you want to be like that Ellen, but I think<br />
you could be a bit less of a shit about it,” he was enraged by her<br />
attitude.<br />
“He may have been old news to you, but he was a brother to<br />
me, so cut the fucking sniping okay?”<br />
She glowered at him for a moment, a glimpse of the old Ellen<br />
he knew well, then she receded into herself and nodded gently.<br />
“You’re right Tom, I’m sorry. He was a good husband to me<br />
as well, I may be a bitch but I knew he was too good for me long<br />
before he ever did.”<br />
“He never did see that Ellen, that’s why you were still in his<br />
thoughts right up till the end. His last thoughts were about you and<br />
Saffron, that’s why I came.”<br />
At the mention of Saffron she physically blanched, setting<br />
Tom’s instincts on alert, if she was being interrogated that would<br />
have been a big signal from the mark that they were on the right<br />
track of a guilty secret, odd, he thought for a mother to react so.<br />
He bit on this and went for her straight away.<br />
“What’s wrong Ellen? Why does me mentioning your own<br />
daughter set you on edge, and don’t bullshit me, I’m an expert at<br />
getting information remember, you just about screamed, body<br />
language wise. What’s been happening?”<br />
She fidgeted nervously, her eyes looking anywhere but at<br />
Tom, she was trying to think of a believable lie, he knew it and she<br />
would be trying hard to get him to believe it, but why? “Don’t sit<br />
there fucking about, Ellen. You aren’t going to be able to fob me<br />
off with some bollocks you’ve just thought of. I want to know<br />
what’s the big fucking deal about me mentioning Saffy all of a<br />
sudden?”<br />
Her eyes darted to the window as she leant forward and spoke<br />
almost in a whisper.<br />
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“I can’t just tell you Tom, you don’t understand, they have<br />
been spying on me, trying to get me to let on where she is, they are<br />
sneaky. I don’t know about bugging or any of that stuff, but I read<br />
online that it was pretty easy to do, you can buy the gear on Ebay<br />
and use it within hours.”<br />
She was looking over his shoulder as if she expected someone<br />
to come through the door. Tom was now on edge, “Who the fuck<br />
would be spying on you Ellen, you’re not exactly in the fucking<br />
loop anymore. No one and I mean no one gives a fuck about what<br />
you do or don’t do, and why would anyone want to know about<br />
Saffy. I know she’s off the radar at the moment, but she’s not<br />
exactly the fucking fugitive yet.”<br />
He was almost shouting in his annoyance, this stupid woman<br />
was wasting his time with a Paranoid fantasy she had concocted to<br />
fill her pathetic life with.<br />
“You don’t get it Tom, they do want Saffy, she is valuable to<br />
them, they told me she had been bad and they needed to get her<br />
back for her own safety, they even knew stuff about her university<br />
courses and things like that, they know everything.”<br />
He was well and truly pissed off by this stage and was on the<br />
verge of screaming at her to wake up and make sense.<br />
“I can show you the things they told me about, she’s been a<br />
real bad girl Tom, she’s not the innocent wide eyed girl you and<br />
Jules thought she was you know?”<br />
As she spoke, she turned her chair to face the small table with<br />
the PC on it that was behind her, the screen saver was an old photo<br />
of Ellen in a bikini. Tom had been there when it was taken and it<br />
didn’t bring back happy memories, self-centred bitch even had her<br />
own photo as her desktop, vain arsehole. She pulled the chair up<br />
close so her knees were under the table, and then began tapping out<br />
a few instructions on the keyboard. Internet explorer came up and<br />
she highlighted the address bar, she was inputting a web address<br />
with some strange symbols for a website. The screen transfixed her<br />
and he was getting impatient, he coughed and noticed small flecks<br />
of blood in the sputum on his palm, he casually ran his hand down<br />
his trouser leg, he wasn’t in the mood to explain anything to<br />
anyone and especially not Ellen.<br />
“There see? Tom it’s disgusting but you have to look, I’ve<br />
seen it and I was horrified.” On the screen was what appeared to be<br />
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a porn site, the words were not in English, it could have been<br />
Russian or possibly something Arabic, he hadn’t learned the<br />
alphabets very well and Cyrillic looked pretty similar to Arabic to<br />
him. He manoeuvred around to stand alongside her and took a<br />
close look at the screen.<br />
“What’s with the fucking porn Ellen, you can’t expect me to<br />
look at this shit, surely?” She became agitated, he was reminded of<br />
junkies he had dealt with, the furtive eyes and jerky motions, she<br />
pointed at a spot on the screen with a picture above it.<br />
“Look who that is Tom, really look, it took me a while to see<br />
it but it’s her, it’s my Saffy.”<br />
He stopped watching her and concentrated on the small image,<br />
yes sure it was a mixed race girl, and her hair was similar to how<br />
Saffy had it sometimes, but Christ, he knew at least half a dozen<br />
girls who reminded him of her. That was one of the horrible things<br />
about not seeing her, the constant reminders every time he saw<br />
someone like her.<br />
“That could be any girl with similar skin colour, the hairs<br />
always going to be afro for them ain't it, its tiny how do you expect<br />
to make a positive ID from that?”<br />
He was incredulous, “you’ve been conned Ellen, you must<br />
know she wouldn’t be involved in something like this, this sick<br />
perverted shit.”<br />
He was furious, he could feel his breathing starting to quicken<br />
and he was becoming light headed, the exertion of his anger was<br />
sapping him of strength.<br />
Ellen looked at the screen again, then back to Tom.<br />
“Listen to me, there’s more Tom, but I don’t want to see it, I<br />
can’t believe it either, but I don’t want to look again. You click on<br />
the writing and call me when you’ve seen enough to believe me,<br />
it’s horrible Tom, but you need to see it.”<br />
She got up and walked to the back of the kitchen, her face<br />
away from the screen. She managed to get another cigarette out<br />
and lit it with difficulty, her hands were shaking so much.<br />
Tom looked from the screen to her and back again, she was<br />
clearly serious in her beliefs, but he didn’t need to look to know<br />
she was wrong, did he? He pulled the chair out a little further. He<br />
was too tall for his legs to fit underneath. He twisted to the side to<br />
reach easier and clicked the mouse icon onto the weird writing.<br />
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The page started to load quickly and he had a sinking feeling as the<br />
larger picture began to build up from the top down, it worked like a<br />
fancy knitting machine, adding details as it carried on down the<br />
pane. The picture was displaying the hair first, yes, he knew the<br />
hair was similar so what, the face started to appear and he started<br />
to doubt his resolve, what was the point of looking when he knew<br />
she wasn’t going to be there on the screen, never. He turned back<br />
to see Ellen still facing away, her shame was evident, he would<br />
look once the thing had loaded and be sure in one go, not watch as<br />
it built up. He felt grubby about the whole thing anyway without<br />
the added pressure of having a woman in the room, one who he<br />
despised more than anyone. He judged he had given it enough time<br />
and turned towards the screen again, sure of what he would see.<br />
It was as if someone had smashed him in his guts with an iron<br />
bar, the air belched out of him explosively, his head swam and he<br />
fought for air, all of a sudden he could feel the cancer throbbing<br />
within, the weakness washed over him, he wanted to cry out, to<br />
scream in anger and rage. This wasn’t happening, this was some<br />
fucked up nightmare, he couldn’t even focus, that was what it was,<br />
he wasn’t seeing right.<br />
He looked back at the screen expecting to see something else,<br />
not what he had thought, he’d been tricked by Ellen into believing<br />
that what he saw was somehow familiar, there in the centre of the<br />
page was what appeared to be Saffron. She was nude, her buttocks<br />
held high towards the camera, her intimate parts exposed, her<br />
breast just visible as she looked over her shoulder, it was a pose<br />
he’d seen hundreds of times in various jazz mags and web pages.<br />
There was plenty of porn around in the military, he wasn’t a<br />
big fan but he knew stuff, and this was porn 101, there was a<br />
collection of smaller images below, he couldn’t read the words but<br />
he guessed click here for more would be just about right. It wasn’t<br />
Saffy, he told himself over and over. Yes, it was uncanny the<br />
likeness but she never had been into makeup, so he didn’t know<br />
what she would have looked like made up like a tart. He couldn’t<br />
look any further, he clicked the cross on the top right corner and<br />
the image disappeared, just like that in a blink of the eye, and it<br />
was gone, but not forgotten. It was etched into his mind, and he felt<br />
sick that he could have such an image in his head, whether it was<br />
Saffy or not, and he was still sure it wasn’t, then he should be able<br />
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to censor his own mind surely? He had the power to do this simple<br />
thing.<br />
“Do you believe me now? Now, you’ve seen what she’s gotten<br />
up to, do you get why they want her back?”<br />
He heard her as a crowing bully, the told you so was<br />
insinuated if not professed.<br />
“Fuck off Ellen, that can’t be her, she’s not like that, she<br />
wouldn’t even know where to start, for Christ’s sake you can’t<br />
believe this, this crap. I don’t need to look at a picture of a girl who<br />
yeah, looks like our Saffy, to know it’s not her.”<br />
He wanted to slap her, to make her wake up and realise this<br />
was a trick, but why would someone want to do this? What was in<br />
it for them, and how had they known enough to link this girl to<br />
Saffy, something stunk here and he wasn’t going to just sit here<br />
and accept this shit, he wanted answers, right now.<br />
He took a breath, which hurt, and resolved to push on.<br />
“Ellen, who the fuck have you been talking to? Who are these<br />
THEY, you keep speaking of? I want names, details, you can’t just<br />
get a phone call and hey presto there’s a girl who looks like your<br />
daughter on the fucking internet, with her cunt hanging out for the<br />
world to see.”<br />
She flinched at his use of the word.<br />
“You don’t just hear this sort of thing and go for it, there had<br />
to be more, there must be and you better fucking start talking now<br />
you piece of shit, because I’m gonna find whoever set this up and<br />
I’m going to fucking kill them, “ he was getting breathless as he<br />
raged. “Christ’s sake, I could fucking kill you myself right now, I<br />
bet you haven’t told the police or anyone at the Lines have you.<br />
You just sat here and cried about being spied on, you disgust me as<br />
much as that filth.”<br />
He had stood and moved across the room toward her, he was<br />
twice her size and she cowered under his onslaught. She couldn’t<br />
have known the cost this was taking on him, he was struggling to<br />
stay upright and his lungs were burning, it was only the adrenaline<br />
of his anger that kept him from falling down where he stood.<br />
“They said they’d kill her if I called anyone, I wanted to, God<br />
help me, don’t you think I wanted to, but she isn’t safe and I<br />
couldn’t risk them hurting her, even after she’d done this horrible<br />
thing, she is still my, our Saffy.”<br />
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Tom had stopped and leant back against another stool for<br />
support.<br />
“Why do you believe them, what do you see I can’t, yes it’s a<br />
good likeness but I don’t see anything conclusive, nothing that<br />
would have me even for a second, believing this crazy shit.”<br />
She was weeping and dabbed at her eyes as she looked Tom in<br />
the face, a steeliness that wasn’t there before.<br />
“You saw one picture Tom, you didn’t look at the others and<br />
there are lots of others, I know my girl, I powdered her and washed<br />
her every day for years.”<br />
She was weeping by now.<br />
“I bathed her and clothed her, she has marks on her that only I<br />
would know about, things unique to her, they’re there Tom, I’ve<br />
seen them. I’d know them without looking, no one else could know<br />
that sort of thing Tom, they couldn’t have faked it, and it’s her. I<br />
don’t like it any more than you, but I know it’s her.”<br />
She met his gaze and held it for a moment, was she relishing<br />
the point proven, he thought there was something there but it was<br />
gone as quickly as it had come.<br />
“Are you trying to tell me that you are 100 percent certain,<br />
beyond all shadow of any fucking doubt that that’s Saffron<br />
DeSavery, your own daughter displaying herself to the world on<br />
that web site, you’re totally sure Ellen?”<br />
She sobbed as she nodded, a gentle rock of the head barely<br />
perceptible but there nonetheless. Tom sat back into the stool, all<br />
his resolve destroyed. His certainty, fragile as it had been, was<br />
gone forever. He had known, he didn’t want to admit it even now,<br />
but he was in some way aware. His heart was racing and he<br />
couldn’t take in enough air, the pain was tearing through him but<br />
he couldn’t let her see his vulnerability, not her of all people.<br />
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Chapter Ten<br />
Ellen was looking at Tom, her tears replaced by uncertainty.<br />
What was wrong with him, was it the shock, had he just been pole<br />
axed by it all? Maybe he needed a second to get his breath back?<br />
His anger seemed to have melted away. She leaned toward<br />
him about to offer some solace for the pain he was going through.<br />
She had felt the same, no worse, it was her child. She knew he<br />
loved her as much as anything in the world. As her hand was<br />
creeping towards his arm, she jumped out of her skin as her mobile<br />
phone broke the intensity of the moment. Her ringtone was some<br />
crappy R&B song.<br />
Tom was aware of the sound, but couldn’t get his head into<br />
gear. Was it the shock or his illness that was laying him low?<br />
Ellen reached into her handbag, which hung from a chair and<br />
pulled the glowing phone out. She looked at the screen and cried<br />
out. She physically jumped and dropped the phone onto the<br />
linoleum, it bounced once and lay there still kicking out some<br />
bump and grind anthem that was wholly unsuitable for a woman in<br />
her mid-forties.<br />
“It’s them,” she said.<br />
Her hands wringing as she spoke, her nerves were obvious<br />
even in Toms weakened state. He tried to reach down to pick up<br />
the ringing mobile but he wasn’t able, it was a stretch and he felt<br />
too unsteady to risk the movement.<br />
Ellen was just shaking, clenching and unclenching her fists.<br />
“For fuck sake, Ellen pick it up, I need to know who these<br />
cunts are, don’t just fucking look at it.”<br />
She was startled by his abruptness, and tentatively retrieved<br />
the phone, the song had begun again and Tom was silently thankful<br />
she didn’t have a divert or message service set up. She looked at<br />
the screen, holding the phone out in front of her as if it was<br />
diseased or something.<br />
He grabbed it from her probably a little too roughly, but he<br />
was beyond niceties. His whole world was being turned upside<br />
down and whoever was on the end of this call, was in receipt of a<br />
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great deal more information than he had right now and that wasn’t<br />
acceptable.<br />
“Hello, who is this?”<br />
He tried to control his voice, he wanted to sound as if he was<br />
clueless, that he had just chanced upon Ellen's phone ringing and<br />
answered for her.<br />
“Hello, this is Ellen's phone, are you still there?” there was a<br />
brief pause, he thought they might disconnect but then they spoke.<br />
“Yes, my friend. I was ringing for Helena, yes, you put her on.<br />
She will want to speak to me I think, yes?”<br />
Eastern European was his first thought, it made sense of the<br />
Cyrillic on the website, he handed the phone to Ellen and he<br />
mouthed the words speakerphone as she accepted it. Shaking her<br />
head, trying to refuse the call, he put his hand over the area he<br />
judged the microphone.<br />
“Just fucking talk to him, I need to know what the fucks going<br />
on and he seems to be the go to man right now. Put the loud<br />
speaker on and do as I say.”<br />
She looked at the screen for a moment and pressed a button,<br />
Tom could now here some background noise, he was in a bar or<br />
club, but not in the main room, a toilet or office maybe.<br />
“Hello, Helena are you there? It is me, Saffy’s friend, Yuri,<br />
You remember, we speak last week, yes?”<br />
She was shaking and her voice quivered as she replied, “Yes, I<br />
remember you, Yuri is it? Yes, of course, what do you want, it’s<br />
quite late to be calling.”<br />
Tom nodded to encourage her, this was a good tack to take,<br />
not surprised just aggravated by him, it would put him on the back<br />
foot he hoped.<br />
“Sorry, I work only late shift, yes. This is my time for<br />
working, I call to see if you hear from Saf, she no speak to us and I<br />
worried still, you understand? You seen her web photos? We need<br />
to find her, yes?”<br />
Ellen was physically exhausted by the last half hour and she<br />
wanted to throw the phone away.<br />
“No love, not yet. I will send you a message at the address you<br />
gave me. I have it here don’t worry. Do you know anything else,<br />
like who she might have gone with, anything like that.”?<br />
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Tom was encouraging her as she spoke; his mind was racing<br />
with possibilities. He wasn’t at work, but that didn’t mean he<br />
couldn’t use some of the same techniques did it?<br />
“We know nothing, except she gone and in trouble maybe,<br />
you not speak to police do you? Or anyone else, like your friend<br />
there?”<br />
Was it a coincidence they had rung at that exact moment or<br />
were there eyes on the house? Tom was weighing up the odds,<br />
hoping his head was clear enough to get something from this call.<br />
“No, he’s just a friend of my ex’s. Just come to pick up some<br />
stuff he left behind, I haven’t told anyone, like you said.”<br />
“Ok, good, yes very good, and your friend his name, what is it.<br />
Maybe Saffy has told me about him.”<br />
He shook his head as she looked at him for direction, he<br />
mouth Mick and she nodded,<br />
“He’s Mick, a work mate, he never really had anything to do<br />
with her, she wouldn’t have spoken about him, I wouldn’t have<br />
thought anyway.”<br />
“Ah, this is not Tom, her father’s friend then? I think maybe it<br />
was him. She talks about him to me, very good man, dangerous too<br />
like her father, yes. She likes him very much, you not spoken to<br />
him, have you? That would be bad for everyone, you understand,<br />
yes?”<br />
Tom decided he needed to do something or the call would end<br />
without anything of use, it depended on whether he could get some<br />
outside help and he wasn’t sure where that would come from just<br />
yet.<br />
He pulled the phone off of Ellen and began to speak, “Listen,<br />
Yuri is it? I think you may have been wrong about all this, and I<br />
just wanted to check you had the right track. You say that Saffy is<br />
a friend of yours, but you tell her mother to look at a pornographic<br />
website. Then, you tell her to keep quiet and tell only you if she<br />
gets in touch, can you see why this might be a little difficult to<br />
understand mate, can you?”<br />
There was another pause, he was trying to think on his feet<br />
and this usually meant a mistake was on the cards, most people<br />
aren’t smart enough to tell believable lies without preparation.<br />
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“I think maybe this is Tom. We thought you would come<br />
eventually, maybe we expect you sooner, but still now you come<br />
and we want you to stay out of this thing,”<br />
Tom looked at Ellen; she looked frightened.<br />
“We deal with Helena, she her mother, she wants her safe, you<br />
are nothing, just a friend, why you so interested,” Yuri laughed.<br />
“Maybe, you like the pictures of her, yes?<br />
“You think maybe you’d like her back for yourself? She very<br />
beautiful and she is not your family. There would be nothing<br />
against law in this you think, you should stay out, yes?” Tom was<br />
enraged by the suggestion, as was intended, but he kept his<br />
composure, “You’re right on one thing Yuri, this is Tom. On the<br />
rest of it you’re miles out I’m afraid. I’m a little pissed off you<br />
would suggest such a thing but you don’t know me so I will let this<br />
go for now.”<br />
Ellen was looking worried by his tone, he could be winding<br />
them up and making things worse.<br />
“Just explain to me how you know Saffron? How did she end<br />
up on that site? Do you go to the uni as well? No, I don’t think<br />
that’s it, maybe a work colleague? Do you serve coffee with a<br />
smile, Yuri? Is that your job? I’m not feeling that one either.”<br />
There was a little chuckle in response and the background<br />
noise suddenly increased then dropped away again, so he was in<br />
another room where the door led into a bar of some sort, this was<br />
useful to know, if he could get some technical help from outside.<br />
“So we know you’re not from work don’t we? Are you a<br />
photographer then? Maybe you took the pictures and have a bit of<br />
a crush on our Saffy, you wouldn’t be the first to fall for her, is it<br />
something like that Yuri?”<br />
He laughed down the line, then he spoke to someone, whoever<br />
had opened and closed the door. It was in Russian, which Tom had<br />
studied a few years back but it was heavily accented, he thought he<br />
got the gist, but could be wrong. Something about going in and<br />
getting them, he definitely heard the word back; they were<br />
planning something even as he spoke. Tom immediately jumped<br />
up to look into the darkness outside; the rear wall put the whole<br />
garden into darkness. It wasn’t a huge patch, just twenty or so feet<br />
deep by the same wide. There was a back gate but it was still shut,<br />
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the house was terraced so there was no side gate just next doors<br />
party wall.<br />
“Yuri, you’re not being very helpful, are you mate? Maybe<br />
you should allow me to come and see you, where are you? Leeds<br />
maybe, Manchester even? Just give me a postcode and I’ll Satnav<br />
it and be there in no time.”<br />
He knew it was a load of bullshit but he needed time to think,<br />
if they were within striking distance he had to prepare without<br />
alerting them to the fact he was ready.<br />
“Sorry my friend, I feel like we friend because we both close<br />
to Saffron, yes? But I am a long way from you right now, but<br />
maybe we see you soon if you lucky.”<br />
He was half laughing at his insinuation believing Tom was<br />
unaware of the planned events. This was easy for whoever he had<br />
sent to watch Ellen’s house, even with her security doors she was<br />
vulnerable at the back where the doors were nothing more than<br />
glass and plastic. He hoped to keep him talking long enough to<br />
hear them crash in on them, he was disappointed.<br />
Tom clicked end call and threw it to Ellen, she just managed<br />
to pull it from the air.<br />
“Get onto the old bill, tell them nothing other than we are<br />
being threatened with a home invasion, play up the drama, it’ll get<br />
them running a little faster than usual.”<br />
As he spoke, he was running his hands over the handles of the<br />
blades in Ellen expensive looking knife block, pulling out two big<br />
ones. The cleaver would be useless to him but Ellen might be able<br />
to get some use out of it. He put it onto the worktop beside her as<br />
she practically screamed in hysteria to the 999 operator. The blades<br />
were better than nothing, and he felt dangerously overmatched at<br />
that point. He was sure there would be at least two X-rays and they<br />
may be armed, if as he suspected they were Russians they may<br />
well be packing heavy heat.<br />
The garden was still too dark to make out any movement, as<br />
they waited for any sign that they were trying to gain entry he tried<br />
to calm Ellen down. Her panicking would be a major handicap in a<br />
close quarters battle, his training was a distinct advantage though.<br />
He was worried he wouldn’t have the strength he’d need to get the<br />
job done, but this was survival, not just for him, there was Ellen<br />
and most important of all, Saffy.<br />
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Tom had decided to turn all the lights off to give them a<br />
chance to see the attackers and also obscure their own location. He<br />
tried to reassure Ellen he was on the ball and wouldn’t let her die,<br />
Jules would have expected him to take care of Ellen. The ambient<br />
light was better inside and they ducked down in case they could be<br />
seen and give away the element of surprise.<br />
His Russian was poor, but he’d done recon on a mafia figure<br />
in the past, and he had picked up a few key phrases. When they<br />
came, Tom was starting to flag a bit. He was breathing far too<br />
loudly. He imagined everybody with ears within 50 yards could<br />
hear his noisy intake.<br />
They made so much noise he was easily missed in their rush to<br />
steam in through the back door. Only two were taking part in this<br />
bit of the operation but they looked formidable. The leading player<br />
was tall, not quite as tall as Tom, with big broad shoulders, and his<br />
hair was cut into a French style crop. He was showing a few tattoos<br />
on his bare forearm and around his neck. The second was cut from<br />
the same cloth, big and brawny again, his short sleeves showed<br />
tattoos. They leapt the six-foot fence and realising they could be<br />
seen, they rushed forward and without missing a step, put a size<br />
thirteen boot into the back door, causing it to smash inward with a<br />
tremendous crash, sending chards of the supposedly safe glass<br />
flying into the kitchen.<br />
The darkness in the room was different to outside, so they<br />
paused a moment to get themselves acclimatised.<br />
Tom used the element of surprise to reach forward and grab<br />
the leader, lifting the big chopping knife and punching it into his<br />
lower abdomen. The wound was most likely fatal, he hadn’t<br />
considered not using such an aggressive manoeuvre. This was<br />
something he was excellent at, and he wanted to send a message<br />
back to, Yuri. He had called the cavalry in and the first assailant<br />
was down groaning heavily.<br />
Tom disengaged and ducked out of sight for a moment, he had<br />
his trusty carving knife primed and ready to go to work on bogey<br />
number two.<br />
The second man had slowed down due to the attack on his<br />
comrade. He entered the room slowly, realising he would be reliant<br />
only on himself.<br />
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The English soldier was in fact very tough. He was bottling it,<br />
his heart was racing and he shook with nerves.<br />
The assailant pulled what appeared to be a firearm from his<br />
inside pocket.<br />
Ellen, who was pressed up against the pillar separating the<br />
room into two halves, panicked, she swung her cleaver down onto<br />
the man’s arm. He was yelling in pain as Tom stepped up from his<br />
crouching position, the exertion nearly finishing him and stuck the<br />
first of his blades into his chest, while he rammed the other one up<br />
under his chin. Blooded poured from the wound to his head, while<br />
Tom had to turn the knife to release the one in the chest.<br />
The first assailant was down for good, but still breathing. He<br />
was groaning in pain as Tom hit the light switch to get a better<br />
look. There was a faint sound of sirens coming from over the<br />
garden wall.<br />
“Ellen, go out front and scream and wail a bit, I need to talk to<br />
my big friend here before he bleeds out.”<br />
She looked down at the big muscled man, she was still in<br />
shock, she had cut someone. There had been guns and stabbing and<br />
blood. This wasn’t her world; she knew what Jules was but never<br />
considered this as anything she would ever see for herself.<br />
“Don’t just stand there woman, fucking move, I need as long<br />
as you can get me, understand.”<br />
She nodded, and headed out into her hall. She was glad to be<br />
out of there and once she opened the front door, toiling away at the<br />
locks for a moment, the fresh air was a blessing. Tom picked up<br />
one of the knives and moved to kneel over the prone henchman,<br />
“So, not quite as simple as you thought to take me on, was it?”<br />
The Russian looked up barely able to hear, being preoccupied<br />
with the excruciating pain in his stomach.<br />
Tom grabbed his head, finding no purchase with his hair. He<br />
caught hold of the neck, dragging it up to meet his baleful glare.<br />
“Who is this Yuri? Where does he live? You start talking and<br />
you may survive until the ambulance gets here, start talking you<br />
fucking mug.”<br />
He took the knife and shoved it into his shoulder, the man<br />
screamed, unable to control himself. Tom smelt the urine, he shook<br />
his head in disgust.<br />
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“This how you thought you’d end up? <strong>Dying</strong> at the hands of a<br />
sick frail man, and for what, to keep Yuri safe. You need to start<br />
thinking about how much you want to live mate, cos I’m not going<br />
to stop until either you tell me what I want to know, or you die.<br />
Don’t misunderstand me mate, you won’t be the first.”<br />
The Russian spoke a few words, not in English and too quiet<br />
for him to hear above the now much louder sirens. He had a few<br />
minutes’ tops, and wasn’t going to waste this chance at<br />
information.<br />
“Speak up comrade, and in fucking English, you cunt, I<br />
haven’t got all fucking day.”<br />
He pushed the knife in a bit harder and twisted the blade<br />
slightly.<br />
“He in London, he has big club, very famous for my people,<br />
please stop, you not have to kill me, I tell you, no problem, please<br />
stop.”<br />
Tom eased off the blade, leant in his face mere inches from his<br />
prey. “Where? London’s a big fucking place pal, you’ve told me<br />
nothing yet, I need details. Is he the big boss or was it someone<br />
else, he a leader or a follower?”<br />
The man was failing fast, he would be losing pints of blood<br />
very quickly and Tom wasn’t in the mood to offer first aid.<br />
“Come on brother, start talking. I’m losing my patience here.”<br />
“I told you London, near to Soho, I don’t know name of street,<br />
but it near Soho. Yuri my boss but he has boss also, Vitaly, he<br />
called Vitaly and he very bad man, you be very scared if he want<br />
you dead, he very bad.”<br />
He let the man go, removing the blade just as a policeman in a<br />
high visibility jacket steamed in, screaming at Tom to step back<br />
from the victim. He duly obliged, even going as far as kneeling<br />
without being asked. In truth, he was dead on his feet but he<br />
managed to speak quickly, explaining he was with the householder<br />
when they attacked. It took a few minutes of too-ing and fro-ing to<br />
ascertain his position in the scheme of things.<br />
He wasn’t immediately released, but they were much more<br />
interested in the two dead Russians. Tom’s informant finally<br />
giving up the ghost before the medics could do anything, he was<br />
dead from the moment he’d been stabbed. The wound was meant<br />
to be fatal, they didn’t train the SAS to maim people, did they?<br />
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Tom was taken back to the local nick, he had killed two men<br />
after all and although they were both carrying pistols, there was<br />
procedure and questions to be answered, and maybe even charges<br />
to be laid. He was grateful to be away from Ellen for the time<br />
being, he knew the FME would give him some treatment, pain<br />
killers and the like and he wasn’t worried about a night in the cells,<br />
he hadn’t sourced any accommodation anyway.<br />
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Chapter Eleven<br />
The radio was thumping through the paper-thin walls of the<br />
refuge. Her nearest neighbour had a young baby and was awake<br />
early, so apparently was everyone else now. She had decided to<br />
soothe her little cherub with the dulcet tones of Cheryl Crowe’s<br />
Sweet child of mine she had slept eventually, her exhaustion had<br />
finally taken over and given her dreamless sleep for three hours,<br />
she would have gone longer, but little baby Chloe had woken up<br />
the stupid thoughtless cow next door.<br />
She felt a little sick and climbed out of the single bed, it<br />
looked like the type you got for a kids room. Formica style wood<br />
surrounded the mattress, usually to stop little Johnny from rolling<br />
out in the night. It wasn’t the worst she had slept in, but she was<br />
hoping to not be here too much longer.<br />
The bathroom was along the hall, it was early and despite the<br />
pop concert coming out of the next room, most of the other girls<br />
were still in bed. It was quiet as she padded along bare foot to the<br />
glaringly white bathroom. There was a sterile smell in the room<br />
which made her want to wretch, the refuge was technically a<br />
medical facility and the bathroom had been decked out exactly like<br />
a hospital, with a panic button and a ‘help needed’ draw string<br />
hanging above the bath itself.<br />
She couldn’t hold on any longer and vomited into the toilet<br />
pan, it was mainly hot acrid bile, and it hurt her throat as she<br />
gagged. The smell was making her wretch again in a seemingly<br />
endless circle of gagging, smelling, and gagging. This was the<br />
third day in a row she’d been sick, she hadn’t had a period for<br />
ages, the drugs caused that according to few of the more sensible<br />
girls she met, but this was worrying her, she couldn’t be pregnant<br />
could she?<br />
Yes, she had been sexually active but not necessarily<br />
consensually and she wouldn’t be that unlucky as to fall pregnant<br />
by Vitaly. Surely, God wouldn’t be so cruel. He had clearly<br />
forsaken her, but even he wouldn’t be so unreservedly evil to her.<br />
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She finished with the toilet and flushed the stinking yellow<br />
muck away. She stood and looked into the huge mirror mounted<br />
upon the wall opposite the toilet, not over the basin, which would<br />
have made sense, but this was the NHS, so sense wasn’t required<br />
was it?<br />
She was pale, her beautiful complexion she had been so proud<br />
of was gone, she looked more yellow than brown, and the rings<br />
around her eyes made her look as if she’d been in a fight. It was a<br />
wonder the woman hadn’t doubted her story, she hadn’t asked for<br />
any corroboration from anyone else, she accepted her version of<br />
events, which was highly edited to avoid any involvement with the<br />
police.<br />
Fiona had been lovely to her and she had felt so emotional.<br />
Just the fact she had accepted her without any outward judgement<br />
meant everything to her right now. She had known unconditional<br />
love from her parents and probably Tom as well, but she had left<br />
that behind. No longer would they see her as the same girl they had<br />
felt so strongly for, she was evil and disgusting and they would be<br />
ashamed to be associated with her. No one cared anymore and she<br />
would have to accept this, she was alone but she had Fiona for<br />
now. She would help her and get her to where she needed to be.<br />
What if she was pregnant though, would that change things?<br />
Could they decide to pass her on to someone else, did they have to<br />
know who the father was and tell him what was happening? She<br />
remembered they had rights these days, but did that include before<br />
the baby was born? These thoughts frightened her but she knew<br />
better than to worry, it might just be a bug and Fiona was a good<br />
woman, she would help her, it was more than just a job to her,<br />
Saffy was sure of it.<br />
After a quick shallow bath, she got dressed. Her appointment<br />
was at nine and she made herself some toast in the big communal<br />
kitchen on the ground floor. There were a couple of other women<br />
there and they were mooching about making cups of tea and some<br />
toast, etc., not speaking to each other. Clearly nervous and<br />
uncomfortable in other people’s company, she understood exactly<br />
where they were coming from and joined them in their misery,<br />
moving around within reach of each other, yet managing to avoid<br />
eye contact, in fact any contact at all.<br />
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The toast was brown bread, which she was happy about. When<br />
she had been in her digs she had loved to toast brown bread with<br />
marmite for a late afternoon snack. She had asked Vitaly for some<br />
when she was there, but he never got her any. She knew why, he<br />
didn’t want her to have anything she might actually enjoy, so he<br />
had deprived her even the smallest of creature comforts.<br />
It hadn’t been a terrible jail to live in, the modern décor and<br />
high spec facilities, flat screen TV and super-duper sound system.<br />
A huge specially made bed and walk in shower, but it had been a<br />
jail, nonetheless. She couldn’t leave when she wanted to. If he was<br />
there he controlled the music and television shows they watched or<br />
listened to, he controlled the food they ate and even the drugs they<br />
took to the finest of detail. He didn’t shop himself, he would get<br />
Eva to do it, but he wrote his list, with strict instructions on what to<br />
get and who from.<br />
One of the girls dropped a plate as she walked towards the<br />
sink, the clanging made them all jump and the girl herself cowered,<br />
awaiting the habitual slap she would have got for such a<br />
transgression at home. To cover their embarrassment they smiled<br />
at each other and shrugged. Fiona stuck her head around the door<br />
of the kitchen and smiled at Saffy.<br />
“Hi love, we’re in the small sitting room this morning OK, if<br />
you want to grab another coffee you can bring it with you, I’ve just<br />
got to check in with Ann Marie.”<br />
Saffy found herself smiling back, she had liked her from the<br />
get go and nothing had happened to change her mind about her.<br />
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute, just getting a refill.”<br />
Fiona was only a few years older than Saffy, but she looked<br />
much older, she was of Irish stock with long wavy red hair and<br />
pale freckled skin, a typical Paddy, her mum had always said. She<br />
had been in a terrible relationship while at university. Her<br />
Jamaican boyfriend had been a heavy drug taker and used to beat<br />
her, if he couldn’t get high, or she failed to predict his mood well<br />
enough.<br />
She was a vastly intelligent young lady with huge potential,<br />
yet she was trapped by this abusive relationship just as easily as a<br />
silly slip of a girl might be. She had finally managed to get away<br />
from him after a particularly serious beating, putting her in a<br />
hospital for almost a week. The A&E nurses had rung the police<br />
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and she had been talked into pressing charges, he had tried to resist<br />
arrest and assaulted a police officer, it was for this he was<br />
eventually imprisoned for.<br />
Her case was deemed not in the public interests by the crown<br />
prosecution service. The whole, thing had left an indelible mark on<br />
her and she decided to move into the field of victim support,<br />
feeling her own experiences would be a boon in helping others in<br />
her position.<br />
It had been frustrating and this had taken a toll on her, adding<br />
wrinkles long before their due date. She had seen girls walk out of<br />
the system and straight into the lion’s den, some had died, others<br />
were still there, trying to live a life in the face of despicably<br />
horrible violence. She hoped this time she could do some real<br />
good, it did happen and it was a wonderful thing to know she had<br />
helped some girls.<br />
Saffy seemed to be bright and aware of her situation, and this<br />
was one that she felt she could win. That’s how she looked at it,<br />
wins and loses. There were too few wins in her league table and<br />
she wanted to start to change that, and this time she was hopeful<br />
for a result, but she had been wrong before.<br />
Saffy was already sitting on one of the big green armchairs in<br />
the dayroom, the smaller of the two social areas in the refuge. It<br />
was often used for these private sessions as it was less clinical than<br />
a formal interview room, and the girls seemed to relax in the<br />
comfortable surroundings.<br />
“Hi Love, you feeling okay this morning? Get a goodnight’s<br />
sleep?”<br />
Saffy smiled and shook her head, “ Not really, there’s a<br />
dripping pipe or something, it kept me awake most of the night,<br />
and when I did get some sleep the silly cow next door cranked up<br />
her radio to full blast, I wanted to go and kill her at one point.”<br />
Fiona gave her a tap on the shoulder as she sat in the adjacent<br />
chair. She didn’t do the opposing seating arrangements favoured<br />
by many of her peers, it was too much like a grilling and she<br />
wanted to make her girls feel cared for not under suspicion.<br />
“Well, we can hopefully get you moved to somewhere a little<br />
quieter soon, they usually only take mothers with kids here, the<br />
room you’re in is used by older kids who aren’t appropriate to<br />
sleep with their siblings, sorry if it felt a bit childish in there.”<br />
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Saffy shrugged her shoulders, “It’s a safe place to sleep Fiona,<br />
that’s all I care about right now, safety.”<br />
The older woman smiled sympathetically, she could imagine<br />
the feeling it must have evoked, just knowing you wouldn’t be<br />
disturbed by an evil bully who had decided it was your turn for a<br />
beating. She hesitated a second knowing this bit could be hard for<br />
Saffy.<br />
“Listen, I know we covered some of this ground yesterday at<br />
the medical centre, and you had to speak to the on duty lady as<br />
well, but I need to have a record of events to make a case for you<br />
to be given priority on the list. It’s a pain I know love, but it’s got<br />
to be done.” Saffy looked a little nervous but nodded.<br />
“So, can we start from the beginning again, I’ve done your<br />
personal information. It’s just what’s been going on that brought<br />
you here.”<br />
Saffy took a deep breath, she had gone over what she would<br />
say in her head a dozen times in the night, but it felt wrong lying to<br />
Fiona, she would understand, wouldn’t she? There would be no<br />
judgement from that corner she was sure.<br />
“Well, I met Vitaly about a year or so ago. I worked in a<br />
coffee shop and he came in a couple of times and asked me out.<br />
We met up a few times and everything was really nice, you know,<br />
he was a gentleman, never even tried to kiss me other than on the<br />
cheek. I was infatuated by him, you just don’t meet men like that<br />
in the real world do you?”<br />
Fiona nodded, “You’d be amazed how many girls tell a similar<br />
story, the almost perfect gent who turns out to be an utter bastard,<br />
don’t be embarrassed Saffron, it’s what they do, it’s like a form of<br />
grooming.”<br />
Saffy looked at the opposite wall; there was a poster for<br />
Childline, and another for a helpline for drug users. She was torn<br />
on what to reveal and what to keep to herself, and what about the<br />
fact she may be pregnant? Would that screw things up for her, she<br />
just had to trust Fiona and hope for the best.<br />
She told her about that first incident, the use of Rohypnol to<br />
get her to “service “The businessmen. Vitaly had used that to make<br />
a pretty penny in the end. He bragged that there would be no new<br />
Russian football club owners for a while, he had laughed long and<br />
hard over that particular scam. She spoke of the drugs she had used<br />
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to help her forget, the sudden need that had taken her by surprise.<br />
She hadn’t thought pills could be so addictive, she didn’t even<br />
know what they were. The girls had called them Heaven, because<br />
you were in the clouds for the short time they worked. She had<br />
started to join the other girls in a line of speed every now and then,<br />
just to liven things up. The side effect of Heaven was lethargy, and<br />
speed was the obvious answer.<br />
She briefly touched on her foray into online chat rooms,<br />
where she had demeaned herself for the pleasure of men from all<br />
corners of the world. This had been quite lightweight really, just<br />
some nudity and rubbing herself to order, it was degrading, but she<br />
could pay her way, except she was missing lectures and getting<br />
behind on her work.<br />
Libby her flatmate, had started nagging her about the hours<br />
she was keeping and her constant lateness with her share of the<br />
rent. They had fallen out and it had seemed sensible to move in<br />
with Vitaly, it was free and very flash. That had been the start of<br />
the real problems, although many would have seen everything up<br />
to that point as bad enough. Vitaly loved drugs, he took all sorts of<br />
stuff, never heaven though she noted, but he would smoke heroin<br />
and snort cocaine everyday he could. He was all business until a<br />
certain point in the evening, then he went for it, and he badgered<br />
her into joining him. If she refused he would go mental, throwing<br />
things about and threaten her with all sorts. She eventually joined<br />
him and after a while, looked forward to the release the drugs gave<br />
her.<br />
Then things got really bad. One day he started on at her, she<br />
was a waste of space, did nothing to bring in any money and she<br />
would have to pull her weight from now on. The chat room stuff<br />
wasn’t enough anymore and she would have to work like the other<br />
girls in the pink elephant. Not the dancing or hooking, but the<br />
photographs and stuff. She had pleaded to be left as she was, but<br />
he withdrew the drugs and she succumbed to his will.<br />
The first photo shoot had been terrible, they were in an<br />
abandoned warehouse in east London, it was freezing cold, which<br />
apparently meant the nipple would be hard, good for the shots, and<br />
the photographer had been a filthy letch. She was made to sit in a<br />
number of compromising poses, then lie on her back and go<br />
through another raft of manoeuvres, finally on all fours. He would<br />
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walk over and pull her legs further apart, having a good feel in the<br />
process. She had been given some heroin half way through and<br />
was unaware of most of what happened. When she came to her<br />
senses, Yuri was there to pick her up and the photographer was<br />
laughing away to him as they looked at the shots on his laptop. The<br />
ache in her inner thighs told her all she needed to know. Yet again,<br />
she had been used while in a stupor. Her shame was eased by a<br />
dose of Heaven and it amazed her how easily she shrugged it off<br />
this time. Out of spite she told Vitaly but he seemed to care less,<br />
she had hoped to see the photographer punished.<br />
The pattern continued with Vitaly using her as a honey trap for<br />
unsuspecting businessmen, and some time porn star. If she even<br />
tried to protest, he would beat her mercilessly and she would be<br />
made to do it again. She thought the bruises would make the<br />
photos useless but there was a market for this sort of thing<br />
apparently, and if she didn’t behave he would make a snuff film<br />
with her. She knew what that meant and never imagined he’d do it,<br />
but she soon learnt he was capable of anything, quite literally.<br />
One of the girls in the Pink Elephant had met a boy. He was<br />
delivering drinks on a regular basis and she would be in the bar<br />
area eating her breakfast or having a cheeky fag, they started to say<br />
hello and things moved on. They started to text each other and she<br />
had expressed a desire to leave the club and be with him, she<br />
wasn’t stupid, she didn’t mention it to Yuri, but one of the other<br />
girls had been trying to earn some brownie points and let it slip.<br />
The young man was found beaten to death in a south London alley,<br />
no suspects, it hadn’t been a mugging and the police were drawing<br />
a blank as to motive.<br />
The girl had gone missing as well. There was a rumour she<br />
was in a brothel in the north, but this was never confirmed. The<br />
message was clear, you didn’t decide to leave, you were there until<br />
you became useless to them and no one knew of anyone who had<br />
managed to get to that point before.<br />
Things had settled into a routine by this point, there were the<br />
drugs, the beatings, then the seedier and seedier stuff. What had<br />
been terrible at the start began to seem acceptable in comparison.<br />
She went from being alone, to having another girl with her. They<br />
would be pictured touching each other, kissing, simulating sex, and<br />
the other girls were no more comfortable than she was, but they<br />
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were in the same boat, the punishment for failure to obey was too<br />
serious to be considered. They did what was required and took<br />
whatever they were given to dull the emotional pain they felt.<br />
Then it got worse, men were brought in. There was still<br />
usually another girl, usually very blonde and pale, they wanted to<br />
have a distinctive look to their sets, the dark beauty alongside the<br />
pale. The men were just pieces of meat that the girls were made to<br />
fellate and engage in sex with, usually at very odd angles to<br />
facilitate the camera. Saffy had fought her corner on this one, even<br />
tried to appeal to Vitaly’s jealousy, how could he share her with<br />
another man? What did that say about him? This had angered him<br />
more than usual, he not only beat her, but also got Yuri in to rape<br />
her. He watched as she screamed, he had made his point. Her<br />
favours were his to give away and he cared nothing for exclusivity,<br />
she was a product, one he himself enjoyed, but nothing more.<br />
It was at one of these photo shoots, which by now had video<br />
streaming on the Internet as well, someone somewhere wanted to<br />
watch the shoot and would pay good money for the pleasure.<br />
That’s when she met Eva. She was a gorgeous Lithuanian girl, tall<br />
and curvy with long blonde hair. It was a natural colour, which was<br />
borne out by her almost invisible pubic hair.<br />
They hit it off straight away. It had been just them on this<br />
shoot and they had shared a line of speed before starting and tried<br />
to laugh off the humiliation together. Their chemistry on screen<br />
was obvious and their contrast made them a good match. They<br />
worked together often and when Eva started to be Yuri’s favourite<br />
girl they got to spend more time together, even going to Oxford<br />
Street on occasions when Vitaly was out of town on work.<br />
Eva was tasked with doing Vitaly’s errands around the West<br />
End, he didn’t want Saffy wandering about, maybe bumping into<br />
any old uni friends and getting ideas about leaving. She hadn’t<br />
even thought about it up to that point, the fear and need for drugs<br />
outweighing any desire for freedom, just to think of this made her<br />
mad as hell, but that was life for her at that moment.<br />
Life progressed in much the same vein. She became immune<br />
to the emotions her degradation should have brought her. Eva<br />
made things easier, and their camaraderie was a shining light in a<br />
dark world she found herself in. Her need for drugs was increasing,<br />
she didn’t think of herself as an addict but she was. Vitaly was<br />
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often preoccupied with business, leaving much of the day-to-day<br />
stuff to Yuri, who seemed to like Saffy. The fact he had<br />
participated in her rape and general exploitation didn’t seem to<br />
occur to him, he would get them anything they needed. Pleasing<br />
Eva was seemingly important to him and she was convinced he<br />
had fallen for her, that she was different from the other girls, to<br />
him at least.<br />
The work was pretty regular, but even this made it bearable. It<br />
became routine and being penetrated by these men for the<br />
gratification of other men was just something she had to do to get<br />
her drugs. The girls spent a lot of time fantasising about life<br />
beyond this world but it was just that, fantasy, at least to Saffron.<br />
Unfortunately Eva had let things grow further in her head, she<br />
imagined Yuri was in love with her, that he would like to be free of<br />
this life as well. To her chagrin, Saffy had said nothing to dissuade<br />
her, she even bought into her plan on some level, the thought of it<br />
now tore her up. When she had approached Yuri about it, he had<br />
been careful not to say too much one way or another. He believed<br />
it might have been a test set up by Vitaly, seeing if he was still<br />
loyal as ever.<br />
Once he had worked out it was Eva’s idea alone, he went<br />
along with it and the rest was history. She was dead, and Saffy had<br />
fled the night they had found her body. The picture in the evening<br />
news showed a bloated bluish face that was unmistakeably her.<br />
Vitaly had only brought the paper to ensure she saw the article, a<br />
warning he hoped she would share with any of the other girls she<br />
came into contact with.<br />
Fiona hadn’t said anything as Saffy unloaded, she hadn’t<br />
included everything, the murders were off limits, she didn’t want<br />
to risk any police involvement, not through any loyalty to Vitaly,<br />
she just couldn’t face him in court, if she even got that far. She was<br />
sure Yuri would be employed to his fullest if anyone dared to offer<br />
testimony against his boss. Fiona waited a moment for Saffy to<br />
compose herself, she had been tearful throughout their meeting,<br />
which had overrun but she was loathe to interrupt her.<br />
“Listen Saffron, I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but you do<br />
have a future outside of this world, we can get you help with the<br />
drug addiction and by moving you away from the area, hopefully<br />
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you can get on with life as a normal young lady, maybe even<br />
restart your degree, what do you think?”<br />
Saffy was wiping her puffy red eyes, she liked Fiona and<br />
trusted her, almost without cause but this sounded unlikely, didn’t<br />
it?<br />
“Well, I’ve been a day without anything and apart from being<br />
desperate for something to perk me up, I am better than I expected<br />
it to be, but yeah, I could definitely use some professional help.<br />
Maybe a bit of prescription methadone or whatever they do these<br />
days would help.”<br />
She was smiling to hide her discomfort, she was dying for a<br />
hit of something but she was also worried she was pregnant and<br />
didn’t know how to broach it.<br />
“Is there something else Saffron? You can tell me anything,<br />
we are in a confidential arrangement, nothing is shared that you<br />
don’t agree to. Obviously, there has to be some details or you<br />
won’t be able to get help, the abuse and threat of possible attack<br />
need to be out there so we can get you prioritised correctly, but I<br />
don’t have to fill in all the blanks as it were, just an overall picture<br />
for the authorities to intervene on your behalf.”<br />
This was the moment, if she was going to tell anyone it was<br />
Fiona, and if there was ever a time, it was now.<br />
She took a deep breath and swallowed to clear her throat,<br />
“there is one thing Fi’ which I don’t even know if it’s real, but I<br />
may be pregnant.”<br />
She left it hanging there, expecting some dramatic response,<br />
but Fiona just sighed and smiled weakly.<br />
“Oh you poor thing, have you taken a test or anything yet?”<br />
she wrote something down on her notebook, “You do know the<br />
drugs can affect your cycle, it’s not just a few days late is it,<br />
because if it is, there’s probably nothing to worry about.”<br />
Saffy shook her head,” I’ve been sick as well. I know it’s not<br />
morning sickness because it’s always in the mornings, but I have<br />
been having unprotected sex and yes, I’m over a week late, so add<br />
in the sickness and I’m pretty sure it’s possible.”<br />
Fiona got out her mobile phone and tapped away on the<br />
keypad, as it started to ring she held it up to her ear and waited for<br />
an answer.<br />
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“Hi Debs, it’s Fi, I’m gonna miss the meeting, yeah something<br />
has come up with a client and I need to be here, my folders up to<br />
date so if they need anything specific it should be there.”<br />
Her excuses made, she ushered Saffy out to her car and drove<br />
her to the local medical centre. Saffy had deliberately gone out of<br />
London before going into see someone, there was a real chance<br />
Vitaly could have someone spying on her around Soho, but she had<br />
used the bus, tube and tram to get to Croydon and she was<br />
confident they were not following her. After a short meeting with a<br />
drug counsellor, she was taken in to have a blood test. Then she<br />
pee’d onto a stick for the pregnancy test, and all the while Fiona<br />
stayed with her. She was determined to help this poor girl out of<br />
her shitty situation and being at a staff meeting wouldn’t be doing<br />
anyone, let alone Saffy any good.<br />
They went into the coffee lounge while waiting for some<br />
results, and the drugs people to decide what they were going to do<br />
for her. The pregnancy test had been pretty instant and they had<br />
just looked at it, then threw it into the bio waste bin and gone for<br />
the coffee.<br />
“So that’s it then, I guess, those things aren’t ever wrong are<br />
they? I mean they wouldn’t have given it to me if it could be<br />
wrong would they? I’m pregnant, I’m going to have a baby.”<br />
“Well, at least we know all the facts now Hun, we can work<br />
on what to do next after we’ve had a think, we’ll just enjoy a<br />
coffee and let things sink in.”<br />
Fiona wasn’t sure what the next step would be, trying to come<br />
off of drugs was hard for anyone, but pregnant mothers couldn’t<br />
use the same resources as regular addicts detoxifying. There was<br />
the baby to consider. She wasn’t even sure what Saffron would do,<br />
did she even consider having the baby or was an abortion on the<br />
cards. Although she had been trained in this field, her deeply<br />
catholic upbringing still came into mind when dealing with the<br />
possibility of abortion, she had to be detached and professional and<br />
think only of Saffron’s wellbeing, it wasn’t easy.<br />
Coffees finished, there was an awkward silence as they both<br />
waited for the other to bring it up.<br />
“Well, I just want you to know, I’m not getting rid of it, I<br />
don’t care who tries to make me, I won’t do it, I couldn’t.”<br />
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“No one would do such a thing my dear, that’s not how it<br />
works, you have a 100 per cent choice in this situation. We can<br />
offer support in whatever you decide, but we don’t have the right<br />
to force you into anything.”<br />
She sighed inwardly in relief. The subject was dropped until<br />
they went in to see the drugs specialist. Obviously, she had to be<br />
told, as it would affect her treatment.<br />
“Well I can’t say it doesn’t have a serious impact on how we<br />
are going to be able to help you, the therapies we use do have risks<br />
for unborn children and we won’t do anything that could cause the<br />
foetus harm. I can give you some low grade inhibitors to quell the<br />
urges for now, but we need to have a good think about what we<br />
can do for you in the medium to long term.”<br />
Saffy was glad they could still do anything at all, she had<br />
visions of being left to go cold turkey. The fact she hadn’t been<br />
suffering too badly these last few days was comforting for her.<br />
Maybe this would be easier than she imagined, she knew her<br />
current run of luck would suggest otherwise, but maybe she had<br />
turned a corner.<br />
They finished the last few tests and with a fresh prescription in<br />
hand, went back to the refuge. It had been seven hours since she<br />
had arranged to meet Saffron and they had been on the go for most<br />
of the day. Fiona was tired, but had the satisfying feeling of a job<br />
well done. She saw Saffy in through the security and gave her a<br />
peck on the cheek.<br />
“See you some time tomorrow, I don’t know when as I have<br />
bumped a few things around today and I need to get back to some<br />
people, but I’ll call in at some point. Any problems and Ann Marie<br />
will get me on my mobile, try and get some rest Hun, Ok?”<br />
“Thank you Fi’ for everything, I know I’ve been a proper ass<br />
ache but I do appreciate it, all of it.”<br />
She went past the main dayroom where the girls and their kids<br />
were watching the local news. The body dumped in the Thames<br />
was still big news as women’s groups claimed the police had given<br />
up trying to find who she was or what had happened to her. Saffy<br />
couldn’t listen any more, she grabbed a glass of water from the<br />
kitchen and took it up to her room. She took the pills she had been<br />
prescribed, big sods they were too, and settled down. She was bone<br />
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weary and too tired to consider all she had been through today,<br />
when sleep came, it was a blessed relief.<br />
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Chapter Twelve<br />
It took most of the next day for Tom to get released, he was<br />
technically handed over to the local hospital for some treatment,<br />
but the detective in charge of the inquiry into the incident had been<br />
in the services and had made a call to Stirling Lines for him. He<br />
wouldn’t have asked them to do anything, but he was family to the<br />
regiment and anything they could do for him was done. They<br />
vouched for him and informed them of his prognosis, which<br />
changed things drastically for Tom.<br />
The time he spent in the Cell had been restful, he slept for<br />
most of it after the FME had prescribed some pain relief, and he<br />
was able to forget for a short time what he had found out. If he’d<br />
thought about Saffy at all, he would have been torturing himself<br />
with no good reason, he couldn’t get away from his involvement in<br />
the deaths of two men. Fair enough, they had attacked his locale<br />
with firearms and he had used household instruments to defend<br />
himself, this went in his favour, legally.<br />
The discovery of the tattoos was quite a disturbing turn of<br />
events. They had all the characteristics of Russian mobster<br />
imagery, ritual markings that denoted their position in the<br />
hierarchy of the organisation. You could see if they were thieves,<br />
killers, had served time and even their political affiliations.<br />
Information was still sketchy but there was a school of thought that<br />
claimed to have a handle on each different meaning. According to<br />
these guys, the two men were both confirmed killers, with some<br />
military experience, they were mid-level thugs who could be relied<br />
on to carry out any orders, killing wasn’t a moral issue to these<br />
guys, but a fiscal one. With the obviously justifiable killing, and<br />
the fact he was not expected to live more than a few months, it was<br />
decided he could be released on his own cognisance until the<br />
coroner’s court ruled on whether he should be tried for anything.<br />
They took him to the local hospital, where he stayed for a couple<br />
of hours while they gave him some drugs to keep his lungs clear<br />
for a while.<br />
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He got a cab back to Ellen's, where he was hoping to find<br />
some information to add to the small bits he already had. The first<br />
thing he wanted was Ellen's cell phone, and this mysterious e-mail<br />
address she was supposed to use in the event Saffy got in touch. He<br />
could use this information to pin point the whereabouts of this,<br />
Yuri, and if necessary, his boss.<br />
It wasn’t necessarily the case that Yuri would be working for<br />
anyone higher up the chain on this, after all, would a high level<br />
mobster really be interested in chasing down a missing girl? As<br />
much of an asset as she may be. He couldn’t know for sure until he<br />
had better knowledge of these guys. He had suspected the tattoos at<br />
the time, his mind was attuned to these kinds of details, it could be<br />
the difference between life and death on operations, and he had<br />
been trained by the best.<br />
Ellen didn’t give her phone up without a fight. What if Saffy<br />
had tried to get her, she wouldn’t be able to answer it if Tom was<br />
using it for some reason could she? She had to be there for her girl.<br />
Especially now she realised how dangerous these people were, that<br />
they were looking for her.<br />
Tom managed to assuage her complaints by setting up a<br />
divert, any call that came for her phone would be diverted in the<br />
case of it not being answered. She mistook this to mean any call<br />
would go straight to her new phone, a pay as you go Tom had with<br />
him. But in reality, it gave Tom the opportunity to answer if he<br />
needed to, and only diverted if he declined to do so, the less she<br />
knew the better.<br />
With everything he needed in his possession, he was ready to<br />
leave Ellen and head to London, where he hoped to get some<br />
professional help. He still had friends in useful positions and he<br />
could call in a few favours, after all, there was no point in leaving<br />
them un-used. There was no rainy day left to prepare for, he was in<br />
a fucking tropical storm of a day. Ellen was understandably<br />
frightened, Yuri would know that his men had failed, so he would<br />
be wondering first how? And then why?<br />
If this was just a simple family friend, how could he have done<br />
this thing, and there was still the question of where Saffy was. Tom<br />
had no intention of letting any calls from Yuri get through his<br />
newly created filter system. He advised Ellen to go stay with some<br />
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friends of theirs back in Hereford. There was nowhere safer for her<br />
at this moment in time.<br />
As he readied himself to leave she pulled him back into the<br />
kitchen, “You will find her Tom? you said you were going to, I<br />
heard you when you spoke to Yuri.”<br />
She was excitable as she held his arm, the pleading was<br />
evident in her voice.<br />
“Jules would have wanted you to, you know that, I know you<br />
think nothing of me Tom, but do it for Jules and Saffy. You loved<br />
him, and Saffy is like a sister to you, find her and bring her back to<br />
me Tom, promise me, please?”<br />
He took a step back to see her properly. She had been in a shit<br />
state when he got there and now she was in a worse one, her hair<br />
was showing grey running through it, her crow’s feet were deep<br />
and irritated where she had rubbed her eyes constantly, she was<br />
forty two but looked closer to fifty two right now. She was a<br />
broken woman and he couldn’t leave her without at least a crumb<br />
of hope.<br />
“Listen Ellen, I do care about you. Yes, I hated you for what<br />
you did, more than he did, and you’re right, Saffy means the world<br />
to me,” he paused to add weight to his words. “I am going to get<br />
her, before these scumbags even get a chance at her again, I<br />
promise, and not for anyone else, not Jules or even Saffy, but for<br />
you because you’re her mum and no one deserves to be in this<br />
position regardless of what they might have done in the past. Rest<br />
assured these bastards are going to rue the day they fucked with<br />
Saffy.”<br />
They hugged and Ellen shed a few tears as she patted Toms<br />
back.<br />
“Thank you Tom, for last night and everything, I’m truly<br />
grateful.”<br />
“I know Hun, I know.”<br />
He had booked a taxi to take him to the train station and had<br />
arranged for his further appointments to be at The Royal Marsden<br />
in South West London. It was a specialist hospital and would give<br />
him the very best care available, which he wasn’t exactly looking<br />
forward to.<br />
His visit to the Army specialist had gone as expected, he was<br />
dying, and if left untreated, very quickly in the scheme of things.<br />
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There were options available to him, chemotherapy and<br />
radiotherapy to reduce the size of the tumour, but these were not<br />
recommended as they were extremely taxing health wise and in his<br />
condition, would increase his time in the hospital greatly.<br />
He needed to have his wits about him for as long as possible,<br />
he had a final mission to complete and although he knew nothing<br />
of Saffy’s situation at this time, he did know he had a job of work<br />
to do. One he was determined to do unhindered by opiates and<br />
what amounted to poisonous therapies.<br />
The specialist, a Mr Scalpole, had pushed for Tom to have<br />
therapy of some sort to aid his palliative care, but he met him<br />
halfway and agreed he’d think it through and get back to him.<br />
They also discussed what he could expect in the future, the loss of<br />
weight, hardness of breathing and generally feeling shitty for long<br />
periods of time and these would worsen with time. He would<br />
eventually end up needing a hospice to care for him. This all<br />
sounded reasonable for Tom, he had painted pictures in his head of<br />
being crippled and needing a wheelchair, so this was a bonus of<br />
sorts.<br />
He left the hospital feeling like he just might be able to fulfil<br />
his task, of course the goalposts had moved dramatically in the last<br />
few days, and he was now not as confident.<br />
The journey to London was a strange one, he slept a few hours<br />
and took a couple of calls from Hereford, one from the welfare<br />
officer asking if he needed anything right now and what plans he<br />
had for his hospice care. He fielded these as best he could. He had<br />
no intention of going to some hospice to die, he wanted to go out<br />
in style and felt he could still get the chance if he played things<br />
right.<br />
London brought such strong emotions to mind. He had been<br />
sixteen when he left and although he had been there now and again<br />
on jobs and the odd bit of freelancing as a bodyguard, he hadn’t<br />
spent any time in the old haunts. He was a South London boy from<br />
the mean streets of Brixton, should he be going back there to find<br />
some lodgings or try and get a little closer to the city centre? He<br />
would call his old mate Mo, and see where he might best be able to<br />
set up a base of operations. Mo was his next call, he had known<br />
him for a good few years and they had worked together in liaison<br />
roles in the Detachment, as well as a few black ops in some very<br />
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dodgy places. Mo was MI5 and as such, wasn’t supposed to be<br />
officially involved with any ex-service men, which in some ways<br />
Tom was, due to his current state of service readiness.<br />
He took his phone into a toilet and asked Mo to do him a few<br />
solids. He wanted to know about Yuri, Vitaly and anyone above<br />
them that may be after Saffy. He gave him the details of the phone<br />
calls with Yuri, the details of the number that was called and the<br />
email address she was supposed to contact.<br />
Mo wrote them all down and double-checked the details, he<br />
was a very clever man and he never left room for error or<br />
miscommunication. He couldn’t guarantee to be able to find out<br />
everything, but he knew there was a task force involved with the<br />
Eastern European organised crime situation, so he should be able<br />
to do something. He would call Tom back as soon as he got any<br />
news worth mentioning.<br />
As the train pulled into Kings Cross, he was struck with a<br />
strange feeling, something he never imagined he would ever feel,<br />
Home. It was just a word, but Jules had said many times it was a<br />
feeling as well, he felt it in Grenada. He described it as just feeling<br />
like you belonged.<br />
Tom had laughed this off, Jules was overly sentimental, his<br />
only weakness as far as Tom was concerned, but he was finally<br />
getting it. He had last been in London as a visitor six years ago for<br />
the funeral of his mother, she had died suddenly of a heart attack.<br />
He was still amazed she had gone out that way, she was stick thin<br />
and walked miles every day, but her time was up and off she<br />
popped. The whole thing had been a rushed affair. He had been on<br />
duty in Bosnia at the time and had been given a two weeks leave of<br />
absence to sort things out. He had relied heavily on Benedict back<br />
then.<br />
He had done all the donkeywork, which made Tom feel bad.<br />
He was old and shouldn’t have been burdened in this way, but for<br />
all his military experience he was clueless about the nuts and bolts<br />
of everyday life, or death as it happened. He just assumed these<br />
things fell into place, the state would do their bit, but he was very<br />
wrong. There had been a policy that paid for the service and coffin<br />
and stuff, his mum had been many things, but he never imagined<br />
organised as being one of them. He would have to revisit his idea<br />
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of who she was one day, maybe this was the time, it couldn’t<br />
exactly be left any longer, could it?<br />
Tom had been born to Demi, a single woman in St George’s<br />
Hospital, Tooting. This was in the late seventies and being a lone<br />
parent wasn’t de rigueur. She had been a tough cookie though, and<br />
things were never a problem for him as he grew up in their house<br />
in the back streets of Brixton. Demi had been a formidable role<br />
model, she was tall for a woman, slim, athletically built not unlike<br />
Saffy he recalled. She had long deep chestnut hair that was always<br />
tied up, he remembered sitting on the sofa on a Sunday evening<br />
watching telly while he brushed it for her.<br />
She was beautiful and kind and just a little bit crazy. She was<br />
a flower power chick; she advocated freedom of speech, love they<br />
neighbour and every other liberal slogan out there. She had been at<br />
Greenham Common for a whole month.<br />
Tom had opted to stay in Brixton, camping wasn’t yet<br />
something he was interested in. She had tried to instil this love thy<br />
fellow man bull into him, but he was out there with the kids of<br />
these neighbours and you may have loved them, but they damned<br />
well didn’t reciprocate.<br />
He never knew anything about his father and it never occurred<br />
to him to ask. When he signed up for the Army she had been<br />
distraught, this was exactly the opposite of what she wanted for<br />
him. He had needed her permission and also details of his father<br />
for the forms. He took them to her and she filled in her bit, sadness<br />
overtook her and he wrongly assumed it was because she had to<br />
give in to his desire to be a soldier, but in truth, it was his<br />
parentage she was sad about. She felt the sorrow of a parent who<br />
thought she had not done enough, that the lack of a father was her<br />
failure to provide one. He looked at the forms afterwards to see if<br />
he would find something out, where it asked for details of father,<br />
she had written deceased, nothing else, and for the Army this was<br />
apparently enough, because he got in.<br />
He had kept in touch with her for a few years but it was hard<br />
to talk to her sometimes. She was always asking too many<br />
questions. When he was in Ireland she would badger him about<br />
civil rights, and he spoke to her less and less. He kept in touch with<br />
regular letters which he believed was a decent compromise, she<br />
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never complained in her letters back, so he figured things were<br />
good for her too this way, he was wrong.<br />
When he had contacted Benedict about helping with the<br />
funeral and stuff, he had been amazed at the truth of how it had<br />
hurt her so much not to speak to him. He would have cried, if he<br />
had the capacity back then. He was a tough hard Para and tears<br />
were not an option, he felt a dick head about it now. Benedict had<br />
been as good a friend to him as Jules in many ways, he too had<br />
been a mentor to the young impressionable boy, with no father<br />
figure and little idea of what he was supposed to be doing in the<br />
big bad world of 80’s Britain.<br />
He had first met him during a long summer holiday from<br />
school. He had started comprehensive the year before and had no<br />
local friends. His junior playmates had gone on to have new<br />
friends and when he went for a wander down the market, a gang of<br />
bigger black kids had tried to ‘tax’ him, mugging by any other<br />
name. He had decided his best course of action was to run, he<br />
wasn’t aware of the fact that two of the lads were South London<br />
sprint champions at schoolboy level.<br />
He managed to weave through the stalls selling exotic fruit<br />
and veg as well as hair extensions for a short while, but they split<br />
up and trapped him along the side of a music stall. There was Bob<br />
Marley blasting out of a huge Ghetto blaster, the scent of what he<br />
knew as ‘the herb’ drifting on the breeze. One of the lads had<br />
pushed him backwards into the wooden cart that served as a<br />
vendor pitch in the Brixton market, this had jogged the music<br />
player and Benedict emerged from the front, a huge spliff in his<br />
hands, shouting about “Blood clahts” and what have you.<br />
He saw the white boy surrounded by bigger West Indians and<br />
took umbrage, he had cussed them and their mothers, threatened to<br />
tan their hides and all manner of things. They gave up the<br />
endeavour as a lost cause, and left Tom in no doubt he was going<br />
to be seeing them again real soon. He had sat with Benedict on the<br />
stall for a while to be sure he had a clear path home and enjoyed<br />
sitting with the old man. They had talked about the past, what it<br />
had been like for Benedict in Brixton in the sixties and seventies,<br />
the Babylon and their racist laws. He was great company and Tom<br />
thanked him and headed home. He went back day after day and<br />
eventually started to get paid a small wage to help set up the stall<br />
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and pack away at night, the only rule was he couldn’t touch the<br />
Ghetto blaster, it was his and his alone to decide on what they<br />
would play as the soundtrack to the market.<br />
When Tom decided to join up, he had chatted to Benedict<br />
about it, he hadn’t excelled in school and prospects weren’t great<br />
for him. Mum seemed okay for money although he had no idea<br />
what she did for a living, she was always home when he was there,<br />
what he never found out until after her death, was she was a<br />
Trustafarian. Her parents, while disappointed with her life choices,<br />
had left her well taken care of financially, and their deaths gave her<br />
a whole rake of investments that he had no clue about until the will<br />
had been read. The whole thing had been an emotional blur to him.<br />
Benedict had seemed like he did on the day they met and apart<br />
from a few changes cosmetically like a missing footbridge, Brixton<br />
had seemed the same. Tom was left a fairly wealthy young man,<br />
not that he had need of anything at this time in his life, he had<br />
spent the previous months in the company of welsh Dave, and all<br />
his thoughts were on a future in the SAS. He let Benedict live in<br />
his old house, rent-free for as long as he needed it, in fact, it was<br />
only because he hadn’t been told the house was empty that he<br />
considered the chance Benedict could still be alive.<br />
He had used his money to buy his place in Hereford. He had a<br />
healthy balance in his account and was sure he had some extra<br />
funds somewhere, he hadn’t cashed in any of her investments and<br />
had a card for some broker who managed the portfolio. He hadn’t<br />
ever bothered to call him, but he did get a letter every now and<br />
then saying things were going well. He chucked them in the bin, he<br />
loved his life and didn’t really want it too complicated by financial<br />
issues.<br />
The taxi rank outside was packed as it had started to rain.<br />
London in the rain, just as he remembered it, smoky, grimy and too<br />
fucking busy, welcome home son he thought.<br />
After twenty minutes in the queue he managed to get a green<br />
cab, black seemed to be out of fashion as most of them, although<br />
traditional in shape, were now covered in all manner of logos and<br />
decals. His was advertising some Malaysian airline, but he<br />
couldn’t tell you which one, score one fail for the media guys. The<br />
cabbie must have been having a bad day as he said nothing all the<br />
way across the river into the depths of South London, he hadn’t<br />
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even whinged about going south of the river which was obligatory<br />
as far as Tom was aware.<br />
He sat in the big comfortable chair looking out through the<br />
rain-streaked windows at the vastly different London to the one he<br />
had last seen. As he began to recognise landmarks he was aware of<br />
the feeling coming back, it wasn’t something he could have<br />
described, a bit like apprehension but not in a negative way, it was<br />
just odd. He had asked the driver to take him to the tube station, he<br />
didn’t know why. He had every right to go straight to the old house<br />
and ask for use of the spare room, but he didn’t feel he could, it<br />
would have been presumptuous, for all he knew he might be<br />
renting the room out to a lodger or had a lady friend living with<br />
him. He didn’t know and wouldn’t just invade his old friend’s<br />
privacy just because he had a deed for the property.<br />
The cab driver maintained his uncabbie like persona all the<br />
way there, just nodding thanks for the five quid tip, it suited Tom<br />
and he just smiled as he saw him cut up a van as he pulled back out<br />
into the traffic flow.<br />
He had no luggage to speak of, a holdall with some washing<br />
kit, a pack of underpants from the Tesco near the hotel in Brum,<br />
and the mobile phone he had taken off of Ellen. He would have to<br />
pick up some more gear he figured, but he had better sort out his<br />
lodgings first. He questioned why he had bothered to come here if<br />
not to stay at the old house, yeah, he hoped he would see Benedict,<br />
but that was about it.<br />
Mo would probably be able to meet him regardless of where<br />
he was staying, so Brixton was more of an emotional choice than<br />
for any sensible logical reason. He walked along the High Street<br />
heading towards Railton Road, home of the once infamous<br />
Frontline, back in the bad old days of riots and aggravation. To get<br />
there you passed through Atlantic Road traditional home of the<br />
market, he wanted to see what had become of his old stomping<br />
ground after all these years. There was a new smell in the air as he<br />
turned into the street and saw the stalls lined up on either side of<br />
the road. There were people wandering up the centre of the stalls,<br />
people of every shape and colour. The stalls were a real mixed bag,<br />
still a few fruit and veg sellers, some spice merchants and mobile<br />
phone accessory vendors alongside moody hand bags and belts,<br />
there was even a stall selling comics of all things, vintage no<br />
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doubt, but very different to what had gone on before. He had gone<br />
about a third of the way along, jostling past people who had<br />
decided to stand still for no apparent reason, when he heard a<br />
familiar sound. There in the ether was Bob Marley, jamming and a<br />
jamming, he couldn’t still be out here could he? How old must he<br />
be by now? He passed the spot they had sat in day after day and he<br />
began to doubt it was possible, but there on the corner of Electric<br />
Avenue sat Benedict, a stall full of garishly coloured CDs behind<br />
him displayed on especially created shelves.<br />
He was laughing along to some joke being told by a young<br />
looking white guy dressed in full posse uniform, silly baseball cap<br />
worn to one side, naturally, a hooded zip up jacket with a huge<br />
Adidas logo across the front and jeans that didn’t reach his waist. It<br />
was funny to see him there, unlike before, he was looking older but<br />
he seemed to be a having a whale of a time waving to people as<br />
they called out as they passed by, some were even feigning a bit of<br />
old school dancing for his amusement.<br />
“Hey old man, didn’t you here Bob Marley died a long time<br />
ago, put on some Eminem or Jay Z, you old fucker.”<br />
He had a huge grin on his face as he waited for Benedict to<br />
respond, his old friend had heard his voice but didn’t seem to be<br />
able to see him, he looked straight at him but his head carried on<br />
round still searching.<br />
“Fuck off pal, we play proper music on this stall, one hundred<br />
per cent roots and lover rock, if you don’t like, it fuck off.”<br />
The young guy had stood up and faced down Tom, he was a<br />
decent size lad, tall and well built, although his clown costume<br />
took some of the impact of his words away.<br />
“Is I hearing things in my old age? Is that my soldier boy<br />
come back to see his uncle Ben, is it?”<br />
Tom realised he wasn’t trying to look for anyone, his eyes<br />
were a milky opaque white, he was blind.<br />
“Calm down mate, there’s no problem here,” Tom was<br />
addressing the big youth.<br />
“You tell your guard dog to stand down Ben, I don’t want to<br />
have survived Iraq and Afghanistan just to cop it on the streets of<br />
my youth do I?”<br />
Ben laughed as he tried to rise from his chair.<br />
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“Back down Ricky boy, this here is Tom. I spoke to you<br />
about him many time’s, he’s the original White Rasta man in this<br />
market.” He was upright now but not moving too well.<br />
“Long time before you get the job, come closer son, give old<br />
Ben a hug for old time’s sake.”<br />
He put his arms out and Tom slipped between his frail<br />
embrace and hugged him a little too hard as it turned out. He put<br />
undue stress on his aching rib cage and did Benedict no good<br />
either.<br />
“Ohh calm down my boy, you all skin and bone these days,<br />
you been locked up in some prison camp not getting fed?”<br />
He was laughing as he spoke, the huge grin had a few extra<br />
gold teeth but otherwise his skin was clear of any signs of age. It<br />
was his hair, which had been white on the temples for as long as<br />
Tom had known him that was now showing a full dusting of snow.<br />
He still wore a tea cosy style hat but he had never gone in for the<br />
dreadlocked look like his hero, Bob Marley. “Yeah, I’ve got some<br />
health shit to deal with, it’s why I’m back in town, for some tests<br />
and things, and I need to find my Goddaughter.”<br />
He figured this description was easiest to explain.<br />
“She’s at uni in London, couldn’t resist the chance to see you<br />
again mate, what’s been happening?”<br />
Ben had started to go blind about four years ago, but by then<br />
Ricky had come on the scene. He had been a complete life saver,<br />
he managed to keep the stall up and running, it wasn’t as good an<br />
earner as it had been, the rise of the digital age had meant more<br />
people had access to the old stuff he peddled in a myriad of ways<br />
now, but it ticked over and kept him in groceries and electricity,<br />
which was as much as he needed. His pension topped it up enough<br />
for him to partake of an odd barley wine and an even rarer spliff.<br />
What amazed Tom was Ricky took no wage at all, he did<br />
everything he could possibly get done and all for respect of the old<br />
man, who had seen something in him that was worth his time.<br />
They pulled out one of the milk crates that seemed to spring from<br />
the ground in markets and he took a pew.<br />
He felt unfeasibly happy sitting there with Bob Marley<br />
begging some woman not to cry, Ben waffling about how things<br />
had changed round here and Ricky just piping in every now and<br />
then with a goofy comment. He didn’t feel too bad either, no pain<br />
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or tight chest, just calm and happy, it had been a while since this<br />
had been the case, so he just enjoyed it for a while.<br />
His phone, or rather Ellen's phone rang in the middle of a<br />
story Ricky was telling about a fight he’d had a couple of days ago,<br />
Tom raised his hand in apology and moved behind the stall for<br />
privacy. It wasn’t Yuri but Mo, so he accepted the call.<br />
“Hello mate how’s things?”<br />
Knowing Mo, he could probably see him through some supersecret<br />
spying system Tom thought.<br />
“Yeah, actually pretty good today mate thanks, any news?”<br />
there was brief pause, which didn’t bode well.<br />
“Of sorts mate, of sorts, I can’t really do this on the phone so<br />
we need to meet up, you’re in town now aren’t you?”<br />
“Yeah, I’m in Brixton at the moment but I’m not sure where<br />
I’ll be staying, but it won’t be too far from the centre, just name a<br />
time and place, sooner the better if you can.”<br />
He heard some pages being turned, Mo wasn’t free to just up<br />
and go, he was major league in this world of his.<br />
“I’ve got some time early tomorrow, and I think you’ll want to<br />
hear this quite soon. Don’t worry it’s not directly related to<br />
Saffron, but it’s quite important you have this info before you<br />
upset any apple carts,” This didn’t sound good for Tom, “ shall we<br />
say 9 o clock at the coffee bar at Waterloo main line station, that<br />
suit mate?”<br />
Tom nodded, superfluously as it happened, “Yeah, I can<br />
manage that, is there more than one of these places or is it obvious<br />
which one?”<br />
“There’s a few stalls dotted about, but this is the only proper<br />
sit down one, it’s in the middle of the main concourse against the<br />
back where the mail vans drive in, you can’t miss it, see you there<br />
mate I got to go.”<br />
The connection was gone, Tom noticed the battery was getting<br />
low and panicked for a second, did he remember to get the charger<br />
off Ellen. This was second nature to him on ops, but he was getting<br />
muddled, maybe it was the drugs or the cancer itself, it didn’t<br />
matter which, he was going to have to try harder to stay on the<br />
money from now on. He could buy a charger if one was required,<br />
but he may not be able to sort any future fuck ups so painlessly.<br />
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Ben was all for Tom staying with him. The spare room was<br />
now a music store, the old vinyl discs took up a lot of space, so he<br />
would have to use the sofa. Ricky wanted him to crash at his, he<br />
had a big house in Kennington, which was handy for Waterloo and<br />
the West End, so Tom opted for Ricky’s. Ben didn’t seem to mind,<br />
as long as he was going to spend some time with him that was<br />
what mattered. They put the stock into its cases and packed the<br />
stall away, it was similar to the old one except it was all metal.<br />
They wheeled it into the lock up beneath the train station and<br />
walked Benedict back to his house.<br />
It was weird for Tom to be back there, he had never lived<br />
anywhere else until the Army, so it was jammed packed with<br />
memories, literally every milestone in his young life had happened<br />
in this place, losing his virginity to his only proper girlfriend,<br />
Emily Simkins had occurred in the back bedroom.<br />
Ricky got the kettle on and Benedict gave Tom a tour. His<br />
blindness wasn’t an issue in the house, Ricky had done a sterling<br />
job on the place, there were handles everywhere and nothing that<br />
could potentially trip him up. He navigated around with<br />
consummate ease and Tom was more interested in watching him<br />
than anything he was shown.<br />
They all sat in the lounge for a cuppa, Ricky was adept at<br />
making tea as well, Tom noticed, just how he liked it, two up as<br />
they said in the military. After half an hour of chatting, Ben looked<br />
done in and Ricky called a mini cab for him and Tom.<br />
They said their goodbyes, another hug between the old mates<br />
and another one for Ricky, then off they went into the cool evening<br />
air for the short drive up the main London Road to Kennington.<br />
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Chapter Thirteen<br />
Yuri had fucked up, that was the long and short of it as far as<br />
Vitaly was concerned. Somehow, the two goons he had sent had<br />
been caught by the police or had just decided to run away, rather<br />
than face the music. Whatever, it didn’t matter, he did not have<br />
Ellen or Tom in his possession, which was not acceptable right<br />
now. Yuri had been worried about the men talking to the police but<br />
Vitaly had no such concerns. They were seasoned pro’s from the<br />
mother country, they had done things that would have made Papa<br />
Joe himself blush and never spoken a word, there was no cause for<br />
concern there, just utter frustration.<br />
When the word had come that the job had gone awry, he had<br />
wanted to throw everything off his desk and smash the place up.<br />
Open expressions of rage were not uncommon, but he wanted to at<br />
least seem unbothered by Saffy’s disappearance. It was just a case<br />
of showing the others it wouldn’t be tolerated, nothing personal,<br />
except it was exceedingly personal, and he couldn’t quite get his<br />
head around why. There was no love there, she was stunning and<br />
extremely clever but this never appealed to him, in fact, he had<br />
enjoyed breaking her spirit all the more.<br />
Eventually he would find her and it was more important than<br />
he let on, not only was she wilful and defiant, but she knew things<br />
that could not be allowed to come out. Maybe this was why he felt<br />
so strongly about her capture, it was merely self-preservation, but<br />
why then had Yuri not panicked so? Yuri was more at risk than he,<br />
but Yuri was calm and disinterested in finding her, he missed Eva,<br />
that was obvious but he should still be able to carry out simple<br />
instructions, shouldn’t he?<br />
None of the words he thought of could describe his anger, he<br />
spoke four languages and none of them came close to anything like<br />
how he felt, was it really Yuri’s fault he felt this way? What did it<br />
matter, he was not in a mood to reflect on such things, he wanted<br />
results and not excuses.<br />
“Yuri, why must we wait around for your men to come to us?<br />
There must be something we can do, a source who might be able to<br />
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shed a little light on this situation, who haven’t we contacted?<br />
There must be someone?”<br />
They were speaking in Russian, they always did when they<br />
were alone, it served two purposes, most of the girls while Eastern<br />
European, were not native Russians and couldn’t understand them,<br />
or so they thought, and it allowed them some eloquence they could<br />
never manage in English, and to be honest they both detested the<br />
English language.<br />
“I have racked my brains, there is no one I can think of, maybe<br />
we should look somewhere new, a different tack. I could try and<br />
reach out to the Triads and see if they have anyone we could use,<br />
it’s about time we mended the fences with them after all this time.”<br />
The fences that needed mending were down to an incident in<br />
the Pink Elephant. One of their established members had been on<br />
a night out and took a fancy to one of the Polish girls, no big<br />
problem there, except he didn’t follow the rules, his English was<br />
poor, as was the bouncer’s who was Russian. Between them, they<br />
managed to fall out and the two bouncers ended up beating him<br />
senseless, also hurting the two guys he was with, putting them in<br />
the hospital for a while. Vitaly had refused to apologise, and there<br />
had been some minor fracas on the streets of Soho for a few weeks<br />
before peace broke out. Business was suffering and they were<br />
nothing if not professional in their approach to crime, but nothing<br />
had been agreed, it just worked out that way.<br />
“If you want to make some move in that direction, then I’m<br />
okay with it, but give them no ground. I won’t be held to ransom<br />
by those yellow bastards, just be careful.”<br />
This agreed upon, they parted with a hug, not for emotional<br />
reasons, it was a matter of fact action that was common amongst<br />
their people, although Yuri was Russian pure bred and Vitaly was<br />
the hated Tajik, but he was the boss, and Yuri would do anything<br />
for him.<br />
Vitaly left the Pink Elephant and went for a wander through<br />
the streets of London. He was restless and could see no value in<br />
sitting at his desk. The bustling West End always cheered him up.<br />
These mindless automatons were a goldmine just waiting to be<br />
tapped, they would buy endless amounts of counterfeit goods, get<br />
drunk in the many bars and the men always went for a night at a<br />
strip club, where they were bled dry on overpriced alcohol and<br />
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expensive women, and he supplied it all. One way or another, these<br />
people kept him in business. The fact he spent most of his illgotten<br />
gains on drugs and bribes in order to make more money was<br />
not lost on him, but as long as these people came to the West End<br />
seeking retail therapy or hedonistic pleasures, he would have<br />
ample supply of funds, no need to worry about retiring just yet.<br />
Thinking of making money brought him naturally back to<br />
Saffron; she was a good earner for him, despite the cost of<br />
supplying her with drugs, she more than made up for it in revenue<br />
earned. Apart from his lucrative porn sites, mostly catering for<br />
Russians, they liked the exotic looking girls they never got to see<br />
on the streets of an average city, she was also very useful in the<br />
blackmail part of the business. These fools would lose all common<br />
sense in her company, he had DVDs of numerous luminaries in<br />
compromising positions with his caramel beauty, she should be<br />
brought back if for no better reason than to get her earning again,<br />
but he knew this would never happen. He was confident of getting<br />
her back, but he wouldn’t be able to just start again where they left<br />
off. She had to be punished to deter the others from thinking it may<br />
be possible to leave. Maybe he could manage to deliver the<br />
message without going too far, this thought was pleasing to him,<br />
yes, he would have to think about it but with a bit of creativity, he<br />
might just get her back into his life, his bed and most importantly,<br />
his business.<br />
His meanderings brought him to Goodge Street, not far from<br />
the coffee shop where they had met. He was in the mood for an<br />
espresso and maybe he would find something out in the process.<br />
He ordered his double espresso and a cake the English insisted on<br />
calling a muffin. He sat near the counter and in a lull in activity,<br />
smiled at the young girl who was busily handing out napkins and<br />
clearing tables.<br />
“Hello, my friend. You know maybe my friend who works<br />
here for a while? Saffron? Beautiful girl, with brown skin?”<br />
His accent wasn’t as thick as it used to be, but she still had to<br />
think about his question for a second.<br />
“Oh, you mean Saffy, yeah, I used to work with her now and<br />
then, yeah, lovely girl, she’s not been around for ages though, she<br />
moved away I think. Magda might know, hang on a minute love.”<br />
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She ducked back behind the counter to speak to a frail Slavic<br />
looking girl, she shook her head and back she came.<br />
“Sorry love, she hasn’t seen her for ages either. If I see her<br />
shall I tell her you’re looking”?<br />
He smiled and shook his head, “No don’t worry my friend, I<br />
will catch up with her I think, thank you very much for asking<br />
though, you’re a very nice lady.”<br />
She blushed and disappeared outside to clear a recently<br />
vacated table. This was always a long shot and he liked the coffee<br />
here, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time. He finished his drink,<br />
left half the muffin and got up to leave, he couldn’t help looking at<br />
the door over the road, this had been the reason he had been in the<br />
coffee shop that fateful day when he had met her. A Chechen drug<br />
dealer that they were trying to pin down owned the flat above the<br />
electronics shop. Yuri had found him eventually and he was now<br />
firmly ensconced in the foundations of a new tower block in East<br />
London, good times he thought and smiled again.<br />
He stood on the corner of Goodge Street wondering what to do<br />
next, he couldn’t go to the club and see the girls, they were still<br />
frightened by the death of the last girl, she should have been<br />
tougher he thought. Yuri had been angry, but he said nothing, he<br />
knew better than to complain about it, his job was to do, nothing<br />
more and he was handsomely rewarded for his troubles, in fact,<br />
Yuri was probably considerably better off than Vitaly. He worked<br />
all hours and lived in a shitty little flat in Camberwell that he<br />
inherited from an old colleague that Vitaly had seen off when he<br />
got to London. His loyalty to his old friend was forgotten instantly<br />
when he was given the flat and a hike up the pecking order, he had<br />
been little more than an enforcer before, now he ran things for<br />
Vitaly and although he got some shitty jobs, he enjoyed the perks<br />
of his new role. If necessary, Vitaly could always put him under<br />
pressure for a loan, then when it came time to pay him back he<br />
would have him removed. As much as he liked and respected Yuri<br />
he wouldn’t think twice about offing him for financial gain, he was<br />
a businessman after all.<br />
From where he was, he could have taken a tube or bus and<br />
been anywhere in London within the hour, he could visit his old<br />
friend Martin, he too had changed his name but he went for an<br />
American one, he liked the West Wing so he chose Martin. He<br />
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lived in Enfield, which was north of London, he had said it was in<br />
Middlesex, which meant it wasn’t London. Martin was fucking<br />
crazy, he used to free base cocaine until he discovered crack, it<br />
made him a little crazy but he managed to function pretty well on<br />
it. He ran a couple of brothels and a ring of market traders who<br />
specialised in knock off goods. They made a good living and he<br />
was always good for a laugh, he could go to see him, but that<br />
would be a long way to go, he was working on an important deal<br />
and needed to be around in case Yuri came up with anything from<br />
the Chinese.<br />
He wanted to go somewhere that wasn’t too far, where else<br />
was he guaranteed a welcome without any strings attached? He<br />
maybe could go and see Yuri’s buddy in Camberwell. It was a<br />
short cab ride away and there was always stuff going on. The<br />
illegal casino wasn’t likely to be running at this time of day, but he<br />
could score something and maybe get some sex, the girls that he<br />
ran were mostly Ukrainians and Latvians, they were normally hot<br />
and he didn’t have to worry about maintaining his reputation in<br />
front of them. He was just a face from the old country, back when<br />
it was just one big country, who tipped well and showered before<br />
he climbed on. This appealed for a moment then Saffy entered his<br />
thoughts again and he lost interest in anything sexual.<br />
What was it she did to him, how could she hold him this way,<br />
he couldn’t fuck at all, he tried to get into it but he just couldn’t<br />
manage it, and when the girl asked if he was okay, laughing in her<br />
head, if not to his face he lost it totally. He managed some sort of<br />
release in the act of violence. It was close to orgasm, but different<br />
somehow. With Saffy, he had felt both sensations, he would get off<br />
on beating her up a bit, then fuck her until he reached his peak of<br />
arousal, she was amazing, to look at and to be with. He couldn’t<br />
put his finger on what it was about her, he had other girls who<br />
were as pretty, she wasn’t unique, there were other girls with her<br />
skin tone, similar body shape and height but she was a package he<br />
could not duplicate, not yet anyway.<br />
It was then that he hit on a plan for the rest of his day. A bit of<br />
talent spotting would be fun and he might discover his next Mata<br />
Hari. He needed to get another honey trap because he was deep<br />
into it with some oil magnates and wanted a bit of leverage. Plan<br />
decided on, off he went, the bars and coffee shops around Old<br />
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Compton Street were always packed with pretty girls on the look<br />
for a rich boyfriend. They would be getting more than they<br />
bargained for in Vitaly he thought, he was cheerfully whistling to<br />
himself as he wandered down Tottenham Court Road toward the<br />
Theatre District.<br />
Yuri had the hump, he was getting seriously pissed off with<br />
Vitaly. He had managed to get rid of three girls in little over a<br />
week, first the traitorous bitch Eva, then Saffron disappears and<br />
now Valeria, he could cope with one every now and then, but this<br />
was ludicrous, and hunting high and low for Saffy was pointless. If<br />
he found her she would end up dead and he would have even more<br />
work to do. Losing those two fucking bozos didn’t help either,<br />
although there was a steady supply of replacements in waiting.<br />
In Amsterdam, they were all desperate to get a foothold in<br />
London, the drugs were harder to get hold of and therefore easier<br />
to sell, problem was he had some difficult choices to make. If the<br />
powers that be decided Vitaly was causing more harm than he was<br />
worth, he might end up in the position of having to remove Vitaly<br />
himself, which he’d gladly do if need be but he hoped it wouldn’t<br />
come to that.<br />
When they first met, Vitaly had seemed like the usual fuckwit<br />
that they sent to Georgi. He used to sit in the bar and listen to<br />
Georgi waffling about what he was planning. When he got the<br />
right investment he was going to do this and then that. Yuri had<br />
liked Georgi but he wasn’t a good earner, considering the potential<br />
he had around him.<br />
London was the criminal Nirvana of Western Europe, the city<br />
had vices that just couldn’t be serviced, no one except maybe the<br />
Chinese truly catered for everything and there was a gap in the<br />
market that Georgi wasn’t filling.<br />
When it happened, it was quick, they had arranged to meet a<br />
wholesaler of some hooky gear, handbags and belts he said, so<br />
they went to the dock in the old East End. When they got out of the<br />
car to speak to their new contact, Yuri sussed straightaway it was<br />
Vitaly in a cap and jacket. Georgi didn’t realise and just began<br />
rattling away in Russian about quality merchandise and stuff, as<br />
the pistol smacked into the side of his head he was completely<br />
clueless, he scrabbled about on the floor for a moment then looked<br />
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to Yuri for back up, but he had worked it out a lot quicker than<br />
Georgi.<br />
This was regime change and he needed to make a decision<br />
very fast. Vitaly shot Georgi in his legs and then shoulders. The<br />
old leader screamed like a woman as he begged for mercy. Yuri<br />
saw then what he had missed before, Vitaly was a stone cold killer<br />
and he enjoyed it, by the time he finally put Georgi out of his<br />
misery, even Vitaly‘s own henchmen were uncomfortable with the<br />
situation. With the job done, Yuri was in a precarious position, if<br />
he didn’t swap allegiances he was most likely dead, but jump too<br />
willingly and he may get the same result. With Georgi still warm,<br />
he gave Vitaly as much of a pledge of allegiance as was required in<br />
this world of theirs.<br />
Yuri had been given more responsibility and use of Georgi’s<br />
old flat, it was rent free, but a bit of a shithole. He managed to live<br />
out his daily life away from home, he ate at the club with the girls<br />
or in a restaurant with Vitaly. He used drugs he didn’t pay for, girls<br />
were his to do with as he wished, he had even got a go at Saffron,<br />
albeit against her will, but it had been good for him if not her.<br />
Finally, he managed to score a regular piece for himself, a real<br />
stunner in Eva. She was great, but disloyal. That wasn’t fair really,<br />
she was staunchly loyal to Yuri, but this wasn’t enough to save her<br />
once he had spoken to Vitaly about her. He felt shitty about how<br />
things went but it was a matter of self-preservation, if he even<br />
entertained the idea for a moment he would have been in an<br />
untenable position. This was all history now and moaning about<br />
Vitaly was useless, he would never change and unless it came from<br />
above, Yuri’s role was to protect him when he could, and follow<br />
his orders.<br />
Now, he was sitting in a small greasy spoon café behind<br />
Oxford Street, it was actually called the Greasy Spoon which<br />
meant nothing to Yuri, but cracked up his English co-diners. Chia<br />
Zo was on time, he always was, these Chinamen, it was all about<br />
courtesy and punctuality he thought.<br />
He was short, typical for his race, a little tubby and wellmanicured.<br />
He smiled pleasantly as they shook hands. Yuri used<br />
demonstrated his considerable size advantage by tightening the<br />
handshake a bit too much and ensured he emphasised his strength.<br />
The meeting was friendly and next to useless, as with all things<br />
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these people they went slowly with, it felt like real work, a meeting<br />
about a meeting. Yes, they would like things to improve and they<br />
would be willing to utilise their resources to help find the girl if<br />
this would be useful, but they wanted some concessions for<br />
themselves in the meantime. Yuri already knew this was going to<br />
be an arse ache but this was taking the biscuit, as the English said.<br />
Vitaly had been drinking heavily all afternoon, he had been to<br />
numerous coffee shops and bars looking for talent, he had seen<br />
plenty of good looking women, he tried his spiel on a few of them<br />
but was coming up short today. He used to find this easy, what had<br />
changed?<br />
He had showered today, Saffy had warned him he smelt<br />
sometimes, she had been slapped for it, but he remembered it and<br />
did what he could with deodorant and aftershave, it wasn’t that. He<br />
had met girls from all over in this afternoon, Aussies, Irish, French<br />
and some Russians. The Russians were wise to his patter, they<br />
came from a place where the likes of Vitaly were an occupational<br />
hazard of being attractive. Far from getting frustrated, he was<br />
enjoying himself. He was knocking back Vodka every bar he went<br />
in and knowing these people would run a mile if they knew who he<br />
was and what he did, it made him feel powerful, a predator<br />
wandering amongst his prey unsuspected. It was a buzz of sorts<br />
and he had been missing that recently.<br />
By the time he had reached the end of Piccadilly, it was past<br />
eight in the evening and he was going to be late for his meeting,<br />
they could wait, the drink had muddled his thinking and he no<br />
longer cared what he was supposed to be doing. What was the<br />
point of getting to his position if he couldn’t kick off and have an<br />
afternoon of drinking and socialising in one of the world’s greatest<br />
cities?<br />
His phone started ringing, in his case, it really was an old<br />
fashioned ring, he hated the musical tones people had, tacky in his<br />
eyes.<br />
“What do you want? Can’t you run things alone for a few<br />
hours Yuri, you need me to hold your hand.”<br />
He drew a few glances from fellow drinkers as he was<br />
speaking quite loudly in Russian.<br />
“Sorry boss, but your guests have arrived for dinner at the<br />
restaurant, what do you want me to do, sit with them or put them at<br />
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the bar while we wait for you? They aren’t happy you’re not here,<br />
especially Karpov, he’s already moaned about respect and all that.”<br />
Vitaly’s good mood vanished in an instant, business was<br />
always getting in the way of life.<br />
“Sit them down, don’t join them, and send a car to get me, I’m<br />
at the Greencoat just off St James’s, I’ll wait outside for them.”<br />
He looked around to see if anyone was listening to him, “Tell<br />
Karpov, I had to go see about his special request, and send for one<br />
of the girls. We’ll need to use one of them with,” he paused, he had<br />
meant to speak her name but felt he shouldn’t, it would be<br />
admitting she had impacted his day, “ well, we need a girl so pick<br />
one who will be good for entertaining our friends, tell her she’ll be<br />
well paid and nothing more okay?”<br />
“Yes, boss, the cars on its way, Nicolai is coming for you<br />
now, don’t worry I’ll sort things this end, see you soon.”<br />
He cut off the call and this annoyed Vitaly, for a moment he<br />
felt dismissed but this was the drink talking to him. Yuri would<br />
never be so rude, not to his face anyway, he wouldn’t dare because<br />
he knew how easily Vitaly could kill him. He was still laughing<br />
about it to himself as he left the bar and stepped onto the smoky<br />
area outside.<br />
Karpov was rich, which in many cases meant very little to<br />
Vitaly, he would be rich himself if he had used his earnings wisely,<br />
and especially by the standards of Russia. In Tajikistan, he would<br />
have been regarded as a billionaire comparatively, but Karpov was<br />
beyond normal definition of wealth, his personal fortune was<br />
higher than half the planets GDP, he could literally change an<br />
economy overnight if he saw fit, which he certainly didn’t have<br />
any intention of ever doing. He was an ascetic looking man, if one<br />
took away the expensively tailored suits from Saville Row, you<br />
could have mistaken him for a schoolteacher. His hairline receding<br />
all the way back to his pate, his spectacles were rimless, no doubt<br />
expensive but they still gave him that geeky look that educators<br />
had, and he carried himself in much the same way.<br />
Vitaly had people who did research on those he intended to do<br />
business with, or looked at, and this man was impressive on paper,<br />
if not in person. He had dived in very quickly when the Soviet<br />
Union fell, taking control of a large swathe of the oil industry. He<br />
had used military means where necessary and was rumoured to<br />
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have a sizable private Army hidden away in the far reaches of<br />
Northern Russia. Once in command of these vital resources, he<br />
began to negotiate with the West for contracts. Bribes were handed<br />
out and he even managed to gain a political office to legitimise his<br />
position. He didn’t go as far as becoming a governor like others,<br />
just a bit of minor government officialdom to look good on letter<br />
heads etc. He garnered friendships with leading men in the FSB<br />
and Department of Trade, growing steadily until he was beyond<br />
the bounds of Russia and had become a truly international<br />
phenomenon.<br />
He had his finger in pies from as far away as Australia and<br />
Brazil to China and the US, he had even survived an inquiry into<br />
his dealings, it was a whitewash but it added to his reputation and<br />
helped increase his kudos no end.<br />
Now Vitaly was going to try and fleece him for some of his<br />
fortune, it would be peanuts to one such as him, but it would make<br />
Vitaly a pretty penny and also increase his standing with the<br />
powers that be back in Amsterdam. Not that he worried about them<br />
too often, he was good earner and they wouldn’t want to disrupt<br />
anything by interfering, would they? His three guests had just had<br />
their starters delivered as he sat down.<br />
“Apologies gentlemen, I had business to attend to across town,<br />
London traffic is unpredictable this time of day, I hope you have<br />
been well looked after by Yuri, the waiter is to your liking?”<br />
He smelt of drink but wasn’t aware, his words were slurred a<br />
little but he had never spoken directly to any of these men, except<br />
once on the phone with the PA, Gary Wainright. He was<br />
unimpressive, of average height and build and he appeared<br />
unremarkable, but he was unusual in this particular company, he<br />
was from London originally. His qualities as a facilitator had<br />
identified him as someone Karpov could use to his benefit and he<br />
had emigrated over to Switzerland to act as his full time personal<br />
assistant. Unknown to Vitaly, was Gary’s background in the<br />
military, he had served in the regiment back in the 80’s before<br />
doing his degree in business management, he was much more than<br />
he appeared.<br />
The third man was the manager of Karpov’s European arm, he<br />
had been asked to join them as a matter of courtesy, he was similar<br />
to Karpov in so much that he looked like an academic, short and<br />
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slightly overweight. He wouldn’t have been out of place on any<br />
college campus, with his ruddy cheeks and baldhead.<br />
As Vitaly ordered some food for himself, Annya appeared and<br />
joined them also. She was introduced to them all and she gave<br />
them her best toothy smile, a hint of flirtation as she gave her hand<br />
to each of the men in turn. Yuri had pointed out Karpov from the<br />
entrance as he dropped her off, and she made sure to make eye<br />
contact with him, letting her hand linger a little longer in his.<br />
Vitaly was pleased with Yuri’s choice, he wouldn’t tell him<br />
though. She was beautiful in a very conventional way, long blonde<br />
hair, tall, legs that went on forever, shown off wonderfully in her<br />
mini dress. She was busty and elegant and should have excited<br />
Vitaly, but she didn’t, it wasn’t her, that’s all he could think about.<br />
His guests were speaking in Russian and English as Annya<br />
was Serbian, although oddly Wainright spoke a little of her mother<br />
tongue and they chatted for a short while. Vitaly took this as just a<br />
bit of showing off to the pretty lady and nothing more, he would<br />
have been worried if he had been able to discern what they had<br />
swapped in the short exchange. He asked her bluntly if she was<br />
working an angle and she said she was in the sex trade but hadn’t<br />
been told what tonight was about. She would be well paid was all<br />
she knew, with this knowledge they continued their meal without<br />
another word about it. Wainright was aware that something was<br />
up, he wasn’t paid to be a bodyguard, they had these available<br />
when required and London didn’t really worry the insurers enough<br />
for them to insist he be accompanied there, but he had saved his<br />
bosses bacon before with his training and was never really off duty<br />
in these situations.<br />
The meal was a pleasant one, as it should have been with a<br />
two Michelin starred chef behind the pass; they talked about many<br />
things. Annya loved the theatre so they discussed the many shows<br />
that Karpov had seen, in some of the world’s greatest venues. As<br />
usual, they talked about football, Wainright was staunch Chelsea<br />
while Karpov was a Liverpool fan, he bemoaned their ownership<br />
by Americans, a people he couldn’t abide, a hangover from the<br />
cold war days, while their colleague, Barrinikov was a fervent<br />
Spartak Moscow fan.<br />
There was some minor banter between the men, which Vitaly<br />
tried to join in on, he feigned Man Utd, although he knew next to<br />
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nothing about the game other than what he learnt in the build-up to<br />
the Olgenkov sting. He knew they were successful and very<br />
popular worldwide, even Annya got in on the conversation. She<br />
also supported Liverpool and she had met some of the players at a<br />
party. Who she met, she wouldn’t say. It was part of the deal that<br />
she didn’t reveal who she met at these parties. Wainright knew<br />
what she meant straight off but it didn’t register with his two<br />
colleagues.<br />
The meal done, they had a few brandies, at an exorbitant cost,<br />
and under Vitaly’s instructions retired back to the hotel to carry on<br />
the pleasantries.<br />
Yuri wasn’t with the cars as they arrived which annoyed<br />
Vitaly, he was feeling the effects of his day spent drinking and was<br />
hoping Yuri would carry on the festivities while he tried to sober<br />
up, why wasn’t he there? There may have been some trauma at one<br />
of the bars he guessed or some movement in the Saffy situation,<br />
this piqued him, he would have called on his mobile in that case<br />
surely.<br />
Annya got into one of the cars with Karpov and Wainright;<br />
Vitaly joined Barrinikov. Yuri had thought of everything but he<br />
wasn’t there and this made Vitaly nervous and angry at the same<br />
time.<br />
Back at the hotel disaster struck, as they had arrived before<br />
him, his driver had stopped to let some drunken youths cross which<br />
slowed them down. They went straight up to Karpov’s suite, the<br />
whole purpose of tonight was to get him on camera with Annya<br />
and this was set up a few doors away from his rooms, what could<br />
he do?<br />
They might have thought it odd if he tried to divert them now<br />
and he wasn’t in the best of condition for thinking on his feet.<br />
There was nothing to be done there and then, so he smiled at the<br />
concierge who had informed of the change and follow Barrinikov<br />
into the lift. Yuri should have been here, he would have managed<br />
to get him into the first car as the host and would have avoided this<br />
mess. He would be having serious words with him, in fact he<br />
wanted to have him beaten for this, but he knew he would have to<br />
make do with some small victory at a later date. He was not likely<br />
to get away with toughing him at the moment, and he knew way<br />
too much. The thought struck him like a hammer blow, Yuri could<br />
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e the straw that broke his camel’s back, he had pushed him too far<br />
maybe with the Eva situation. What if he was having doubts and<br />
wanted to get rid of him, Vitaly started panicking, sweating in the<br />
cool air of the lift.<br />
Barrinikov was grinning at something he had said, Vitaly<br />
hadn’t heard a word so smiled and nodded, this was too much for<br />
him to deal with right now, the sting had backfired and now he was<br />
worried Yuri was against him. He would have to act quickly and<br />
definitively if he was going to save his skin. As he sat on one of<br />
the luxurious sofas in the Presidential suite, he took the glass<br />
proffered and drank the champagne without being aware that’s<br />
what it was, it’s expensive vintage wasted on him.<br />
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Chapter Fourteen<br />
As Tom sat in the coffee shop waiting for Mo, he thought back<br />
on his previous day and night. He had arrived with Ricky at his<br />
home, he expected it to be on one the many council estates that<br />
were common in Kennington, but the Cab had stopped at a bus<br />
stop on the main drag. He just assumed they would walk through<br />
to the flats behind the big houses but no, Ricky walked up to the<br />
steps of a huge house on the Kennington Road itself. These houses<br />
were worth a fortune; he had passed them as a kid and seen the<br />
posh people going in and out in their Barbour jackets and wellys<br />
off to some country retreat he imagined. The steps up were next to<br />
another set that descended to a basement entrance, which looked a<br />
lot like Ellen's front door, with a huge gate and an intercom.<br />
“That’s where Amber lives, she’s my girl, but she likes her<br />
own space so she stays down there, if she’s in I’ll introduce you,<br />
she’s amazing.”<br />
He was clearly proud, but seemed unaware of the fact his<br />
house was likely to impress Tom more. They went up the step and<br />
he let them in, the hall was amazing, with oak lined walls and a<br />
huge staircase at the end, with a kitchen visible to the side, he must<br />
be kidding him, surely, this couldn’t belong to him. He said he was<br />
an orphan, so no parents to live with and yes, Ben said he was rich<br />
but that was a matter of perspective wasn’t it, this house was not<br />
just for the wealthy but for the super-rich.<br />
They had a bit of dinner, a pizza from the freezer and cracked<br />
a couple of beers. Tom was tired but Ricky wanted to chat and he<br />
didn’t want to let him down. Benedict had told him about Tom<br />
many times. How he had gone away to fight for his country and<br />
joined the Parachute regiment. He was full of questions about his<br />
military experiences and as much as Tom would have liked to go<br />
to bed, there was something about this young man he liked and he<br />
was grateful to be staying so close to where he needed to be,<br />
especially in such luxurious surroundings.<br />
They chatted while the news played in the background on a<br />
huge flat screen TV that was mounted on the wall. For all his<br />
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wannabe street garb, Ricky lived in some style, not just wealth but<br />
taste had been exercised in this home. Tom enquired as to who had<br />
been in charge of the décor.<br />
“My mate Sally is a trainee interior decorator and she wanted<br />
to have a go, so I just let her loose on the place. It’s a bit shiny for<br />
me but the magazine she sent to do photos was well impressed, and<br />
I think she got a lot of work because of it, so I was just glad to<br />
help. She didn’t charge too much either, so it was a win, win as<br />
Ben says.”<br />
Tom couldn’t quite work this lad out, he was big, about the<br />
same size as himself and broad, he worked out by the looks of him.<br />
He was handsome in a conventional way and he clearly had more<br />
money than sense but he seemed to be out of place. If he had taken<br />
him to a council flat and they’d eaten frozen pizzas he wouldn’t<br />
have been surprised but this had thrown him totally.<br />
His bedroom was huge, with a massive oak wardrobe along<br />
one wall and a dressing table in front of the bay window, it was a<br />
man’s room but still very stylish. The bed was a little soft for his<br />
liking but it again was huge, with ducks down coverings and<br />
pillows. Tom had felt a little sick after the beer and he needed to<br />
use the bathroom before he tried to get some sleep, he also needed<br />
water for his tablets. He was about to go out onto the landing to<br />
find the nearest bathroom when he saw the mirror reflect back<br />
from behind the partially closed door, he had assumed was a<br />
cupboard. It was another very large room, this time an en suite<br />
with a shower and a bath. He shook his head in disbelief; this place<br />
was unbelievable.<br />
The coffee shop was full to the brim and he had to order a<br />
further coffee to justify him taking up the table he was using. It<br />
was away from the entrance near the access to the client’s toilets.<br />
Tom had his back to the wall with a good view of all the goings on<br />
outside, this was another operational habit but it did him no harm<br />
to be careful, and Mo would appreciate the relative seclusion of<br />
this particular table.<br />
He saw him walk by twice before he entered, he too was<br />
following procedure even though this was technically just a social<br />
coffee with an ex work colleague, but he wasn’t going to change<br />
the habits of a lifetime. Habits that had kept him alive in a very<br />
dangerous world he lived in. Mo or Morris as his mother called<br />
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him, was half Scottish half Fijian, an exotic mix that allied to his<br />
Oxbridge accent, confused most people who met him. He was of<br />
average height, very slim with a dark complexion, which was often<br />
mistaken as Arabian or Indian. Most people thought Mo short for<br />
Mohammed. His hair whilst thick and dark where it lay was in<br />
short supply and he favoured a hat when he went outside.<br />
On this occasion, it was a knitted beany with earflaps, popular<br />
with skiers; it suited the weather if not the wearer. They gave no<br />
outward sign of recognition, Mo got his drink and then walked<br />
over and sat down opposite Tom. They exchanged a nod of the<br />
head, considering their past, this was a small low-key reunion, but<br />
they were aware of the need to be inconspicuous and great big<br />
hugs wouldn’t have been either of their style anyway.<br />
“How you been mate? You look like shit warmed up if you<br />
don’t mind me saying.”<br />
Tom gave a wry smile, “Yeah, I do, actually, but fair<br />
comment. I’m suffering a bit at night and the drugs they give me<br />
make me a little spaced out, but not as bad as I should be feeling.”<br />
He was smiling as he spoke, trying not to look done in by it all, “I<br />
assume you’ve been told the whole prognosis, on the system as it<br />
were.”<br />
“Yeah, mate, was a bad bit of news, first losing Jules then<br />
finding out about your situation as well, we lost three guys in a<br />
month out there, not been a good start to the year at all.”<br />
They both took the pause to look around them, aware of<br />
anyone who might be earwigging. In this environment, it could just<br />
be a nosey parker, but they both had experience of being the<br />
listener and didn’t want to take any chances.<br />
“It’s been a bit of a rush getting this together so you’ll have to<br />
forgive me if there’s holes in it, we have quite an interest in this<br />
Vitaly character.”<br />
He indicated a large brown envelope he was holding, “The<br />
FSB put us on to him a while ago but with everything that’s going<br />
on on our Middle Eastern desks these days, he’s had no more than<br />
a cat lick recon done. The stuff I have comes from Sharon Tyler.<br />
You remember her as my partner in the Kosovo operation?” Tom<br />
nodded, “She runs the Eastern European desk now and was happy<br />
to pass it along. He seems to be below their radar as he’s not into<br />
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anything political or anything to do with national security, busy<br />
boy all them same though.”<br />
Tom took the manila envelope he was offered and sat on it.<br />
“Thanks mate, have you any idea about getting to him, is there<br />
some contingency on record about him?”<br />
Mo sipped his cappuccino, the froth sticking to his lip and<br />
having to be licked off.<br />
“To be honest no one’s ever been that bothered enough to<br />
look into it, we have an address for his business’s and a list of<br />
accomplices and the likes, details of suspected past indiscretions,<br />
mainly in Moscow and Amsterdam.”<br />
With most of what he needed to know in the envelope and the<br />
risk of being overheard they changed subject.<br />
“Did you ever get the skinny on what went down that night,<br />
why Jules freaked out, the whereabouts of the X rays bodies?”<br />
Mo leaned forward a touch, checking his surroundings again<br />
as he did.<br />
“We think we got the whereabouts of the graves and we’re<br />
hoping to get in there and do some DNA matches on the remains<br />
while they’re still fresh enough, but there have been loads of<br />
theories as to what went down. If it wasn’t Jules, we would have<br />
written it off as temporary insanity but he was solid through and<br />
through.”<br />
“Fucking right he was, there was nothing about this that<br />
suggests he just made a choice and went for it.”<br />
He too sipped on his coffee, it was bitter and he wished he’d<br />
used another couple of sugars.<br />
“He heard something, he didn’t just steam in either, he fucked<br />
me off first, then went in, whatever it was he didn’t want me there,<br />
and he knew he could rely on me so I don’t think it was for any<br />
reason other than my safety, and he knew I wasn’t in any danger in<br />
a fire fight.” Mo was in agreement, a woman had picked up her<br />
mobile phone at the next table, which was a few feet away, so he<br />
waited for her to start talking before he continued.<br />
“My guess is there was something in that cave he was worried<br />
about, either biological or otherwise and he wanted to avoid you<br />
being exposed before he took it off of them. There were some<br />
readings taken in the clean-up but the results are classified which<br />
says it all without even digging any deeper don’t it.”<br />
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Tom agreed, this made some sense, Jules was always liable to<br />
be the noble martyr, it was just a question of it he’d ever get the<br />
chance to act on it, and this sounded like his opportunity had<br />
knocked.<br />
“Listen, I can’t thank you enough for this mate, I won’t let on<br />
any of this has come from you and I wouldn’t allow you to be<br />
exposed, but I might need another favour. I have an idea but I may<br />
need access to some, delicate material, say no if you want but can I<br />
at least ring if it turns out I need to?”<br />
Mo thought for a moment, he had risked his job on this, from a<br />
technical point of view he’d broken no laws, the information<br />
wasn’t in the national interest and even in his shit state, Tom was<br />
covered by his own official secrets act mandate. But it wasn’t the<br />
done thing and he would be seriously demoted at the least.<br />
“I’ll agree you can ask, let’s leave it at that for now mate, no<br />
promise, no pack drill yeah. “<br />
Tom smiled, this wasn’t the actual saying but he knew what he<br />
meant.<br />
It should have taken Tom fifteen minutes to walk back to<br />
Ricky’s house. Unbelievably he had given him a key. This made<br />
no sense to Tom, yes Benedict had vouched for him, so sure he<br />
could stay but how could he know what Tom was like? Ben knew<br />
him as a teenager, a long time ago. He might be the world’s worst<br />
thief for all Ricky knew, there were plenty of them in the military<br />
just as there were in any walk of life, but he had trusted him right<br />
away and although it was a nice thing to do, it made Tom worried<br />
for the young lad.<br />
The walk wasn’t too taxing, flat as a pancake all the way and<br />
the streets were wide pavements so not too busy, it still taxed<br />
Tom’s reserves though, and as he wandered past the police station,<br />
he looked at the grocers over the road. It wouldn’t have been out of<br />
place in any of the Middle Eastern cities he’d visited, fresh<br />
produce arranged along the store front, adverts for mobile top ups<br />
and cheap international calls plastered all over the glass and a<br />
friendly looking shopkeeper standing watch over his products.<br />
The pub on the corner was getting ready to open. The plants<br />
hanging from the cornice were being watered by a pole system,<br />
water flowing down the outside of the baskets back onto the<br />
pavement below. It was plenty wide enough to avoid a soaking and<br />
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Tom nodded his head in greeting to the young lady brandishing the<br />
pole, she smiled back, it was like that in London, people<br />
complained it was unfriendly and cold but they just didn’t go in for<br />
unnecessary chatter. A wave or nod was enough for these busy<br />
people. He walked along the edge of the park, he could see the<br />
Imperial War Museum partially obscure by some huge sycamore<br />
trees, he’d loved this place as a kid, running around all the tanks<br />
and aircraft, they even had a tunnel system in the Vietnam war<br />
section he would run in and out of.<br />
His mum hated the place but realised he was interested in<br />
something that was nominally educational at least, so she brought<br />
him here most school holidays, good times he thought. He had a<br />
sudden spasm brought on by a coughing fit and had to rest against<br />
the fence for a moment, Ricky’s was less than five minutes from<br />
here, he could manage that, then he could rest. He had stupidly left<br />
the relieving inhaler in his gear but he knew exactly where it was<br />
and wasn’t concerned at this point.<br />
The three-minute walk took him closer to fifteen as he stopped<br />
constantly to catch his breath. As he got to the steps up to the front<br />
door he panicked, did he have the energy left to mount the ten or<br />
so steps? It was then he realised that although he knew exactly<br />
where the inhaler and other stuff was, he would be lucky to get to<br />
it as it was on the second floor, considerably more than the ten<br />
gentle steps he had just been in a flap about. There was nothing for<br />
it but to try, he wasn’t sure what the effects of not taking anything<br />
might be. Would he just collapse exhausted or could he slip into a<br />
coma or worse die, he was ready to face death but not yet. Saffy<br />
was far from safe and he hadn’t got close to settling his affairs<br />
regarding Jules, this couldn’t be it. He had to just get there, by<br />
hook or by crook; there was just no option of failure.<br />
He managed the entrance steps very slowly and had to<br />
struggle with the shakes as he tried to use the unfamiliar keys,<br />
luckily there was just one Yale and one Chubb, so there wasn’t any<br />
need to test which went where. He had trouble focusing on the<br />
holes themselves and he fought himself for control of his hands.<br />
Finally managing to get the door open, he crashed into the hall, the<br />
door swinging shut behind him. He felt all the air rush out of him<br />
as he landed, he knocked his forehead on the mosaic-tiled<br />
vestibule, he was aware of the coolness of the floor and struggled<br />
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against the desire to rest there, on the seductively cold floor. A few<br />
minutes sleep would suffice, he knew it was the wrong thing to do,<br />
but it was so damned tempting.<br />
He was suddenly aware of movement in front of him, someone<br />
was there, he was saved, if he could just explain where the<br />
medication was he’d be fine.<br />
His heart sank, he looked where he judged they were and he<br />
saw Saffy standing there, he knew she wasn’t there so it must be a<br />
mirage of sorts. She came forward and knelt beside him, he could<br />
see her lips moving but the words were lost in the sound of his<br />
lungs wheezing loudly as he gasped for air. This was it, the last<br />
thing he’d see would be her, the girl he’d failed to rescue, how<br />
could they do this? Whoever was up there, to tease him at his last<br />
moment in the world? It was then he felt her hands on his forehead,<br />
they were warm, he hadn’t expected that, it felt real, he could feel<br />
the bump on his head more keenly when she touched it, was this<br />
even possible?<br />
Then he heard her, it sounded different to Saffy, this was a<br />
London accent, all dropped aitches and tees, she was asking what<br />
to do, what was wrong, she was flapping as much as he had been.<br />
She pulled out a phone and was calling someone, an ambulance<br />
maybe, how could this be, apparitions didn’t have phones did they,<br />
he heard her say a name, what was it Dick? Dicky? No, it was<br />
Ricky, she was speaking to Ricky. This made no sense at all, how<br />
would she have known him? Saffy couldn’t have known this, he<br />
was clearly in the midst of a dream of sorts, maybe this was how it<br />
always ended, he smiled to himself, not so bad, the pain was gone<br />
and he got to see her again even if it was meant as a torture of<br />
sorts.<br />
Ricky was shouting into the phone but Amber was completely<br />
panicked, she couldn’t calm herself down enough to be useful.<br />
“He’s got a bag upstairs, go and see if there’s anything in it.”<br />
She was talking to Tom as he spoke, trying to get some sense<br />
of what was wrong but he had passed out, or died she didn’t know<br />
which.<br />
“He’s not breathing Rick, he’s dead, he’s not breathing.”<br />
Benedict, who was sitting on a fold out chair next to where<br />
Ricky was standing, was piping up with his own advice, none of it<br />
particularly useful at this stage.<br />
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“Listen Amber, go to the front bedroom and check his things,<br />
he might be diabetic or something, just look and see, and I’ll call<br />
an ambulance, just get up there and look.”<br />
He had cut the call at this point and she stared at Tom a<br />
moment longer, then registered what Ricky had said. Diabetic,<br />
yeah, that could be it couldn’t it, she left him, she should have<br />
turned him onto his side she thought as she got to the room in<br />
question, too late now, it was more important she find anything<br />
that might help him. There was just a small holdall on the side with<br />
a wash bag on the edge of the bed, the smaller bag had nothing of<br />
note, shampoo, deodorant etc., so she pulled the holdall upside<br />
down and emptied it onto the duvet cover. There was a bottle with<br />
pills in it, and a couple of boxes with blister packs in them. She<br />
was about to rush out, thinking she had everything, when she saw<br />
the plastic inhaler. It was a dark maroon colour and blended with<br />
the bed clothes for a moment, she grabbed this as well and rushed<br />
down stairs, hoping against hope, he was still alive.<br />
She turned him onto his side, into the recovery position, she<br />
remembered this much from first aid training at brownies. God<br />
only knew how long ago that was. He had a pulse, a very quick<br />
one; this was good, wasn’t it? She was sure it was, your pulse<br />
slowed down when you died didn’t it? She tried to rouse him, only<br />
he knew what these drugs did and which would be able to help him<br />
but he wasn’t coming round, why was she so stressed she thought,<br />
she’d never seen this man before just now.<br />
His crash landing had made her jump out of her skin. She<br />
came up thinking Ricky had fallen. She imagined taking the piss<br />
out of him for being a clumsy oaf, not even considering it wasn’t<br />
him let alone a complete stranger, although there was something<br />
familiar about him. She had been completely unaware of the<br />
ambulance pulling up outside and jumped as the front door banged<br />
with some urgency.<br />
The medic rushed in and immediately started firing questions<br />
at her, she could just about get out the fact she didn’t even know<br />
his name when they noticed the medication, they snatched it out of<br />
her hand and began reading, while the second of the two started to<br />
apply a mask and check his vitals.<br />
“This stuffs pretty heavy gear, mate; big time pain relief and<br />
this inhaler’s not asthmatic. It’s not one that I’ve ever seen.”<br />
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The medic beside Tom reached out and took the inhaler.<br />
“Yeah, I’ve seen one of these, on a young guy a few years<br />
back, it’s for serious lung complaints; he had cancer as far as I<br />
remember.”<br />
The first guy shook his head in frustration, “Well, we ain't<br />
going to have any of this stuff on board are we? We can’t just stick<br />
him on a nebuliser can we, not if it’s something worse, it won’t cut<br />
it will it?”<br />
They continued to try and revive him as they put through a<br />
call about the meds, he was breathing with the help of the oxygen<br />
and it was a judgement call as to whether to move him or try and<br />
stay put to administer whatever it was he needed, if they had any.<br />
Ricky called Amber to see what was happening. He handed Ben<br />
over to a fellow stallholder to sort him out, and was en route. She<br />
handed the phone over to the medic and he told them what he<br />
knew, which was his name and the fact he was Army, yes, he had<br />
been a bit tired yesterday but he never mentioned anything serious<br />
to him. With everything they were likely to know on their sheets,<br />
they decided it was best to get him up the road to St Thomas’s, it<br />
was a five-minute journey and they were doing nothing where they<br />
were.<br />
The hospital managed to find something to relieve his<br />
breathing problems and eventually he came around. Weak and<br />
drained he managed to fill them in on what they needed to know.<br />
He didn’t know the name of his consultant at The Royal Marsden<br />
but they had enough detail to find him on their system.<br />
Ricky had been there when he woke up, he’d been sitting in<br />
vigil all the while he was there according to the nurse who brought<br />
him a bedpan. With his condition under control and medication<br />
administered accordingly, he was able to sit up and drink, he<br />
couldn’t keep food down yet but that had been a problem for a<br />
while now, so they saw no need to react to it. He sent Ricky to get<br />
him some southern fried chicken and corn after a couple of days<br />
and he managed to enjoy it for a while, before it came back up. He<br />
cracked Ricky up with his colourful on the way up line. He didn’t<br />
mention seeing Saffy, as he was embarrassed about it now, so<br />
when Ricky brought Amber in to see him he was dumbstruck for a<br />
moment.<br />
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She wasn’t a dead ringer by any stretch, she was short, a little<br />
darker skinned and her hair was pulled back tight into a pony tail,<br />
but he could see how he’d been mistaken in his delirium.<br />
“I owe you a debt of thanks I believe. Honestly if there is<br />
anything I can do for you, just say the word.”<br />
Ricky was beaming with pride as if it had been him being<br />
thanked.<br />
“She wants for nothing mate, ain't that right Amber? I sort out<br />
whatever she needs, no matter what.<br />
Tom was no body language expert, he’d done some courses in<br />
the regiment for surveillance jobs, but he knew when someone’s<br />
advances weren’t wanted.<br />
“Whatever Rick, I think he was just being nice, he can’t really<br />
do much, dying of cancer can he? Dick head.”<br />
His expression didn’t change as he smiled at her.<br />
“Yeah, I know, I was just telling him how sorted you were, in<br />
case he was worried about it, don’t call me dickhead, Ams. It’s not<br />
nice is it?”<br />
Tom was pleased when they eventually left, it was clear Ricky<br />
was in love but as clear as hell that it wasn’t reciprocated. Should<br />
he tell him he wondered? What good would it do? She all but told<br />
him a dozen times in their brief visit and he wasn’t getting it.<br />
Tom woke up on the third day to find Benedict sitting next to<br />
him. He was alone and seemed to be sleeping himself. It was about<br />
four in the afternoon, he had taken to napping after lunch, so it was<br />
starting to get a bit darker outside, spring was a way off yet. The<br />
view from his room would have cost thousands a night in a hotel.<br />
He was directly opposite the Houses of Parliament, with the<br />
Thames all that separated them. There were a few pleasure boats<br />
going past, he could hear their commentary as a faint squawking,<br />
one of them was one of the submersible vehicles he had seen drive<br />
past on his way to meet Mo. It was then he remembered he had<br />
been carrying an envelope, and it was too important to be lost, he<br />
hadn’t thought about much in the past couple of days and he<br />
berated himself for taking his eye completely off the ball, where<br />
was the phone he’d been carrying?<br />
He needed to know and get things sorted fast. Benedict stirred<br />
as Tom fidgeted, trying to see if there was anything on the locker<br />
beside the bed, it was closed and locked, who had the key and was<br />
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there anything in there of his? He needed to know now, he was<br />
about to press the nurse call button on his remote control console,<br />
it controlled the TV, radio and had a number of buttons for the<br />
lighting etc. The big orange one was to call a nurse, it was meant<br />
for emergencies but this felt pretty fucking urgent right then.<br />
“Whassup son? You fussing away there, I can hear you getting<br />
all het up, what’s wrong need the potty, boy?”<br />
Ben sitting upright now leaned forward to better hear what he<br />
thought was going on.<br />
“Sorry mate, I just need to find my stuff, there was some<br />
important things I had with me, I can’t lose them they’re really<br />
important, mate.”<br />
“More important than telling your oldest friend you gonna<br />
die? Is that what you saying son, cos I would have thought that was<br />
really important too, if I was you Tom, don’t you t’ink?”<br />
He had dreaded this moment from getting out of the cab on<br />
Brixton High Street. He knew it was coming, but he hoped to delay<br />
it as long as possible, maybe entirely by passing before he had time<br />
to get round to it. Ben looked upset, and he could understand why.<br />
“I’m sorry, mate, I would have told you sooner rather than<br />
later, honestly mate. I was so pleased to see you and meeting Ricky<br />
and everything it just didn’t seem like the right time, honestly,<br />
mate I just didn’t want to upset you, that’s all, I promise.”<br />
Ben had tears in his eyes, they ran down his mahogany skin,<br />
still smooth despite his seventy odd years.<br />
“Yes, it would have upset me, boy. I love you like my own<br />
and God knows I failed them kids, but I could have helped you.<br />
We’d have known to look out for you,” he wiped his eyes as he<br />
continued, “ Ricky would have been there for you, got the drugs<br />
when you wanted them, saved all this hospital shit, just by saying<br />
something then Tom, we could have helped.” He was imploring,<br />
there was a tinge to his voice Tom had never heard, he loved the<br />
old man as much as anyone barring Jules and Saffy, it hurt to cause<br />
this man pain and anguish.<br />
“What can I say Ben? I really thought it was the wrong time, I<br />
would have stayed away if I could, rather than have you dealing<br />
with this on top of your own shit.”<br />
Ben sat quietly for a while, composing himself, Tom, unsure if<br />
he would be intruding on some private moment by speaking just<br />
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laid there, his urgency to find his things seemingly disbanded by<br />
his oldest friend’s emotions.<br />
“Tom, I wanted to tell you something important, something<br />
you should have known long ago, but like you said the time wasn’t<br />
right. When you came back to the market that day, it’s something<br />
big Tom,” he laughed a little.<br />
“You’re not gonna tell me you’re my dad are you mate.”<br />
Ben tutted irritably, “Hush ya stupid mouth boy, this ain't no<br />
time for no jokes, you dying boy, and you don’t know shit about<br />
anything. How do you like Ricky? He a good boy ya reckon?”<br />
This change in tack confused Tom entirely.<br />
“What? Ricky? I don’t get it, where’s that come from? Yeah,<br />
he’s a smashing lad but what’s that got to do with the price of<br />
fish?”<br />
“What do you know about your father Tom? What did Demi<br />
say? Did she tell you who he was or anything, back then?”<br />
This was heading down a very strange path for Tom but he<br />
humoured him.<br />
“Not a thing, mate, all I knew was when I joined up she wrote<br />
dead on the form, we never spoke about it, maybe a normal kid<br />
would have asked but I didn’t need a dad, I had her and then you.”<br />
This made Ben smile with pride, yes, he had been like a father<br />
to him in some ways, but it was nice to hear he thought so too.<br />
“Well, I knew your mum before you were born, when she was<br />
seeing your dad, I didn’t like the man, he was a damn fool of a<br />
man, but she liked him and when she got pregnant she was<br />
shocked when he told her to have an abortion. She told him to fuck<br />
off, tough lady that one, she cuss him up good style and got on<br />
with it.”<br />
He licked his lips, there was a jug of water by the bed, Tom<br />
was unattached for a change, so he rose and offered the cup to Ben,<br />
he thanked him with a nod.<br />
“Anyway, his name was Don, Don Head, he lived in one of<br />
the estates off of Kennington Lane, he had a wife, that’s why he<br />
wanted you gone, anyway he never knew you as far as I know, he<br />
just pretended it never happen and carry on like before, blood claht<br />
fool, he was a shit, no doubt about it.”<br />
Tom was even more confused by this, so he knew him and he<br />
was a bit of a cunt, did this really need to come out, especially<br />
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now, he would have happily gone to his early grave without<br />
knowing he was the progeny of an arsehole womaniser.<br />
“Anyway he goes back to his wife and she died, something<br />
like what killing you I t’ink, and he is widowed, he gets some<br />
insurance money and manages to buy a shop, selling other people<br />
shit, like antiques and shit, and he finds a young woman and<br />
marries again.”<br />
He took another sip of the water, so Tom took his opportunity<br />
to interrupt.<br />
“I don’t really care about any of this Ben, he sounds like a<br />
right cunt and I was better off without him, if that’s what you’re<br />
trying to say consider it done mate.”<br />
Ben lifted his hand to quieten him down.<br />
“Calm down boy, me not a fool, there’s stuff you do need to<br />
know, at least I think so, not just for you, but the boy as well.”<br />
Tom stopped himself from starting to interject again.<br />
“What do you mean the boy, what fucking boy, me? Back then<br />
you mean?”<br />
“Hold up a minute. I’s getting there. Your dad had another<br />
son, with his new wife. She had a boy and he called him Richard.<br />
The bastard knew he would have people calling him Dick, just to<br />
be funny, but he did it anyway. He gave that boy hell before he<br />
was even walking, just as well he was a tough kid, he never let no<br />
one get to him, not ever, even now he’s strong and gentle and let’s<br />
no one fuck with him, ‘cept maybe that girl but that’s something he<br />
needs to learn himself.”<br />
It took a moment to sink in, Tom sat with his back supported<br />
by pillows, the noise of a busy hospital in the background, a car<br />
horn out on Westminster bridge, he was aware of all these things<br />
as he tried to piece what he had heard into something he could<br />
register.<br />
“So this boy, this son, this Dick or whatever, are you saying<br />
he’s my brother? That I’ve had a brother all this time and I never<br />
knew?”<br />
Ben looked sad, he hadn’t quite got it all, then the penny<br />
dropped.<br />
“Hang on, Richard, that’s what you said wasn’t it, that’s why<br />
you wanted to know what I thought of Ricky, you’re saying he’s<br />
my brother, is that it Ben?”<br />
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The old man looked relieved as he nodded. He had kept this to<br />
himself for years, even when he met Ricky and realised who he<br />
was, he had never said a word. He liked the boy anyway but he felt<br />
a duty to Tom, to look out for him, he turned out to be the best<br />
thing in his life, but first and foremost, he was doing it for Tom.<br />
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Chapter Fifteen<br />
The week in the refuge had been hard for Saffy; there had<br />
been a scuffle at the door one night, an abusive husband came to<br />
reclaim his kids. It was nothing to do with her, but the idea that a<br />
simple father and husband could find their partner in this place<br />
frightened her, she knew Vitaly had access to resources. People<br />
who would be on the lookout for her, the only comfort was that she<br />
was well away from anywhere he would be looking. In all the time<br />
they had been together, they never once mentioned Croydon, not in<br />
passing or anything, she wasn’t sure she had even heard of it<br />
before she came here.<br />
Fiona had been true to her word and visited every day, she<br />
made her feel special, as if this case meant something extra to her,<br />
and it made Saffy feel good. It was probably just her way of<br />
working, but it was a nice fiction, she told herself.<br />
Now the time had come for Saffron to move on. Anne Marie<br />
had called her into the admin room after breakfast to tell her Fiona<br />
had phoned. There was a space opened up in a safe house and she<br />
was next on the list, the details were a bit vague, all she knew was<br />
it was out of London and she would be picked up later today, so be<br />
ready.<br />
She didn’t have much to pack, she hadn’t brought anything<br />
with her, her washing stuff was all new and she only had a few<br />
changes of clothes she had taken from the lost and found room. It<br />
didn’t fit or suit her very well, but it was clean and did the job.<br />
Only her underwear was new. A bulk buy from the local discount<br />
clothing store, she had spent all money for that day, she got an<br />
allowance each day because of the drugs, they felt if she had more<br />
she might try and get a fix somewhere, on two packs of knickers<br />
and some vest. She was lucky enough to get away without the need<br />
for a bra, not something she had ever felt lucky about up until now,<br />
but times had changed dramatically for her and now she celebrated<br />
the little things as much as she could.<br />
It was Fiona that turned up for her at about one thirty. She<br />
hugged Anne Marie and thanked her for her care, she waved to<br />
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some of the other women, most of them were new so didn’t care at<br />
all what was going on for her. She’d felt the same when she arrived<br />
and thought no worse of them for it. It turned out their destination<br />
was Brighton, the Blackpool of the South Fiona told her proudly. It<br />
was a bustling town with a big leisure industry based around the<br />
famous pier and beach as well as a huge university, it was eclectic<br />
and vibrant and she was sure Saffy would settle in, once the initial<br />
shock wore off. Moving home is said to be one of the four most<br />
traumatic things you can go through, and here was Saffy, in her<br />
third new home in a year, nothing could compare to the trauma of<br />
the first, but it was all relative and this would take some getting<br />
used to.<br />
The whole moving thing was exacerbated by the fact she knew<br />
no one, and couldn’t get in touch with any friends from London, or<br />
home in case they let slip, innocently or otherwise to Vitaly. This<br />
was a strict rule that was very seriously enforced, if she let it slip<br />
they would withdraw their assistance entirely, resources were so<br />
stretched it was handled like triage, save the ones who are in with a<br />
shout of surviving and leave the others to their fate.<br />
Apart from chatting about Brighton’s many amenities and the<br />
like, they spoke about having a baby. Saffy had warmed to the idea<br />
over the week and once she had resolved the drug treatment issue,<br />
she became more confident that she could do it, on her own as she<br />
put it. What was left unsaid was the fact Fiona would be leaving<br />
her in the care of another practitioner, in essence her exact<br />
counterpart, but they both knew she was an exception rather than<br />
the rule and the likelihood of getting someone anywhere near as<br />
attentive, was slim to none.<br />
She had managed to arrange for her benefits to be sorted. All<br />
the forms and medical evidence was ready to just show the local<br />
office and get things moving, in theory everything was sorted, but<br />
they both knew it wouldn’t run as smoothly as it should.<br />
The flat itself was on the second floor of a terraced house, she<br />
had a shared front door with a small lobby with two more doors off<br />
of it. Hers was the right hand one, a dreary grey colour but it<br />
looked quite secure. Two locks and once opened a dead bolt easily<br />
reached for extra security. Fiona showed her around, saying how<br />
nice things were to get Saffy excited about the place. The rooms<br />
were decent sizes, apart from the kitchen, which was a galley<br />
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affair. There was a smallish oven and hob, a fridge freezer but no<br />
room for a washing machine or other mod cons.<br />
The furnishings were basic, an old G plan type suite in the<br />
front room with a glass coffee table and TV cabinet, no TV, Fiona<br />
said there was a British Heart Foundation shop nearby according to<br />
the internet and they sold all sorts including TVs and music<br />
centres. This was all there was in the front room. The bedroom at<br />
the back of the house was a similar size to the lounge and had a<br />
standard IKEA issue double bed and a bedside table and wardrobe<br />
all sourced from the nation’s favourite Swedish import.<br />
The bathroom was functional with a bath and basin. The taps<br />
had a shower head attached, which pleased Saffy. The whole place<br />
seemed to have been attacked by a Magnolia mad decorator with a<br />
penchant for brown corduroy carpet, but at least it matched and<br />
was nice and light. In all, she was as happy as she’d been in quite a<br />
while.<br />
The time came for Fiona to leave. She helped Saffy out by<br />
driving to the local superstore to get some budget priced<br />
accessories. A kettle and toaster for silly money, there was a cheap<br />
set of dinner plates and the likes and cutlery going for a song. She<br />
was made up to get everything she did for a lot less than the<br />
hundred and ten pounds allocated by the charity that ran the house<br />
she was moving into. The excess was hers to keep, so she did a bit<br />
of a grocery shop while they were there. She declined to have a<br />
loyalty card, she was still paranoid about Vitaly searching for her<br />
and figured anywhere that her address was stored was a risk for<br />
now anyway.<br />
She had already decided on what she was going to use as her<br />
name when asked, she had learnt from Tom and Dad that you kept<br />
it similar to your own to aid memory, and this made sense right<br />
now. Pregnant women had a reputation for being flaky and she<br />
couldn’t risk accidently writing the wrong name on a store card or<br />
an application form. She discussed it with Fiona who agreed her<br />
name should be changed for the purpose of benefit and housing<br />
allowance claims. This wasn’t unusual and could be achieved<br />
easily enough for them to act on it straight away.<br />
Shopping done, Fiona took her back to her place, just saying it<br />
was weird but she liked the sound of it. Fiona had done all she<br />
could for her at this point, and it was time for them to say goodbye.<br />
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They hugged at the side of the road, Saffy held on tight to her and<br />
sobbed at the thought of losing her from her life, but this was the<br />
way things were done and Fiona promised to keep in touch and<br />
back her up if anything went awry. She knew this was more than<br />
she should be offering but she truly cared for Saffy and wanted to<br />
make things as simple and uncomplicated as possible. She too shed<br />
a tear but hid it as she climbed into the car, there was real emotion<br />
there as she drove to the end of the road and saw Saffy standing in<br />
the road waving furiously. She raised a hand but no more. She said<br />
a little prayer for her, as her sat nav gave her directions back onto<br />
the main London road. If only she had known that 70 or so miles<br />
down this very road, was Saffy’s potential saviour, things never<br />
worked out the way you want to and she hadn’t a clue who Tom<br />
was let alone his mission.<br />
Saffy fussed about the flat all night, cleaning and washing<br />
floors, ensuring everything was as it would have been if her Mum<br />
had been there. She rarely thought about her anymore, they had<br />
fallen out after her affair had been exposed.<br />
Dad had asked her to stay out of it, not to pick sides but it was<br />
inevitable. Dad was a noble honest man who’s sense of duty was<br />
unequalled by anyone she knew, and that included Tom. So, how<br />
could her mum shit on him? On their marriage and for what? A<br />
glorified tea boy at her oh so posh office. Where partners were<br />
banned from firms do’s, to allow for the shenanigans that went on.<br />
At first she had kept schtum, yes, she been a little aloof around<br />
her but not too bad. She was already set up with her digs for her<br />
first year at uni, so had a month tops at home to survive without<br />
any incidents, she lasted a week. There had been a phone call that<br />
Saffy had beaten her mum to answer, it wasn’t a big deal but she<br />
was clearly not happy about it. There was a male voice on the other<br />
end, he said hello then hung up. Saffy flipped out, she accused her<br />
of trashing their marriage and treating her dad like a fool, he was<br />
more of a man than anyone she might fall upon in her shitty office<br />
job.<br />
It was the kind of place where the company car was a status<br />
symbol, they didn’t even pay for them so what was the big deal<br />
about it. These people had no concept of duty and honour just<br />
profits and loss. They even viewed the wars as balance sheets, if<br />
we lost less than they did, we were winning and should be<br />
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celebrating, cocks like this enraged her at the best of times and<br />
now her mother was screwing one, oh the joys of middle aged<br />
parents.<br />
Sally had knocked on her door just after Fiona had left and<br />
Saffy was looking tearful as she opened the door.<br />
“Oh sweetheart, are you okay? I thought I’d wait for your<br />
friend to leave before saying hi. I’m Sally and I just wanted to see<br />
if you fancied a cuppa and a chat, you know, get to know each<br />
other, you look like you could do with some company.”<br />
Saffy sniffed a little and smiled weakly.<br />
“Hi Sally, I’m” she paused for a second, this was the first time<br />
she was going to lie about her name and she had to gird herself,<br />
lying wasn’t a natural thing for her to do.<br />
“Sandra, I’m fine, just a bit tearful. I had to say goodbye to a<br />
really nice lady that’s all, I can’t come in right now, I’m in the<br />
middle of unpacking.”<br />
She didn’t even have a single box of possessions.<br />
“But maybe tomorrow if that’s okay? If you’re not busy I<br />
mean.”<br />
Sally returned the smile in spades, her teeth were a mixture of<br />
browns, yellows, and gold, not an orthodontist in her spare time<br />
Saffy thought.<br />
“No problem love, just knock if you need anything and we’ll<br />
have a catch up tomorrow. I’ll hold you to that; you know that,<br />
don’t you?”<br />
She was smiling broadly as she spoke, clearly not embarrassed<br />
by the condition of her teeth.<br />
“Yeah, that’ll be great, I’ve gotta go Hun, speak to you in the<br />
morning or something, yeah?”<br />
In truth, she could probably have done with the distraction of<br />
chatting about nothing to a friendly stranger, but she was<br />
uncomfortable with her story and wanted more time to think it<br />
through. She was Sandra from York and she was here to be closer<br />
to her parents who lived in Worthing. Wherever that was, Fiona<br />
said it was close enough to be true but not so close as you’d expect<br />
to be seeing them every five minutes. She could cover her back by<br />
going out all day and saying she’d met them in town for lunch etc.,<br />
it was all very plausible but it was a lie and Saffy hadn’t had<br />
anywhere near enough experience of doing it to be at ease with it.<br />
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Her first night alone was strange, with no TV she couldn’t get<br />
any news or watch the soaps, what would the miserable folks of<br />
East London or Manchester be up to. This last year had become a<br />
blur so these shows were no loss, there were however, a few things<br />
she did like to watch, so she decided to invest in a TV as soon as<br />
she could. The flat had special acoustically designed floors, which<br />
were supposed to prevent neighbours dispute, and from the<br />
downstairs neighbour, Sally’s point of view, they worked quite<br />
well.<br />
There wasn’t any noise caused by footsteps but Saffy could<br />
hear her loud music and feel the thump of the bass as vibration in<br />
her feet. It was way too early to complain. Sally seemed nice and<br />
she didn’t want to arouse too much interest in herself in case a<br />
question came up and someone suddenly noticed the mixed race<br />
girl with a Leeds accent. Her sense of security was low and she<br />
checked the locks and double-checked them before shoving the<br />
one-inch thick steel bar into place.<br />
Being alone felt odd, but she decided it was preferable to<br />
having to watch the other girls at the refuge make excuses for their<br />
partners. According to them, they couldn’t be held responsible for<br />
their acts of emotional, physical and sexual violence they carried<br />
out on them or their children, because they were stressed, drunk or<br />
high on one drug or another. She had no such qualms about Vitaly,<br />
he was pure evil and she knew although she had been naive and<br />
stupid. That was the extent of her responsibility in this matter. She<br />
had been duped and exploited for financial gain by a full time<br />
criminal who had nothing redeeming for her to hang her hat on.<br />
The first few days were spent getting things into some sort of<br />
order. There was very little for her to do but she felt like it was a<br />
rite of passage when you moved in to a new place. She used her<br />
remaining funds to get a few little bits at the charity shop. She also<br />
spied a TV in the shop Fiona recommended. It was £90, but she<br />
figured she could save up for a few weeks and get it. She could<br />
have put a deposit down but again she would have to leave her<br />
name and address and her fears of someone getting hold of the<br />
information was all encompassing.<br />
By the end of the first week, she was happily pottering about,<br />
popping down for coffee with Sally and enjoying adding to her<br />
ruse. She kept the general details the same, first names of her<br />
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parents and the like, she even upgraded Tom to her mother’s<br />
brother, rather than explain how he was her uncle without being<br />
actually related.<br />
Sally wasn’t too nosey; she was happy with what she knew<br />
and had experience of the kind of girls who lived upstairs,<br />
damaged lasses, who needed some care and attention. She didn’t<br />
mention to Saffy that the last girl had been found out by her ex and<br />
had to move on under the cover of the night, no need to frighten<br />
her was there?<br />
With the whole introduction business out of the way, Sally had<br />
just one thing to consider about “Sandra”, how much to let her<br />
know about her little cottage industry thing she had going on.<br />
Sally, apart from her obvious hippiness, was also into marijuana<br />
big time. She started as a student and never really got off it, that<br />
was over thirty-five years ago and it was not without its problem<br />
over the years. She had suffered with poor mental health, hence her<br />
being given the flat by another charity linked to the one Saffy had<br />
been taken on by, her teeth were stained and she was always<br />
stinking of the Herb, as Ben would have called it. The cost of<br />
supplying herself with a constant stash was higher than ever, but<br />
she was able to do so by selling it to the many students that had<br />
their digs in the streets around where she lived. There was a lot of<br />
competition as there always would be in a university town with as<br />
cosmopolitan a populace as Brighton, and to some extent Hove<br />
nearby, but she was strictly old school, and had avoided getting<br />
into the super skunk and the likes. She was the connoisseur’s<br />
dealer and she prided herself on this, and until recently, she just<br />
sold to her regulars and made enough to keep her in weed and<br />
cigarette papers with a few quid left over for a few antiques.<br />
Recently this had changed as a couple of the New Year’s<br />
intake had asked if she could get them any Ketamine. At first, she<br />
had baulked at the suggestion until she mentioned it to a vet who<br />
also used her regularly. He said he could get her a regular supply<br />
for dirt cheap and they would split any profits, she wasn’t sure but<br />
he was keen and she trusted him so now she was the “Go to” lady<br />
for K-holers from miles around. She didn’t see Saffy as the kind of<br />
girl who would be put off by a small time dealer but she had made<br />
this mistake before while living in London and ended up with a<br />
record as a dealer. She would play it by ear she guessed, the topic<br />
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was bound to come up and being a good judge of character she<br />
would be able to gauge her feelings and if necessary keep quiet on<br />
the whole dealing front.<br />
One problem she might have with this was the occasions, quite<br />
a common occurrence, when the wrong bell was pressed, she<br />
would certainly get pissed off by the late night callers and if she<br />
didn’t know what the score was, might be inclined to call the<br />
police. She may even be equipped with a panic button, some girls<br />
in her situation had them, she knew this much. She resolved to try<br />
and get around to it as soon as she could without pressing it, then if<br />
need be, she could give her a little something by way of<br />
compensation for any trouble the stoners of Brighton may cause in<br />
the future.<br />
Her chance came the next morning, Sandra had been to the<br />
social to sort out her benefits and been given a cheque to tied her<br />
over. Being a sensible lass, she spent it all on groceries. She had<br />
struggled all the way from the local supermarket and was<br />
exhausted by the time she made it to the little lobby they shared.<br />
Sally was only too happy to assist in getting the heavy bags up the<br />
stairs into the tiny kitchen and gratefully accepted the offer a cuppa<br />
in payment.<br />
“Should you be hauling loads of bags over a mile in your<br />
condition love?”<br />
Sally nodded at her stomach by way of inferring she was<br />
pregnant.<br />
“How did you know, I mean, how can you tell?”<br />
Sally laughed, “I know a little show when I see one, you’re<br />
like a rake from three sides and then there’s this little bump and a<br />
pair of tits, which seem to be growing too, I might add.”<br />
Saffy blushed, “I thought it wouldn’t show for ages, I didn’t<br />
want everyone to know until I was ready. I’m going to a rehab<br />
place and I don’t want the other addicts to think I was using while<br />
carrying a baby, do you get what I mean?”<br />
This shocked Sally a little, she seemed like a smart cookie not<br />
the type to dabble in anything serious.<br />
“I’m sure they won’t think anything of the sort. Wear a baggy<br />
tee shirt and they’ll never notice; they probably have their own<br />
problems anyway.” She was curious, so she continued, “ what are<br />
you coming off if you don’t mind me asking love, tell me to<br />
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ugger off if you like” Saffy had considered this moment, once she<br />
realised she liked the weird old lady, who wasn’t as old as Saffy<br />
thought. She knew the subject of her drug problem could come up,<br />
the pregnancy was always going to become apparent but she had<br />
no need to tell her, the reason she did was in the hope she might<br />
lend her a supporting shoulder when the times got tougher.<br />
“Nothing too drastic to be honest. One of them was called<br />
Heaven, which is an expensive designer drug. It’s not even<br />
available in most parts of the country, shouldn’t be too hard to stop<br />
should it?” She bit her lip as she wondered whether to go on, “I did<br />
a bit of Heroin as well, not often, I smoked it, I wasn’t injecting or<br />
any of that stuff and speed every now and then, more now than<br />
then to be honest.”<br />
Sally gave a sad smile so she went on.<br />
“I’m on a new program to get off if it all, but because of the<br />
baby it’s harder than it needs to be. They can’t give me the same<br />
stuff as they do to everyone, so I have to just suck it up as they say,<br />
and get over it as quick as I can, you don’t hate me or anything do<br />
you Sally? I’m not a bad person, I didn’t even touch anything until<br />
I met my ex, it was him who got me started and I’ll never forgive<br />
him for it.”<br />
Sally shook her head sadly.<br />
“Listen love, I’ve been around the block far too many times to<br />
know that girls like you don’t do these things for no reason, you’re<br />
clearly a smart girl and have your head screwed on, I couldn’t hate<br />
you for anything love, it’s just not in my nature. I could hate the<br />
bastards that get you girls into these situations, yeah, if I tried but<br />
never you, love.”<br />
Saffy had tears in her eyes as she hugged Sally, ignoring the<br />
smell.<br />
“Thanks Sally that means so much to hear that, it’s been hard<br />
and I don’t want anyone else to hate me, I’m sure that everyone<br />
else will, if they knew what I’d been doing just to pay for the<br />
drugs, but knowing you don’t means everything right now it really<br />
does.”<br />
They had disengaged and Sally took a seat at the little white<br />
table, her cup of tea cradled in her hands.<br />
“There’s something I need to tell you as well love, it’s nothing<br />
terrible or anything but you might notice a few things and if I don’t<br />
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tell you right away, it might bother you and I wouldn’t want that to<br />
happen, okay?”<br />
Saffy nodded to show she did.<br />
“I have what you might call a little business that I run from<br />
downstairs and there’s a possibility you might meet some of my<br />
customers from time to time. They’re all nice people, some of<br />
them have really important jobs, most are just students mind but<br />
some aren’t, anyway I sell a bit of weed every now and then, just<br />
for pin money you understand. I’m not about to start rolling up in a<br />
BMW anytime soon.” She laughed at her attempt at a joke, “Like I<br />
said, it’s no big deal, I just wanted to give you a heads up if you<br />
see strange people at the front door sometimes, I didn’t want you<br />
worrying it was your fella sending them or anything like that.”<br />
She looked Saffy in the eyes to gauge her reaction, she hadn’t<br />
screamed the place down denouncing her as an evil peddler of<br />
death yet, so she was hopeful.<br />
“Listen, I kind of guessed what was going on by the fact these<br />
young men were popping in, I see them from my front window and<br />
at first I thought they might be relatives, but they’re not all white<br />
are they?”<br />
She put her hands on Sally’s to show she was genuinely okay<br />
with it.<br />
“I guessed something was going on, I don’t mind Sally, I<br />
might have even been a client if it wasn’t for my condition,<br />
although, I’ve never really liked pot, but as long as it’s just you<br />
and bit of weed I’m fine with it.”<br />
It was Sally’s turn to hug Saffy, she was a lovely girl she<br />
thought, damn shame she ended up in a place like this hiding from<br />
who knew what kind of bastard.<br />
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Chapter Sixteen<br />
Tom was kept in the hospital for another two nights, which<br />
were like a torture in themselves. He had a private room, for no<br />
reason other than he was there when it was empty, but the noise of<br />
the hospital drove him crazy. The constant sound of the air<br />
conditioning blasting out air that was either, too warm or too cold,<br />
allied to the general hubbub of a busy medical ward meant<br />
although he did sleep, nothing could have prevented it at this point,<br />
his waking hours were a drain. It was as if he spent all his<br />
resources on blotting things out, both audible and mental as it<br />
happened. The news about Ricky had been a shock, obviously, not<br />
just to him but Ricky as well. He had come in and hugged him, as<br />
if they had been on a schmaltzy TV show about reunions or<br />
something. He didn’t know how to react so just patted his back and<br />
tried to get him to release the hug as quickly as possible. For some<br />
reason he didn’t want to talk about it just yet, he accepted it had to<br />
be discussed, but he wasn’t ready just yet. It was an inconvenience<br />
at this time, he had the stuff with Saffy to sort didn’t he?<br />
It was totally understandable that he would have to deal with<br />
this stuff first, there was an urgency that couldn’t be ignored or set<br />
aside for family stuff. He felt guilty because Ricky was proper<br />
chuffed, he had always wanted a brother and to have a real life<br />
hero in his family was everything he could have wished for. The<br />
fact Tom was not long for this world had been missed thus far, and<br />
he was sure it would hit him soon and then the recriminations<br />
would begin, there would be some surely, you couldn’t just shrug<br />
and accept the way of things without rancour could you?<br />
His fears over his missing bits was quickly resolved when the<br />
key to locker, which Ricky had, opened it up to reveal the envelope<br />
and the phone, its charge had run out and Tom cursed himself for<br />
not sorting this out sooner when he should have.<br />
Ricky, who had a plethora of chargers in a drawer in the<br />
kitchen, managed to match it up, and got it working again. Had he<br />
missed any call? He assumed they would have gone straight<br />
through to Ellen, without having a phone that worked she would<br />
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have been unable to contact him. He did have another phone back<br />
in his room at Ricky’s place, it was the one the other lads had the<br />
number for, but he hadn’t given this to Ellen. She may have<br />
already had it through Jules but he had told her to just use her own<br />
number. She would find it easier in a crisis to remember this and<br />
he didn’t want her randomly texting him for no reason. Now he<br />
wasn’t so sure he’d made a good call on this one, for all he knew<br />
Saffy may have been in touch or Yuri might have called again, he<br />
wouldn’t know until he got back in touch with Ellen, and he had<br />
other problems to sort at the moment.<br />
Being bed ridden had one advantage and that was he could sit<br />
and read without interruption, except at visiting time when Ricky<br />
would rock up, usually with some fruit or a magazine in hand. He<br />
was a thoughtful lad, Tom thought, he tried to cheer him up<br />
whenever he came and kept him abreast of the goings on at the<br />
market, with Ben etc. He was good company and he was kind of<br />
proud of him, as if he had any right to be. As he was going to leave<br />
this world without having procreated at least his blood would flow<br />
on in future generations through Ricky’s family. He may have<br />
been a complete wally at times but he was a good lad nonetheless.<br />
With Ricky not due for a couple of hours at least so, Tom<br />
finally ripped open the flap sealing the contents in, and produced a<br />
paper clipped set of A4 sheets with printed text and photographs.<br />
The first page was a rap sheet, there was a small thumbnail picture<br />
of Vitaly, it was an old pic, he was shaven headed at the time and<br />
looked quite mean and moody. Tom knew these photos were<br />
useless as gauges of a person, his own mug shot was appalling, he<br />
looked like a cross between Charlie Manson and Grossburger from<br />
the stir crazy film.<br />
It gave his date of birth as an approximation, he was about 26,<br />
it detailed his father’s death in a turf war on the streets of Moscow<br />
when he was five years old. There was some detail of his mother’s<br />
death and then a social services report about placing him in a boy’s<br />
home. His name had been different then, Vishtasb Rabiev, now he<br />
was known as Vitaly Dudayev. There was no explanation on the<br />
sheet as to why this was the case, he read on. He had been arrested<br />
a few times in Moscow for minor drug dealing and extortion<br />
offences, he served no time and when he left there were no<br />
outstanding warrants.<br />
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The second page was from the FSB, the Russian replacement<br />
for the Soviet KGB, although slightly more akin to the FBI than<br />
the CIA, they were an intelligence lead organisation dealing with<br />
high-level crime.<br />
Again, there was a mug shot, he was a bit older in this one and<br />
a full head of black hair, there was the same detail about his origins<br />
and mention of a sister who had been killed in an attack on an<br />
institution of some kind. No further details were given and Tom<br />
wasn’t too interested one way or another. Where this sheet differed<br />
was the level of information, where before he had been seen as a<br />
low level street thug working for the Chechens, this detailed a<br />
number of interesting events.<br />
He had been caught during a sting operation trying to stop the<br />
supply of Heroin from Central Asia, in return for his release he had<br />
agreed to inform on his cohorts. This hadn’t worked very well, the<br />
information was low grade and led to no arrests that meant much,<br />
he had played them, all the while maintaining he was playing ball.<br />
He had progressed quite far in the organisation, becoming<br />
instrumental in the protection rackets and was suspected of<br />
involvement in a few high profile killings of mobsters and<br />
politicians, from what Tom knew of Russian politics they meant<br />
the same thing.<br />
It was at about this point in his reading he noticed the<br />
grammar was particularly poor for an official document, he then<br />
realised this would have all been written in Russian and someone<br />
had had to translate it all, there might be gaps in the language that<br />
didn’t account for certain phrase. This distraction was typical of<br />
what was going on in his head, he couldn’t focus in the way he had<br />
always done, it was part of his strength that he would get things<br />
easily and be able to explain them to others without any problems,<br />
now his mind wandered without reason.<br />
He had read the entire second sheet and most of third, there<br />
were a few details of individual crimes, suspicions of collusion<br />
with law enforcement officers, nothing very alarming for Tom. He<br />
was clearly violent, but within his own circles, thus far.<br />
Page four was much the same. It ended up with some details<br />
of a turf war between the Chechens and native Russians, he had<br />
been in some trouble with his employers down to a woman he had<br />
assaulted. There was no detail of the assault but it worried him, this<br />
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event had made him persona non grata with his bosses and he did<br />
an about turn, contacting an undercover FSB agent about a<br />
proposed deal. Another person entering the room he was calling<br />
from interrupted him and nothing else was communicated to their<br />
agent.<br />
The next page detailed the outcome of his planned coup. He<br />
had apparently not been put off by the failed attempt, and made a<br />
deal further up the food chain. The whole thing was a<br />
masterstroke, he managed to lure some leading figures in the<br />
organisation to a meeting supposedly to share some vital<br />
knowledge that would buy him a pardon from his misdemeanours.<br />
They arrived en masse, with entourages in tow, where by the<br />
Russians massacred them to a man. Details of the attack were thin<br />
on the ground as their agents, of which there were a few, were<br />
somehow frozen out of the operation. Vitaly disappeared from<br />
Russia the following day, with no record of him leaving. In fact, he<br />
had never owned a passport. This was the end of the FSB<br />
paperwork, he was gone and therefore no longer their problem.<br />
He next shows up in some Interpol documents. He was in<br />
Amsterdam working for the Russians, again he was mid-level and<br />
usually the muscle in anything required. He again was suspected of<br />
some extortion and murder but without any real evidence that<br />
could have been used in a trial. This was all detailed in a further<br />
Interpol sheet, which was of more interest. For a start it appeared<br />
that the attack on the young woman in Moscow had been sexual in<br />
nature and resulted in her being wheel chair bound, added to this<br />
he was suspected of involvement in getting eastern European girls<br />
into Holland and using them as sex trade workers, either<br />
voluntarily or under coercion.<br />
He was supposedly using drugs to entice them in, using<br />
violence to keep them, after a number of girls had turned up dead<br />
in unlikely places, and before they could pin anything on him, he<br />
had fled the coop.<br />
He was off the radar for about six months when he was next<br />
flagged up as being in London. He was now heading up another<br />
Russian operation, his predecessor having been found in pieces<br />
floating in a suitcase on a canal in North London. The reports were<br />
now about his nightclubs, and his links to the porn industry, he was<br />
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again suspected of forcing girls into the sex industry, with the<br />
addition of internet porn to his already vast list of transgressions.<br />
Tom was worried for Saffy already but this cranked it up to a<br />
whole new level, he had killed before and used drugs as a tool in<br />
his sick games. He knew Saffy was a smart girl, but this would<br />
explain some of what had happened, he was adept at getting girls<br />
into his clutches and once in, he was controlling them with threats<br />
of violence, going as far as making examples of some of them.<br />
There was a list of known associates attached and lo and<br />
behold, top of the list was Yuri Kornonva. He had to be the man on<br />
the other end of the phone. He was detailed as being a strong-arm<br />
enforcer who had suddenly risen up the ranks on the death of his<br />
previous boss. No guesses what happened there, Tom thought. He<br />
read through some reports on efforts to get someone inside the<br />
organisation but so far, no joy. It listed a number of known<br />
addresses for the men involved, with a Bar Ruskie in Whitefield<br />
Street London.<br />
Tom didn’t know the street but he did know the location of the<br />
second bar listed, The Pink Elephant was on Brewers Street, right<br />
in the heart of Soho. There were a few other pieces of information<br />
about some activity in the business world involving prominent<br />
Russian businessmen. It was likely he was trying to blackmail<br />
these men but nothing was forthcoming from their people so no<br />
action could be taken. Tom was worried before he had read these<br />
reports, now he was terrified for Saffy. She was a vulnerable girl in<br />
the clutches of a consummate criminal who had no qualms about<br />
killing if it suited his purposes. This Yuri was a frightening<br />
character, as well. By the size of him, he would easily be able to<br />
subdue a woman and would be likely to be the hammer that Vitaly<br />
used to beat them over the head with.<br />
Lying in the bed, struggling to go to and from the toilets<br />
without the use of inhalers, how was he going to get into these<br />
bastards and do some damage? More importantly he had to find<br />
Saffy if they hadn’t already. His inadequacies were tearing him<br />
apart, there was no one else he told himself, if it was going to get<br />
done he would have to man up and get on with it. He was being<br />
defeatist he told himself and the only obstruction to success was<br />
his state of mind, his body may be diminished in strength and<br />
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stamina but his mind was sharp. He had information and that in<br />
itself was power wasn’t it?<br />
The doctors had said he could go back to Ricky’s if he<br />
promised to rest up. Take the meds and relax was their advice and<br />
he smiled along with them.<br />
“Yes doc, no probs, whatever you say sir, I’ll be a good<br />
patient, no worries.”<br />
It was all bullshit but he knew they had to say these things in<br />
order to avoid litigation from outraged family members later on.<br />
Ricky came right on time and was thrilled Tom would be<br />
coming home with him, he had plans to make things easier for him.<br />
Tom could sleep in the main lounge if he needed to, it was never<br />
used as it was kept for best, whatever that meant and there was a<br />
toilet off of the hall, alternatively he could go back to his room,<br />
where the bathroom was closer and Ricky would install a DVD<br />
player for him to watch while he recuperated.<br />
This was more than Tom could handle at this point, his mind<br />
racing with thoughts of this ogre controlling Saffy’s wellbeing.<br />
Yuri sounded like a giant from kid’s stories who could crush them<br />
with one hand. Tom was a confident guy in his old life, he had<br />
been beaten up before obviously, no one was unbeatable and he<br />
had handled some big guys before, but Yuri was huge and a tried<br />
and tested thug.<br />
Seeing Ricky, who now he thought about it, was a lot like<br />
Tom physically; walking about full of vim and vigour made him<br />
jealous. He would give anything for just few days of his old self.<br />
He would steam into their lair and tear them apart, he would have<br />
taken something with him to handle the big fella, a Taser was<br />
always good in these situations, but alas, it wasn’t to be. He would<br />
have to be content with planning for a few days until he could get<br />
about unhindered, then with a plan in place he would act.<br />
Information was the key to this whole thing and while he may<br />
be lacking many of his usual talents, he was still able to get<br />
information. A cripple could do that couldn’t they? Ricky had<br />
hired a car to get Tom home, he could have easily afforded to run a<br />
car but he said parking was a nightmare round where he lived, and<br />
he would be replacing the windows on a weekly basis along with<br />
any equipment he had laid out to put in it. It was just as cheap to<br />
get cabs, this time though he wanted to be able to run Tom around.<br />
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He had been told he would need to visit the Royal Marsden later in<br />
the week and this was likely to be a regular thing, so having a car<br />
for a few weeks made sense.<br />
Secretly, Tom was pleased as he might need to get about at<br />
short notice and having a vehicle would be a boon. This problem<br />
had all started with over exertion by walking too far. The car was a<br />
medium sized saloon, it was a 07 plate and still had that new car<br />
smell they both agreed was a good thing. It had a CD player and<br />
air conditioning and most importantly an automatic gearbox, Ricky<br />
had never driven a regular car before. He confessed he hadn’t<br />
passed a test either which surprised and frightened Tom. He had<br />
acquired a fake licence a few years back and never gotten round to<br />
taking the proper test, no need really without a car to run was<br />
there?<br />
The journey back was thankfully a short and easy one. Ricky<br />
pulled up in the bus lane, which was a red route and helped Tom<br />
up the steps and into the kitchen. He went outside to park the car<br />
and spoke to a mate who had a space he wasn’t using at the back of<br />
the pub over the road. Ricky seemed to have useful mates all over<br />
the place, Tom thought.<br />
After a cup of tea and some sandwiches, Ricky was something<br />
of a surprise in the kitchen. He had loads of fresh produce and jars<br />
of assorted sauces and pickles, he knocked up a lovely ham<br />
sandwich with salad and even a bag of crisps on the side, it went<br />
down very well. Tom rejected the offer of a cold beer, he wasn’t<br />
sure if he should with the meds, if there was even the slightest<br />
chance they could impair him he was staying well clear.<br />
They chatted for a while mainly about Ben and his on-going<br />
health issues, the eyes were the thin edge of wedge, he had some<br />
rheumatism and arthritis in his ankles. Ricky was sure he was<br />
going to give up the stall a while ago, he had guaranteed him an<br />
income to replace the small amount he earned, but he was adamant<br />
he wanted to carry on. He was the heart and soul of the market in<br />
his eyes and the place would fall apart without him and his Bob<br />
Marley music to keep things going. They both agreed it would be a<br />
good thing if he slowed down completely, but also knew he was<br />
unlikely to do so.<br />
They talked around the subject of their shared father and<br />
neither wanted to broach the subject just then. They had a while<br />
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yet, and Tom was staying for as long as he needed, Ricky was<br />
insistent on this. With Tom yawning, Ricky decided to take him up<br />
to the more comfortable space of the bedroom. Amber had balled<br />
him out about his plan for the lounge, quite rightly so, the lounge<br />
had a sofa bed but it wasn’t anywhere near private or comfortable<br />
enough for a recuperating cancer patient.<br />
Tom was a big bloke and helping him up the stairs was a real<br />
test for Ricky although he was at least a stone and a half-lighter<br />
than he should have been. He was pleased they were of equal<br />
height, just like proper brothers he thought. Once in the room he<br />
handed him two remote controls, one for the TV and another for<br />
the DVD player.<br />
“There’s Sky Sports and stuff on the telly and I’ve got loads of<br />
films to watch, just go to my room at the back and help yourself,<br />
there’s a couple of dirty ones if you’re into that sort of thing, they<br />
were left by my uncle who lived here before. “<br />
He was embarrassed to have mentioned them at all, he didn’t<br />
want Tom to think he was into that sort of stuff.<br />
“Anyway, there’s like hundreds of action films and war films<br />
and all sorts really, like I said, just go and help yourself.”<br />
He was about to leave when he remembered something, “ I’ve<br />
got all your tablets sorted into a holder that the chemist sold me,<br />
it’s in days and times of the day and stuff, so you know what to<br />
take when. It’s in the bathroom and I’ve left one of my old mobiles<br />
by the bed, it’s free to call me so you can let me know if you need<br />
anything without having to shout down, it’s there if you need it,<br />
yeah.”<br />
Tom smiled and nodded. “Thanks mate, I really appreciate<br />
everything you have done for me, mate, putting me up and the<br />
whole health problems thing, it means a lot.”<br />
“Well, it’s what brothers do ain't it?”<br />
Ricky smiled, he hadn’t said it out loud in Tom’s company<br />
before, and he liked the feeling of it.<br />
“I wouldn’t know mate, I didn’t have one till the other day did<br />
I? Regardless Rick, you’re a diamond, I was here before you knew<br />
me remember, and I don’t think it would have made the blindest<br />
bit of difference, you seem like someone who would do this<br />
anyway.”<br />
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He blushed a bit at the compliment and walked out before<br />
Tom could sense his embarrassment.<br />
“Well whatever mate, call me if you need me, there’s only one<br />
number on the phone, mine.”<br />
Tom spent the rest of the evening in the bedroom; he took a<br />
long hot bath and had a bit of Chinese takeaway that Ricky brought<br />
up. He hadn’t wanted to call him like a servant in the old days so<br />
he left the phone untouched. He did use Ellen's phone to call her<br />
for a sit rep, she hadn’t heard from Yuri since their last encounter<br />
and no word from Saffy either. He didn’t go into any detail about<br />
what he’d been through health wise and just told her he had found<br />
out some stuff, which would be useful in finding her, there was no<br />
need to worry her with the facts. Christ knows he was frightened<br />
enough for both of them right now.<br />
He went and got a film from Ricky’s room, an old Clint<br />
Eastwood western he had seen with his mum in the cinema at the<br />
Elephant and Castle years ago. He remembered being so proud of<br />
her as they went out, she was such an attractive woman who<br />
always looked her best. Men would look as she went by and he<br />
liked it because she was his mum.<br />
He tried to get into the film, Ricky came up a couple times to<br />
check if he needed anything, both times he took the chance to get a<br />
fresh cup of tea and they had a quick chat. Ricky hadn’t seen the<br />
film for ages either but didn’t want to intrude, so he went back to<br />
watching a big football match on the big screen downstairs.<br />
Tom must have dropped off at some point because one minute<br />
Clint was riding a horse up the side of a mountain, the next thing<br />
he knew, he was in a gunfight in a small town.<br />
The night had set in and the curtains had been drawn while he<br />
had been zoned out. The teacup was gone and so were the plates<br />
and tray from his takeaway, he was a marvel that Ricky, attending<br />
to his needs without him even being aware of it.<br />
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of<br />
having a brother. He had been a lonely child at times but never<br />
considered a sibling as being the answer. If he had chosen his<br />
brother, he would have plumped for someone like Ricky, an open<br />
honest lad who did whatever he could for others. The way he had<br />
looked after Ben was admirable in itself but his reaction to Tom’s<br />
situation had only served to emphasise what a good guy he was.<br />
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He thought about Ricky’s life, he had it tough. Their dad was a<br />
fully signed up arsehole from what he had been told and his mum<br />
had passed away when he was eleven years old. The dad was<br />
nowhere to be found at the time so he was sent here to live with his<br />
mum’s older brother. He was, unusually for the time, openly gay<br />
and living with a partner. Ricky didn’t seem to know what he did<br />
exactly, it was in the creative media field was all he knew, but it<br />
obviously paid well.<br />
Because of the strange family situation and the ludicrous<br />
name, he was teased a lot. Being a big lad he could have physically<br />
acted on this but he chose not to, especially as he took a lot of stick<br />
from the girls and he had seen his mum abused by their father and<br />
would never imagine doing such a thing to any woman. Ben wasn’t<br />
keen on his choice of girlfriend, Amber was a hard faced one. Tom<br />
owed her big time though, so he didn’t get too involved in the<br />
whys and wherefores, apparently she was a cheat and a liar but<br />
Ricky refused to see anything in her but the goodness he believed<br />
she exuded.<br />
In all, Ricky had bucked the system and turned out a<br />
thoroughly good guy. He had lost both his Uncle and his partner<br />
while just out of school, both falling foul of the HIV epidemic. He<br />
had inherited everything, including his father’s premises upon his<br />
death, an event that went unremarked on by anyone. All this<br />
wealth had meant nothing to him, he carried on helping Benedict,<br />
stepping up to get things sorted out when his health began to fail<br />
and this was where he found him; just plodding on helping out and<br />
aspiring to nothing. With everything Tom knew, he felt he had an<br />
ally in Ricky that could be useful, he wouldn’t expose him to any<br />
danger that would be wrong, but he would make use of his<br />
mobility and prodigious strength if he had need to.<br />
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Chapter Seventeen<br />
Yuri still hadn’t been in touch and this was pissing Vitaly off<br />
big time. The whole evening had been an unmitigated disaster, the<br />
outlay had been far too much to just write it off. The restaurant<br />
alone had been on the dark side of a grand and the suite they had<br />
set up for the night was another £800, all gone to waste unless they<br />
managed to somehow get this back in track.<br />
Annya had played her part wonderfully and he was pleased<br />
with her contribution, she didn’t manage to get Karpov alone for<br />
sex, but this wasn’t really of any interest now, without the cameras<br />
it would have been a pointless exercise.<br />
Barrinikov had tried to proposition her and she had looked to<br />
Vitaly for direction, she would have obliged in a heartbeat if he<br />
had given her the nod, but just to be bloody minded he said no. She<br />
was going to be paid for the night anyway, but he didn’t see why<br />
he should let the fat little fucker have a free fuck on him. Certainly<br />
not after he polished off a small fortune in booze and gourmet<br />
food.<br />
Wainright had been really annoying him once they got to the<br />
room, maybe it was just his attitude that had changed, but he got<br />
the feeling he was deliberately trying to goad him, why he would<br />
he? He had no idea. They were clueless as far as he knew, as to<br />
why they had been out for the evening, the whole thing had been<br />
set up as a charade, a courtesy by his bosses to try and court the<br />
businessman, in an attempt to appear they wanted to become more<br />
legitimate. This was never the plan, but he would have to play<br />
along for now and hope for a second bite at the cherry.<br />
Wainright was well pleased with his efforts this evening, he<br />
hadn’t known what the score was or why they were even<br />
entertaining this known hoodlum. He had agreed to the meeting if<br />
he was allowed to be there. He had managed to get some details<br />
from Annya, he made a note to reward her privately for her<br />
candour, she was a working girl and a few hundred quid wouldn’t<br />
go a miss. He was pleased he had read the situation perfectly as far<br />
as he was concerned, he had ushered Karpov into the front car<br />
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knowing he would then gain control of the situation at the hotel,<br />
and assumed it would scupper any plans Vitaly had in mind.<br />
He was feeling a little drunk and not a tiny bit smug about<br />
things and he had enjoyed making barbed comments in both<br />
English and Russian at Vitaly for the rest of the evening. The trip<br />
wasn’t over yet and he would have to fill in the security detail<br />
about his suspicions, his work was done, even though it wasn’t his<br />
job technically to protect his boss anymore. He had left that life<br />
behind by going into business, but he couldn’t change the habits of<br />
a lifetime and would always make sure Karpov was taken care of,<br />
in any way he could.<br />
Barrinikov was starting to get on his nerves. His efforts to get<br />
Annya alone in the bedroom were too blatant in the company of his<br />
boss. Although he did note she had looked to Vitaly for guidance<br />
on whether to go in with him or not, and he noted the scowl on the<br />
Tajiks face as he shook his head gently.<br />
The time was becoming an issue. They had a breakfast<br />
meeting with a leading brokerage firm at 10:00, so they would<br />
have to get rid of their unwelcome guest.<br />
Dismissed, that’s what they would say to each other, he had<br />
been dismissed like a fucking no body. Even Annya was still there,<br />
patiently waiting for a taxi to arrive to take her back to the club<br />
where an evening of unequalled luxury had been showered on her<br />
for little or no effort. Being a good hostess was like water off a<br />
ducks back for her and the lack of any sexual encounter was a<br />
distinct bonus, and she wasn’t even aware of the prospective cash<br />
bonus coming her way. Vitaly thought about waiting for her<br />
downstairs, joining her at the club, make her earn some of her<br />
wages this evening, but in truth he still had no urge to have her, not<br />
any girl right now, except Saffy. This and his doubts about Yuri<br />
were all encompassing at this moment. He had managed to get<br />
even drunk as the evening had worn on and this had made him<br />
make errors. He could see this clearly now, and Yuri not being<br />
around had been a small part of things. He was usually able to<br />
handle these things alone, just relying on Yuri to keep the girl up to<br />
speed as it were, this wasn’t a failure of Yuri’s, he could see, but of<br />
his own. The cost would come out of both their pockets as a<br />
punishment for perceived failure, but he knew this was just his way<br />
of getting a dig in.<br />
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The journey back through the West End did nothing to calm<br />
Vitaly down, he may have been able to see the fault in his own<br />
actions, but he was still going to tear a strip off of that giant<br />
Russian fool. As he got closer to the club, his temper was rising<br />
and he knew he would have to control it or face the real possibility<br />
of setting Yuri against him. It was a tough call, he wanted to push<br />
the point that he hadn’t done as expected and may have cost them<br />
the entire deal, but he also knew that Yuri could, if handled<br />
improperly turn out to be a big problem. He was craving a buzz to<br />
get rid of his foul mood, this is when he needed Saffy, he would<br />
take a hit of something, usually heroin, but it could be almost<br />
anything that was available and engage in whatever he had in<br />
mind. He would sometimes feel the need to lavish affection on her,<br />
to make love to her as a partner, other times, more often, he wanted<br />
to dominate her, treat her like a piece of meat. The way those<br />
bastards had done to his little sister all that time ago, of course he<br />
never saw the similarity of the situation, he would have been<br />
disgusted to think he was no better than the men he had killed that<br />
night.<br />
Yuri wasn’t at the Pink Elephant or the Bar Ruskie apparently<br />
according to the staff on duty. He had come back to get Annya and<br />
not been seen since. He had Mikhail with him, that was as much as<br />
anyone knew at that point. He tried his mobile for the tenth or<br />
fifteenth time but it was off, or at the very least out of signal range,<br />
the distinction was important, one was wilful and suspicious, the<br />
other just bad luck.<br />
Vitaly had already made up his mind, which he believed it<br />
was. The bar was full of middle-aged office workers and younger<br />
men who were most likely going on to a club and would meet here<br />
for a quick couple and a chance to ogle the waitresses. He wasn’t<br />
even deriving any pleasure from the fact he was ripping all these<br />
people off. The beer they drank was the cheapest he could find, the<br />
spirits were all generic with brand labels attached in the back<br />
room, the champagne was Spanish, not even Cava, just a fizzy<br />
wine that he chilled so low it didn’t matter, because the clients in<br />
this bar had the discernment of a wild boar.<br />
As he tried Yuri again, he tried to remember which one<br />
Mikhail was, he was new to the organisation, the London end of<br />
things anyway, but there were a few new members sent over from<br />
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Amsterdam by the big bosses. Were they spying on him with these<br />
heavies he was having foisted onto him? It was a Russian national<br />
sport, spying, and he would have been doing the same to them in<br />
their position but the logic of it was lost at this time. It was an<br />
insult. Mikhail, yes, he remembered now, he was another of the<br />
Yuri style heavies he always ended up with. It was no wonder he<br />
couldn’t remember which was which, they were all big, heavily<br />
muscled and tattooed. Yuri stood out because he was so much<br />
bigger but in every other way, they seemed to be the same. Mikhail<br />
was the one who had gone to Leeds with the two that were<br />
missing, he had waited for them in the van and they never arrived.<br />
When he heard a siren, he panicked and came back to London<br />
alone, he wasn’t reliable in Vitaly’s eyes but Yuri seemed to like<br />
him all the same, was there more to it he wondered?<br />
He got one of the other lads to try Mikhail’s number and he<br />
got straight through. He was sitting in a car outside a bar in<br />
Croydon, which apparently was in outer London. He had been<br />
sitting waiting for Yuri for some time and was a little concerned<br />
after the Leeds debacle. He didn’t want to return to base having<br />
lost another comrade, but Yuri had told him to sit tight and this<br />
was what he was doing. Vitaly called him back himself after being<br />
told of the contact, he tried to sound uninterested, just checking in<br />
with him but he tried to get some details of what was going down<br />
through him. No, he hadn’t known where they were going, they<br />
had been en route to the restaurant with some class A’s when Yuri<br />
took a call. When this ended he got Mikhail to change direction,<br />
guiding him through the depths of Southwest London out to<br />
Croydon. Yes, Yuri seemed to know exactly where they were<br />
going and he didn’t seem concerned by anything in the call, he had<br />
been speaking English so Mikhail hadn’t really understood too<br />
much. Vitaly was very interested in why he had been made to wait<br />
outside. Yuri was a careful man and didn’t usually take risks so<br />
why go anywhere single-handed when he didn’t have to? All of<br />
this worried Vitaly even more. This was out of character, but also<br />
blatant. He must have known his failure to appear back at the<br />
restaurant was going to attract questions? That Mikhail wasn’t<br />
going to keep their trip a secret. If he wasn’t bothering to hide his<br />
manoeuvres maybe he was closer to acting than Vitaly had feared.<br />
This could be the start of something and he was looking now at his<br />
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entourage, they were all Yuri’s boys, he couldn’t trust any of them<br />
right now.<br />
Mikhail had been left mid-sentence by Vitaly cutting him off,<br />
worried that he was just stalling for time, distracting him from his<br />
surroundings in an effort to allow one of the others to get close to<br />
him, he was sweating and the alcohol had given him a pounding<br />
head ache to boot.<br />
He sat in a corner booth in his own bar, or rather the bar he<br />
was defacto owner of, crapping himself that he was about to be<br />
offed by his own crew. These hired thugs who all seemed to have<br />
been associated to Yuri somehow were all around him. Were they<br />
really there for his protection? How could he have been so blind to<br />
the situation? How did he let all these men into his circle without<br />
taking time to test their loyalty to him? He had just about written<br />
off his chances of surviving the next few hours when his mobile<br />
started to ring, it was Yuri, it didn’t say his name, he used fake<br />
names for contacts in case he was ever arrested with his phone on<br />
him, it said George but he knew who it was alright.<br />
“Hi boss, Mikhail says you’ve been trying to get me. I’m sorry<br />
but I had to turn the phone off as my source is very paranoid about<br />
them.”<br />
“For fucks sake Yuri, where the hell were you, you knew how<br />
important this job was and you just up and fuck off half way<br />
through, it all went to shit because of you.”<br />
His voice was raised and he fought to control himself.<br />
“What was so important you had to leave and where the fuck<br />
is Croydon anyway?”<br />
He heard Yuri direct Mikhail around a junction then he came<br />
back on, “I’m sorry boss, I got a call from one of our people that<br />
he may have seen Saffron, he wanted to be paid and wouldn’t<br />
speak over the phone, I thought it was a priority so I went with it,<br />
was I wrong? You did say put everything into finding her, right?”<br />
Vitaly’s head span, could this be happening, he had given up<br />
hope earlier today but here was news, he didn’t have any of the<br />
details yet but it was a good thing.<br />
“Yes, you’re absolutely right my friend, this is more<br />
important. I’m sorry for being so harsh with you. You were right to<br />
go and meet this man, who was it?”<br />
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“He’s an ex dealer of ours who used to run a place in<br />
Streatham, he’s trying to get off the stuff so he was at a clinic the<br />
other day, he noticed her because she was so tall and good looking.<br />
He was going to try and talk to her but she was called in to see his<br />
counsellor, he saw the picture we sent out in the email and called<br />
me.”<br />
He gave Mikhail some more direction, “like I said he’s trying<br />
to get off the drugs and is very paranoid so he wanted me to come<br />
to him, and it’s round the corner from where he saw her, so it<br />
served my purposes to come here.”<br />
Vitaly was made up, this made perfect sense, she wasn’t a true<br />
addict, she never chose to do the gear, it was logical she would be<br />
trying to get help coming off. He might not have thought of<br />
Croydon, wherever that was, but he should have been on the ball<br />
with the drugs connection. All thoughts of the conspiracy fled him<br />
as he got himself excited by the chance they could get her back,<br />
and soon.<br />
When he finally met up with Yuri the next morning, well<br />
barely morning, it was half eleven, he was happier than he had<br />
been for days. He had gone back to his flat and smoked some<br />
heroin, it wasn’t a popular means of taking it anymore, but he had<br />
started doing it this way in Holland and stayed with it. He was told<br />
that in London, it was called chasing the dragon, he liked that, it<br />
sounded somehow cooler than it was. He was still shrugging off<br />
the effects as he walked into the coffee shop, seeing Yuri sitting by<br />
the rear entrance he wandered over. The staff in here were<br />
Russians and he ordered his espresso as he sat down, the dim<br />
looking girl who worked here just nodded and turned away, she<br />
was lucky, if she had been a looker she would most likely have<br />
ended up in Vitaly’s clutches. As it was she was plain and<br />
uninteresting and perfect for a coffee shop.<br />
Yuri was wearing sunglasses although it was a pretty murky<br />
day, maybe he too had been chasing dragons, no, he thought, Yuri<br />
was into weed maybe, but nothing else as far as he knew, he was<br />
just a poser.<br />
“Hi Boss, you seem good today, my news make you happy<br />
yes?”<br />
For some reason he had spoken in English, this annoyed<br />
Vitaly at first then he realised the clientele would probably be<br />
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more likely to speak his mother tongue and Yuri was wise to<br />
switch to English in this instance.<br />
“Yeah, I’m good today my friend, you have cheered me up,<br />
very good news I think, yes?”<br />
The girl behind the counter tinkered with the machine, she<br />
appeared to have just been introduced to the thing, which was not<br />
the case, she had been here for a few months but still she struggled<br />
with it. No one else seemed to paying them any attention so Vitaly<br />
felt safe to talk.<br />
“Where is this place she is getting treatment? Is it in this<br />
Croydon place or nearby maybe? You say you’ve seen it, yes?”<br />
Yuri eyed the girl as she approached with the tiny cup, he<br />
waited for her to put it down and walk away before answering.<br />
“Yes, I looked last night so I wouldn’t get lost when I went<br />
back, it’s just a place for doctors. Karl, the guy who told me he’d<br />
seen her, says it used by junkies, they change needles and stuff and<br />
get counselled, I don’t know what it means, but I think it’s just<br />
talking about things. So anyway she was there last Thursday, he<br />
remembers her very well, she’s very beautiful.”<br />
He knew this was true but he was annoyed to be told that this<br />
Karl had looked at her and had these thoughts. It was crazy to think<br />
like this. He had forced her to fuck numerous men but that was<br />
business and this was different somehow, he had never been<br />
possessive about a girl before but somehow she had gotten into his<br />
head and was fucking it up for him. This had to stop or he would<br />
go mad, he was losing his control over things as it was.<br />
They discussed their plans for watching the clinic. It would<br />
have to be Yuri who was on watch, as he knew her best and was<br />
best placed to remove her with the least fuss. They didn’t want<br />
some nosy parker calling the police as they took her off did they?<br />
This served two purposes for Vitaly; it got the right man on<br />
the spot and also kept Yuri away from the others. He felt slightly<br />
silly now, that he’d been so sure he was under threat but it served<br />
as a warning against making assumptions regarding the loyalty of<br />
his men. He would start to speak to them and weed out any he<br />
wasn’t happy with, they could be sent up north to help some of his<br />
comrades in Manchester and Liverpool. They didn’t need to know<br />
they were under suspicion, and his bosses would be glad to send<br />
some more men over. There was always too many of them sitting<br />
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about doing not enough. In London, they would have to earn their<br />
corn as it were.<br />
They also discussed the events of the previous evening, the<br />
failure of their plan with Karpov, this wouldn’t go down well with<br />
the big wigs and they had to try another tack. This was a priority as<br />
he was in town for another day at the most according to the<br />
concierge in the hotel. They went through a few scenarios, trying<br />
to come up with a solution and quick. Vitaly wasn’t keen on letting<br />
Yuri in on the planning but he was struggling on his own and he<br />
needed to hear somebody else’s ideas, to get his own creative<br />
juices flowing. In the end they had nothing of use and he was left<br />
to work on it himself, as Yuri was off to take first watch at the<br />
clinic.<br />
Wainright had sat in on the breakfast meeting with the hedge<br />
fund managers, they were keen to sell Karpov their products and<br />
also showcase their star performer in the markets. It had been a<br />
boring affair, his boss wasn’t likely to get involved in anything in<br />
the UK right now, the recession was coming and he wanted to use<br />
risk adverse strategies. He was looking to Australia for the time<br />
being, as they seemed to be bucking the trend for now. He did<br />
however enjoy sitting with these Oxbridge graduates from rich<br />
families who were begging at his feet for investment, he, a son of a<br />
lowly bookkeeper from Kaliningrad.<br />
The conversation with the security adviser went well, they had<br />
been alerted to Dudayev’s activities and wanted to post a man with<br />
the boss just for safety sake. They knew Gary would be more than<br />
capable of nullifying any physical threat, even if he was a bit old<br />
for this sort of thing, he was still very fit and a regular competitor<br />
in Tae Kwon Do. But it wasn’t really what he was there for, and<br />
they would feel more comfortable if their boss and his right hand<br />
man were properly protected, even if they didn’t really know what<br />
the threat could be at this point.<br />
Vitaly had been a charming host the night before but there was<br />
definitely something going on. The pretence of them spending a<br />
fortune to entertain a fellow countryman just as a courtesy didn’t<br />
sit well in the first place, and he had advised against it. When his<br />
boss said he was interested in the idea of a gangster courting him,<br />
Gary had agreed to it on the proviso that he would be there, which<br />
turned out to be the best thing all round.<br />
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This morning he had bribed the girl on the reception into<br />
revealing that there had been a suite a few doors along that was<br />
booked with cash by Dudayev’s flunky the day before. He had<br />
been in the room most of the afternoon but hadn’t returned in the<br />
evening. Someone had come in first thing for an hour or so, and<br />
then gone. The maid said the room was slightly roughed up but the<br />
beds were untouched.<br />
It was, as he was trying to decipher the events into some sort<br />
of order that his business phone rang. He was a buffer for his boss<br />
and any calls for him had to go through Wainright first.<br />
“Mr Karpov, I’m so glad to get you, I wanted to apologise for<br />
leaving early last night and ask you to meet for drinks later<br />
maybe.”<br />
Gary looked at the number but it was blocked.<br />
“I’m sorry, this is Gary Wainright, Mr Karpov is engaged in a<br />
meeting right now, is this Mr Dudayev?”<br />
“Please, call me Vitaly, yes, this is you Gary? Nice to speak to<br />
you also. I just wanted to have a last drink with your boss before<br />
he sets off for home. I think maybe Switzerland is not as exciting<br />
as London and maybe he like to see some of the more interesting<br />
sites before he leaves, yes?”<br />
This was out of the question, but he knew better than to just<br />
brush him off, it wasn’t the done thing amongst these Russians,<br />
even the immigrant scum as Karpov called them, they had a code<br />
of conduct which required unscrupulous manners at all times.<br />
“I’m sure Mr Karpov would have loved to do such a thing my<br />
friend, but he is booked up all day and the private jet has to leave<br />
on time or we lose our slot.”<br />
He smiled to himself, “Maybe when he is next in town we can<br />
arrange something between you. I know he thoroughly enjoyed<br />
himself last night, I’ve got to go now Vitaly, but thanks again for<br />
the invite, see you next time we come to London, okay?”<br />
He disconnected straight away not giving him a chance to<br />
appeal or even say goodbye.<br />
This exchange put Vitaly into a whole new stratum of angry,<br />
this English fool was not Karpov, no true man had someone else to<br />
speak for him, to turn down invitations, not a Russian man<br />
anyway. He fumed for a few minutes then set about planning how<br />
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he would deal with this spineless lackey, he had been impressed by<br />
Annya and maybe he could use her as a way to get in.<br />
He suspected he was gay in the beginning, well-groomed<br />
Englishmen were always gay weren’t they, even David Beckham<br />
was gay, just because he was married and had children, he was gay<br />
as far as Vitaly was concerned. Too interested in looking good and<br />
allowing his wife to cavort half naked in magazines, it wasn’t even<br />
a question in his mind.<br />
They had a jet booked, he knew this from their conversation<br />
and they would need to get there somehow, he would find out<br />
whom they used for their cars and then spend a few pounds finding<br />
out their itinerary. He wasn’t sure what he had in mind but he was<br />
set on doing something to ruin this Wainright’s day, possibly his<br />
life if he could manage it. As he sought the information he required<br />
he smiled as he formulated a very good plan, this might be one of<br />
those red-letter days he had heard about, if he could get what he<br />
wanted in place quickly enough. Karpov was unaware of the phone<br />
call, he would have agreed entirely with Gary’s decision, but he<br />
was not to know that the annoying little immigrant would cause<br />
him so much trouble, just because his aide hadn’t been polite<br />
enough for his liking.<br />
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Chapter Eighteen<br />
Tom was feeling a little more like his old self this morning. He<br />
had gotten used to lying in, something he hadn’t done since he was<br />
a fifteen year old and as much as he enjoyed it, he didn’t like what<br />
it implied in his head. It was also a serious waste of precious time.<br />
Apart from his now urgent mission, he also had to get to know<br />
Ricky better. The time spent with him became precious to him and<br />
he was surprised to find he was a little jealous of the time he spent<br />
with Benedict. It would have been normal if it was Ben he was<br />
jealous about, but no, it was losing the time with Ricky.<br />
He used the time he was immobile to sort some other stuff, he<br />
contacted his mums old solicitor to arrange for his passing, he had<br />
to sort out a will or the state would be in a for a bumper payday.<br />
He had done enough for Queen and country, he didn’t want to help<br />
fund the next rake of new recruits to fall in front of Afghani IEDs.<br />
He used Ricky’s very high spec PC to surf the net for things<br />
he might find useful, he found Ricky to be very useful in some of<br />
this work. He had special programs to avoid firewalls and<br />
password logins, he was bemused by this young man, just as he<br />
thought he had the measure of him, he did or said something that<br />
created a whole new idea of what was going on with him.<br />
He had broached the subject of Amber, just to see what the<br />
real score was, he had seen her a couple of times when they ate and<br />
she was anything but the doting girlfriend. She was rude and<br />
dismissive to and about him but he was oblivious. Tom asked a<br />
few probing questions as gently as he could but he met a wall of<br />
silence, he wasn’t prepared to go there, she was great and yes, she<br />
could be cruel but she was also amazing and lovely and no one<br />
could convince him otherwise.<br />
With the strength to move about, Tom did a bit of research on<br />
the bars he would have to visit to find this Vitaly, he needed to be<br />
in possession of as much knowledge as was available. The secret<br />
of taking on a stronger better equipped foe was to ensure your<br />
information was better than theirs, lead them a merry dance intel<br />
wise, and use your superior skills and intelligence to bring about a<br />
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situation where they couldn’t bring their obvious strengths to bear.<br />
He was able to access the website for both bars, not linked in any<br />
way he noted, usually sister businesses would have links to each<br />
other, to use the opportunity to promote the other and get each<br />
other business , but not in this case. It was as if they didn’t know<br />
the other business existed and this was interesting in itself.<br />
The Pink Elephant website had a few links to some porn sites<br />
and sex shops. Some of the links were in Cyrillic’s and he<br />
suspected he would find an all too familiar set of pictures if he<br />
chose to pay the subscription, although Ricky was sure he could<br />
access it without paying for anything, Tom declined the offer. It<br />
was during this conversation that Ricky asked what was a perfectly<br />
pertinent question, “What the fuck was going on?”<br />
Tom was reticent at first, he didn’t like the idea of anyone else<br />
knowing about Saffy’s predicament, he was ashamed and<br />
embarrassed but Ricky wasn’t like most people, and he took a<br />
chance on his reactions. After he had gone through the whole sorry<br />
tale, including the operation in Afghanistan, Ricky was suitably<br />
outraged by events and offered to assist in any way possible. He<br />
was talking about getting “shooters” and all sorts, most of which<br />
Tom thought was bull, but he simply declined the offer, although<br />
he could do with someone to run him around. He needed to get<br />
some stuff and also visit the bars to try and get eyes on the target,<br />
this technical jargon had Ricky on cloud nine. He was so excited<br />
by the idea that Tom, wrongly, thought he was losing sight of the<br />
fact that this was a serious situation.<br />
Toms had an idea for dealing with Vitaly and more<br />
importantly, Yuri. He judged Yuri as the highest risk factor in this<br />
venture, purely because of the size of him and the fact he had been<br />
in touch, so he was obviously involved quite seriously.<br />
They first visited an ironmonger that was a five minutes’ walk<br />
away. Ricky insisted Tom let him drive, they could park right<br />
outside for a while as the red route had spaces especially for<br />
customers. He agreed but felt stupid being carted around such short<br />
distances. The store was an old one that had been on the site for<br />
generations, they used to be the old-fashioned type of<br />
establishment, selling everything by weight to local builders,<br />
factories and small businesses. They had moved with the times as<br />
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much as the space allowed and now had pre-packaged stuff, nails,<br />
nuts and bolts as well as newer stuff like power tools and hard hats.<br />
The opening of a builder’s warehouse further along<br />
Kennington Lane had been a near disaster for the family who<br />
owned the place, but they managed to survive by gaining trade<br />
accounts with a few choice contractors. The busy junction they<br />
occupied meant that they had a decent passing trade, as anyone<br />
going into the West End via Lambeth or Westminster Bridge<br />
would pass by and it was the last chance to get materials at a<br />
sensible price. The few hardware shops north of the river were<br />
extortionately priced. Ricky was unsure of what they, as a covert<br />
surveillance team, which is how he preferred to think of their<br />
activities, would be using the 1kg bag of 10mm nuts and the coach<br />
bolts for? After all, they weren’t the A Team who would build<br />
anything they imagined with a blow torch and a few screws. He<br />
didn’t ask at the time and by the time he felt it was appropriate to<br />
ask questions, so many things had happened he forgot where he<br />
wanted to start.<br />
They went from shop to factory to trade counter picking up<br />
things as they shopped. Ricky offered to pay, but Tom told him he<br />
had it well covered and didn’t want to spend Ricky’s money when<br />
he was allowing him to stay rent free and doing so much to help.<br />
There was no obvious pattern to their purchases, the bolts were<br />
added to the small electronics set, a few odd looking batteries, a<br />
roll of thin electrical wire, reams of insulation tape in different<br />
colours, and a few things Ricky didn’t have a clue about. They<br />
spent going on for five hundred pounds by the end of the morning,<br />
and as they sat in a café in Vauxhall, Ricky tried to get a few<br />
answers as to what they were buying this stuff for. Tom was very<br />
cagey and seemed uncomfortable with the whole thing. He just<br />
made Ricky promise to keep the contents of their newly purchased<br />
tool bag to himself, under pain of death, which seemed a bit farfetched.<br />
“I get the radio bits and pieces and maybe even the tape and<br />
wires, the little kit of connectors and stuff is confusing me and the<br />
nuts and stuff make no sense. The bolts won’t even fit them and<br />
there’s ton’s more nuts than bolts.”<br />
He was shaking his head to emphasise his confusion.<br />
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“You can tell me what’s going on Tom, I might be able to<br />
help, I’ve already put out a few feelers amongst my own<br />
connections. I had the old picture of Saffron and sent it via email to<br />
some trusted people, if they see her we’ll hear about it.”<br />
Tom looked a little worried and Ricky wanted to reassure him<br />
he wasn’t doing anything to risk Saffy’s safety.<br />
“The guys I know won’t speak to anyone they shouldn’t. My<br />
internet connection is like Fort Knox, so don’t worry about<br />
operational security Bruv.”<br />
Tom laughed at Ricky’s use of jargon, he had no doubt heard<br />
on the DVDs he loved, Black Hawk Down and Mission Impossible<br />
and the likes.<br />
“Listen Rick, there are things going on, which if they came to<br />
light would change the lives of everyone involved.”<br />
Tom felt bad to speak to him this way, but he had to make it<br />
clear how serious this was.<br />
“When I say keep absolutely quiet, I cannot emphasis enough<br />
how important it is, and if any of your friends do by some miracle<br />
find her, they must not approach her.”<br />
“She is shitting herself and a stranger asking questions would<br />
send her scurrying away to the safe place, which I have to believe<br />
she is in right now.”<br />
This made good sense and Ricky had always made it clear<br />
they could not risk approaching her unless she was in immediate<br />
danger. They were all promised a bonus of a few grand which<br />
meant they would be on their A game for the time being.<br />
The last call of the day was a meeting with Mo. He had<br />
managed to get some phone records from Yuri’s phone number,<br />
taken from Ellen's phone, which he’d used triangulation to discern<br />
his whereabouts and they had procured a number Vitaly was<br />
suspected to be using for a few days. The email address he had<br />
given was inspected every day, and traced back to an ISP address,<br />
which was in the Pink Elephant. There were activity reports as well<br />
as intel on their whereabouts at any particular time of day, using<br />
their phone locations.<br />
Armed with his new tools and equipment, Tom set about using<br />
the small workshop set up in the lower ground floor next to the<br />
garden, which was stuffed full of drills and vices and all manner of<br />
DIY equipment, all of which pleased Tom. The fact that running<br />
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about hadn’t had an adverse effect on him, also gave him the<br />
strength of belief to carry on.<br />
He set Ricky the task of finding some Army surplus shops. He<br />
needed the special water bottles that were issued as a matter of<br />
course before the war took them into the desert. Nowadays, they<br />
used Camel Packs, but the C shaped water bottle were what he<br />
needed right now.<br />
The work was very technical and he went back and forth to the<br />
PC to check he was doing things correctly. He’d had some training<br />
in this field but he wasn’t an expert, and these were not the British<br />
Army issue kit he was creating. This caused him a little moral<br />
dilemma for a while. What he was creating was officially termed<br />
as an IED, an improvised explosive device, the bane of the allied<br />
armed forces in Afghanistan, but he had no choice at this point. He<br />
couldn’t get hold of anything officially and didn’t have time to go<br />
through the paces of trying to acquire anything on the black<br />
market. The chances were he may get flagged up if he did. MI5<br />
were pretty hands on in this area at the moment, and he didn’t need<br />
the complication of explaining why he was creating a bomb on<br />
British soil, he would be dead and buried before he got the chance<br />
to sort this out.<br />
With all the things he could get sorted in the meantime<br />
completed, he was ready for some recon. He was worried about<br />
this, he wouldn’t have a backup plan if things went wrong but he<br />
needed to have an idea of what he was up against, and there was no<br />
better way than to see it with his own two eyes.<br />
He got another pay as you go phone, and put in a couple of<br />
fake names and numbers so it appeared to be in regular use, and<br />
courtesy of Ricky, a knocked up fake driving licence. He was now<br />
Toby Green, keeping the initials was vital tradecraft as it helped<br />
when you were in a flap and had to remember who you were<br />
supposed to be. With these things in place, and a whole wad of<br />
ready cash, he got Ricky to drop him at the corner of Whitefield<br />
Street where Bar Ruskie was located. It was the streets of houses<br />
and offices just behind the main drag of Oxford Street. There were<br />
plenty of offices and a few expensive flats, there was a wealth of<br />
creative types who were responsible for ad campaigns, company<br />
logos and all sorts of well-known branding. The bar wasn’t out of<br />
place alongside a few cafes and restaurants, a print shop and a<br />
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newsagent, and the façade gave no indication of what Tom<br />
suspected was going on inside. He knew this was vital in the<br />
business they were in and meant nothing in the scheme of things.<br />
It was only three in the afternoon and apart from a few passing<br />
tourists, the place was almost empty. This suited Tom as he wanted<br />
to see what the place was like as it got busier, who came in, what<br />
sort of clientele he was looking at any given time. He knew from<br />
the website that they had a big expat community that visited the<br />
bar for some tastes of the old country, but this made no sense with<br />
the added attraction of scantily clad waitress’s, who according to a<br />
couple of forums he had investigated, were happy to offer<br />
additional services, if the money was right.<br />
There was only one girl wandering around as he took a seat<br />
next to the fire exit, it was also nearest to the little alley that led to<br />
the toilets and most likely the private room where the girls would<br />
hand out their own brand of customer service. He ordered a diet<br />
coke and watched the young lady wiggle her backside, supposedly<br />
alluringly, as she sauntered back to the serving hatch. There was<br />
food available, so he took a look at the menu. He wasn’t hungry,<br />
but he figured it would buy him some credibility as a customer if<br />
he actually bought something a bit more substantial than soft<br />
drinks. He tipped her a couple of pounds which got him a lovely<br />
smile, she was attractive and very curvy, the ideal type for this sort<br />
of job. The menu wasn’t very Russian, hamburgers, chicken wings<br />
and everything you’d expect in an American bar, which was a<br />
funny oxymoron really. He ordered a burger and some wedges, it<br />
was at an exorbitant price but he didn’t have to worry on that front.<br />
He was well prepared for the evening and had left the house with<br />
about five hundred pounds. He was expecting to pay West End<br />
prices for everything and hoped he would be able to bribe some<br />
information out of someone. He wasn’t even sure what he would<br />
need to know, the primary reason for the trip was to see the main<br />
players for himself and get a look at the establishments. He had a<br />
plan and needed to know where he stood the best chance of<br />
carrying it out.<br />
The afternoon dragged on, and he switched from the way of<br />
gassy cola, to a bottled fruit drink, which at £3 a bottle cost as<br />
much as the cheapest lagers available. He figured it was at least<br />
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one of his five a day dealt with, along with the tomato from the<br />
burger, he was eating as healthy as ever.<br />
The place began to fill up around five, mainly people from the<br />
local offices, not the suit and tie brigade. These were the creative<br />
types, so jeans and fashionable shirts were the uniform of choice.<br />
There were only a couple of women in the groups, which made<br />
perfect sense, although it wasn’t overtly a knocking shop. The<br />
waitress’s would have been a real kick in the teeth to some women,<br />
especially Stacey, the pretty receptionist who rated herself highly,<br />
only to be set alongside these tall busty Goddesses. Why put her in<br />
that situation, when she could go to any other bar and be one of the<br />
loveliest girls there?<br />
There was still a smattering of tourists and the business was<br />
going well for Vitaly. The overpriced drinks were flowing out of<br />
the place, although he hadn’t seen anyone go out back with a<br />
waitress yet. Maybe these girls were just actual waitresses and the<br />
other girls would come on a shift later. He figured some of them<br />
had to be doing the real work while the working girls covered the<br />
other more specialist services.<br />
His original young lady had gone off shift as had the bar staff<br />
who had been there when he arrived. This suited him well as he<br />
wanted to be as inconspicuous as he could and the length of his<br />
stay may have been noted. The bar itself, was a sleekly decorated<br />
affair, mirrors along the entire length of the main wall opposed by<br />
huge prints of modern art, the soviet motif to the work was obvious<br />
and meant to be nostalgic, he guessed. There were very powerful<br />
spotlights that were dimmed at the moment, but could be jacked up<br />
to light up a small square that hadn’t been covered with the<br />
specially made Ruskie logoed carpet. It was about a ten feet square<br />
of laminate flooring, which passed for a dance floor. It really was<br />
almost a clone of the many American bars he’d visited but with the<br />
soviet artwork, they guessed it differed enough for their purpose. It<br />
wasn’t really what he had expected. He had also been in<br />
establishments that specialised in offering girls for sexual favours<br />
and they were usually dark and dingy, the low lighting meant to<br />
offer some anonymity to the clients who were ashamed of their<br />
need to be in such a place.<br />
The décor aside, there was also a feeling that the real work<br />
wasn’t common knowledge.<br />
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The waitresses were skimpily dressed and he read that on<br />
certain nights there was even topless service offered, but you got<br />
the impression that most of the clientele were either not interested<br />
or were completely unaware. The newest waitress was equally as<br />
attractive in a different way. Her gait wasn’t forced, she did the<br />
wiggle as gracefully as he’d ever seen and he could imagine a very<br />
pleasant evening spent in this young lady’s company. He wasn’t<br />
really fit for what he had in mind, but the very fact it occurred at<br />
all was testament to her charms. She came over, he had also tipped<br />
her well, so she was keen to stay on side.<br />
She leaned in to ask if he needed another drink, her cleavage<br />
took his eye for a moment, as she intended. She smiled showing a<br />
fine set of pearly whites, he needed to get on with things, so he<br />
took a chance with this one.<br />
“Yeah, one of those cranberry and whatever’s I had before.<br />
Listen, is the boss around tonight? I wanted to ask about getting<br />
some of my services into this place, we do DJs and Karaoke, a few<br />
live acts, that sort of thing, and I wanted to say hi.”<br />
Her smile dropped for a moment but she quickly regained it,<br />
“No, he’s not here. He comes here on Fridays mostly and maybe a<br />
Wednesday, the manager is here, but he is not very important, you<br />
still want that drink?”<br />
He nodded and she walked off. He was still watching her<br />
backside as his phone vibrated in his pocket, it said Alf but that<br />
was Ricky’s number.<br />
“Hi mate, everything okay?” Ricky asked.<br />
Tom looked around, no one seemed to be interested in him or<br />
his conversation.<br />
“Yeah, wild goose chase I think. He comes in Fridays and<br />
Wednesdays, I didn’t even clear up who was the boss, either this<br />
Yuri or Vitaly himself. I’ve just ordered another drink but then I’m<br />
going to leave. I think the Pink Elephant might be up and running<br />
by now, so I’m gonna head there.”<br />
“I’ll come and get you then, I’ve driven past and it’s not too<br />
far from where you are, but you need to conserve your energy, plus<br />
it’ll be handy if I need to help you out of any dramas won’t it?”<br />
Tom smiled, he knew Ricky was desperate to be involved in<br />
some of this, but he didn’t have faith he could lie as easily as<br />
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equired, a slight slip up could put the object of the mission on<br />
alert and cause a failure as easily as that.<br />
“Yeah, great mate. Give me twenty minutes and I’ll meet you<br />
where you dropped me off, okay?”<br />
He left through the main door, his waitress giving him a casual<br />
wave as he passed her. She had made about a tenner in tips for just<br />
a few soft drinks. He would be welcomed back by her at least.<br />
Ricky was already there. Although it was past seven, the<br />
parking wardens would still be out in force. So he sat in the car<br />
with the engine running.<br />
“Alright mate, you okay? No coughing or anything worrying<br />
happening?”<br />
Ricky was like a mother sometimes, but Tom knew he was<br />
keeping a close eye on his health for signs of deterioration, or the<br />
need for medication, which he had gotten in spades to ensure they<br />
weren’t caught out again.<br />
“Yeah, all good, thanks mate. The amount of fruit juice I’ve<br />
drunk has probably added a few months to my life as it is.”<br />
It was meant as a joke, but the reference to his life coming to<br />
an end bothered Ricky a lot. He smiled, but it was just to alleviate<br />
the tension of the moment.<br />
“Good. Well, do you want to eat or anything before we go on?<br />
You’ll need to keep your energy up if you’re gonna to be there a<br />
while, won’t you?”<br />
Tom shook his head aware he had made Ricky feel bad by his<br />
tone.<br />
“Nah, I ate in there, as much as I could manage anyway. Let’s<br />
just get there, the sooner I get this done the better, any calls on that<br />
other phone while I was in there?”<br />
He had left Ellen's phone with Ricky. He had to show him the<br />
number that he would have to answer, otherwise, he was to let it<br />
ring out and thereby divert to Ellen.<br />
“No nothing. It’s an old phone that one. You should get a new<br />
IPhone or something mate, they’re the new thing to have, you<br />
know?”<br />
“Not really my thing, mate. It’s not my phone anyway, and I<br />
might not last long enough to run the battery out, remember?”<br />
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Ricky flushed at having been so insensitive. He wasn’t<br />
thinking, but he felt terrible. Tom wasn’t bothered by this stuff but<br />
it made Ricky feel awful.<br />
In the time it took them to have this chat, they had arrived on<br />
the corner of Brewer Street. It was in the midst of the old Soho,<br />
there were still sex clubs with gaudy lights outside, quite a few less<br />
than in its heyday. A number of magazine sellers who side-lined in<br />
DVDs and sex toys these days; it was a grim looking place. Old<br />
Victorian buildings looking their age with flaky paint on the<br />
window frames and dreary curtains, stained with cigarette smoke<br />
by their “Model “ occupants over the years.<br />
The Pink Elephant was decorated with one of those neon<br />
signs, it wasn’t anything special, just a huge pink elephant with its<br />
name underneath and live girls advertised, nothing subtle or clever<br />
about it, Tom thought. There was a big man on either side of the<br />
door, it seemed a little over the top as there was no sign of anyone<br />
trying to get in, let alone there having to be a selective policy that<br />
needed to be enforced by bouncers such as these.<br />
They nodded a greeting as he passed between them, the<br />
anteroom inside was dark, lit with a reddish bulb that allowed the<br />
girl behind the till to see what she was doing. The cover was ten<br />
pounds, another form of extortion he thought, but he handed it<br />
over, the woman who took it was older than he expected, although<br />
you could see she had been a looker in her day, under the red<br />
gloomy light anyway. She took the crisp note without a word, just<br />
handing him a raffle ticket by way of receipt.<br />
“This get you free first drink, yes?”<br />
He nodded understanding and pushed through the beaded<br />
curtain beside the counter that led into the bar proper.<br />
He had been aware of a thumping boom in the outer area, but<br />
somehow the little beaded curtain had contained it very well,<br />
because as he stepped through, it hit him in a wave of noise. He<br />
was sure his heart was starting to take on this artificial beat, such<br />
was its power. This was exactly what he had expected the other<br />
place to be like. There was a red velvet flock on the walls, which<br />
were uplighted by a string of regularly spaced lamps. The room<br />
was quite dark, red lighting above their heads illuminated the<br />
tables enough to be able to see their drinks and chat if needed, but<br />
not so bright as to show their fellow drinkers who was sitting at the<br />
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next table. The tables were spaced quite far apart, which made<br />
sense when he saw a half-naked girl writhing on the lap of a<br />
smiling man in a tracksuit, possibly a tourist or just a bad dresser<br />
Tom thought. The girls here were not unlike the waitresses at<br />
Ruskie, but their uniform was even skimpier. Essentially, a thong<br />
and bikini top, a very small bikini top that did little to hide their<br />
charms, of which there were ample examples floating around.<br />
As he stood in the entrance, one of the girls noticed him and<br />
swayed towards him. A big smile on her face as she threw her<br />
shoulders back, it had the effect of increasing what were already a<br />
formidable looking pair of breasts.<br />
“Hello sir, may I sit you at a table or you want to sit at bar?”<br />
Her accent was definitely Eastern European, but he couldn’t<br />
identify where exactly. She gestured towards the long bar with a<br />
few well-spaced stools along the front, there was one man seated<br />
there and Tom didn’t want to be anywhere near anyone else.<br />
“I’d like a table please love, near the back if you can?”<br />
She nodded but carried on speaking.<br />
“Why near the back sir? You not see the amazing dancing<br />
from back there. “<br />
She again gestured, this time to the only well-lit part of the<br />
room. There was a split stage with a pole on either side and a small<br />
podium in-between. The last dancers had just finished and the<br />
announcer was in the middle of asking for a round of applause for<br />
their sterling efforts, this was half-heartedly given by the handful<br />
of customers scattered around the room. “The back will be fine<br />
love, I like the privacy if you get my meaning?”<br />
Her face illuminated with a huge smile as she touched his<br />
shoulder in mock embarrassment.<br />
“You are a cheeky one I can see, yes. We find you somewhere<br />
private no problem.”<br />
He followed her to a table that was not anywhere near any of<br />
the other punters, the other tables may well get filled, but for now,<br />
he was secluded. He didn’t know how long he was going to be here<br />
so he just agreed and handed her his raffle ticket.<br />
“Just a diet coke please love, I need a clear head.”<br />
She took the little yellow ticket and thought for a second.<br />
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“You know this your only free drink? And they not cheap, it’s<br />
not even Coke, but cheap shitty stuff. Maybe you have a beer<br />
instead, for better money value, yes?”<br />
“Nah, I’m not on the drink at the moment, antibiotics, so Cola<br />
of any kind is fine, thanks for the heads up though.”<br />
As she turned to go, she looked back.<br />
“By the way, I am Carla and I will be serving you tonight,<br />
anything you want, anything, just ask, yes?”<br />
The implication was obvious, she was more than just a<br />
hostess, she was a working girl and Tom only had to ask and she<br />
would be available to him for whatever he felt like doing.<br />
She had been right about the cola; it was terrible. The<br />
sweeteners were the kind that left an aftertaste and he was<br />
seriously thinking of emptying it into the fake plant pot beside his<br />
table. He would risk the effects of fruit juice on him and go for OJ<br />
or something else next time. He sat on a side of the table to face<br />
the stage, which also meant he was able to observe any comings<br />
and goings through the beaded curtain, of which, there was very<br />
little going on. Carla came back to check that he was okay. She<br />
clearly wanted to offer her services, to get him over and done with<br />
before they got busy. She was worried she might miss out to one of<br />
the dancers who would start to roam around the tables soon, but<br />
she was told to wait until she was sure they were actually<br />
legitimate customers, and not just time wasters or worse<br />
undercover cops.<br />
He ordered his juice and she flirted with him for a while<br />
before walking away hips swaying. Tom’s eyes following along<br />
for the ride. He was actually enjoying this little recon mission, all<br />
the sexy girls was a nice change of pace for him and he was<br />
starting to wonder if his libido might make an appearance before<br />
he met his end. He didn’t want to be paying for it, that would be<br />
the ultimate in saddo behaviour but it was nice to think he might<br />
get his leg over one last time, and seeing Carla’s lovely backside<br />
moving slowly away brought a wry smile to his face, he wished.<br />
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Chapter Nineteen<br />
It had been three days now and Vitaly’s original feeling of<br />
optimism was failing him. Yuri had kept an eye on the clinic for all<br />
the hours it was open, but to no avail. She hadn’t shown at all. He<br />
had managed to get Karl to identify the woman he had seen with<br />
Saffy in the waiting room, she had red hair and walked very fast,<br />
she carried a laptop bag stuffed full of folders. She had been with<br />
another woman, clearly an addict and just as before, she had sat<br />
with them until the counsellor called them in, then took them away<br />
at the end.<br />
Yuri sent Karl to follow them in his car while he waited on the<br />
off chance she might come alone. They had gone to a big house<br />
with a secure door, some sort of women’s refuge he surmised. His<br />
mum had been in one once so he recognised the set up.<br />
After dropping the young woman off, she resurfaced and<br />
drove to an office just on the edge of the town centre. He got out<br />
and looked at the plaque in the reception, which detailed which<br />
floor was in use by whom. The top three floors were social<br />
services, so he had something to tell Yuri. He was a little worried<br />
he was losing faith in him and he didn’t relish trying to placate the<br />
big man if that happened.<br />
He gave Yuri the information, and was relieved when Yuri<br />
pulled out two fifty-pound notes and clapped him on the shoulder.<br />
“Good work my friend. I will tell the boss how hard you have<br />
worked for him, he may reward you.”<br />
Karl wasn’t sure he wanted to be in Vitaly’s thoughts at all, he<br />
was too unpredictable. Yes, when he was getting good reports he<br />
was friendly and even generous, but it only took one error and he<br />
was a monster. He’d had one of Karl’s mates beaten senseless for<br />
allowing one of his men to sell to an undercover policewoman<br />
posing as a hooker. It was just bad luck, but he never made it to<br />
court, he was too badly injured to face trial and he had lost touch<br />
with him. They had all pulled away from him in case they were<br />
deemed guilty by association.<br />
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Yuri had gone to the office block that evening and waited for<br />
the woman to leave. He had no need to follow her. She wasn’t<br />
going to be visiting Saffy from this place, but he needed to get<br />
some information from her files and he sat there pondering his next<br />
move very carefully, Vitaly would expect more than just excuses<br />
for why they hadn’t found her, and he hoped a sensible action plan<br />
would assuage his temper for the time being.<br />
Now, as he sat in the back office of the Pink Elephant<br />
watching the punters engrossed in the dancing girls, he wasn’t as<br />
confident in his plan but he had nothing else to offer, so it was out<br />
of his hands now.<br />
Vitaly was looking a bit better these last couple of days, he<br />
hadn’t been on the heavy stuff since he found out she had been<br />
spotted, and his mood had been a lot easier to judge, not<br />
necessarily any more pleasant, just not as up and down.<br />
“So, we have no idea where she is? Is that what you’re telling<br />
me Yuri? That after three days, you still haven’t found her?”<br />
His tone was unsettling, he was clearly pissed off, but Yuri<br />
was hopeful of turning the tide on this one.<br />
“Well, yes, I mean no. We don’t have her, but I think we know<br />
who will have the information. We have identified a woman from<br />
social services who was seen with her. I have traced her back to<br />
her offices and I think we could find her, if we can get in there and<br />
search her records. We might even be able to get that young kid<br />
from Kosovo, who is good with computers to hack in. It might be<br />
as easy as that, or we get someone to go in and search by hand, it’s<br />
all easily done I think.”<br />
By the look on his face, Yuri could see this had at least gotten<br />
his attention onto a positive idea, he wasn’t looking so angry at<br />
least.<br />
“Yes, this sounds good my friend, you’ve done well, again. I<br />
will call the little hacker and see what he can find. You will need<br />
to give him all we know, do we have a name for this woman yet?”<br />
Yuri nodded, “We know she is called Fiona, as the girl with<br />
her said as much when they were walking back to her car. It<br />
shouldn’t be hard to find her other name, there is most likely only a<br />
few in the building with that name, and we’ll work out which is<br />
her, I’m sure.”<br />
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Vitaly wasn’t as convinced by this, but it was a better plan<br />
than just staking out somewhere she may have moved away from.<br />
Karl had mentioned the refuge and Yuri had set up a look out just<br />
in case she turned up, they had plenty of photos of Saffy. They<br />
cropped them just to show her face, and it was costing them<br />
peanuts for Karl and a friend to keep watch.<br />
The main room in the bar was still quiet, it would be for most<br />
of the night. Tuesday was not a good night for them but there were<br />
a dozen or so men in, a few pairs and the usual lone drinkers. Sad<br />
men who didn’t realise they could have got the same service for a<br />
fraction of the cost by looking in the local paper.<br />
The girls on shift weren’t the best earners, these were girls<br />
working their way up. They had to prove themselves before they<br />
could expect to get the best nights, where they would pick up good<br />
tips and generally have a better time of it. The weirdoes came in on<br />
these nights and the girls had to learn to take the rough with the<br />
smooth.<br />
He panned the camera around, just to see if anything unusual<br />
was going on. He could see a couple of girls giving a lap dance<br />
together for a fat Asian looking guy, he was smiling like a kid in a<br />
sweetshop as they caressed each other and kissed while waving<br />
their breasts in his face. Everyone else was focused on the pole<br />
dancers, except the guy in the rear of the room. He was just sitting<br />
looking at his mobile phone, he was probably reading a text. He<br />
would be similarly engrossed in a moment.<br />
He watched Carla make her way over to him, he was lucky<br />
thought Yuri, she was a good girl, a bit inexperienced, but very<br />
pretty and eager to please. He had interviewed her personally, well,<br />
he took the opportunity to fuck her before letting her loose on his<br />
club, well, Vitaly’s club, but he was in charge of getting the right<br />
girls into the place. He had the pick of the recent imports. Girls<br />
who had used the well-oiled machine the Russians had in place for<br />
the Eastern European girls to gain access to Britain. They had<br />
believed life would be good here, that they would be working in<br />
regular jobs to pay back the loan they took out to pay for their<br />
passage, but for most it was not like that. The ugly ones were put<br />
into service in menial jobs, cleaners and maids. They were the<br />
lucky ones and were never jealous of their prettier friends ever<br />
again. These unlucky girls were put into a whole different type of<br />
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service where they had no choice but to prostitute themselves to<br />
get their passports back. To pay for food and lodgings and in many<br />
cases the drugs they were given to make them compliant.<br />
Yuri thought about the fate of these girls, they had made a<br />
serious error in judgement yes, but they didn’t deserve this life, not<br />
in his mind anyway.<br />
Vitaly was drunk once and told him how he saw the whole<br />
thing, he spoke about his sister, what she had gone through in the<br />
home she was placed in, the night he had found her and how he felt<br />
when she had died in the fight. She had been given no opportunity<br />
in life, she had made no decision she could be held responsible for,<br />
she had been exploited without recourse. If she, who was innocent<br />
and pure, could be abused in such a way, then by what right did<br />
these stupid bitches deserve any better.<br />
Yuri could feel anger flowing in his words but said nothing in<br />
their defence. He obviously hated what had happened and instead<br />
of reacting as many would, by wanting to save other girls, he went<br />
completely the other way.<br />
Only a psychiatrist could really explain why he had felt this<br />
way, but he was never likely to meet one, at least not<br />
professionally. He watched Carla chat to the man, he was typical<br />
of their clients. Shabby looking and shy, she was giving him big<br />
signals about her availability and he wasn’t biting just yet. He<br />
would, thought Yuri. They all did in the end, otherwise why pay<br />
nearly ten pounds for a drink if you just wanted to see a pole<br />
dancer and flirt with a hottie.<br />
Vitaly came back in momentarily to say he was leaving. He<br />
wanted to check on some stuff and get an early night for a change.<br />
He just wanted a word with Kasper, who was behind the bar<br />
tonight.<br />
As Vitaly came out of the doors leading into the private<br />
rooms, Yuri noticed the guy at the rear perk up suddenly. He must<br />
have recognised him from somewhere because his head followed<br />
him as he crossed to the bar. Vitaly was speaking to Kasper and<br />
this guy was just staring at them. He was completely engrossed in<br />
what was happening at the bar and Yuri was suspicious, was he a<br />
cop? He could be, they did tend to pick the most unlikely looking<br />
types for this sort of work. If he was, what was he going to do<br />
about it? They were allowed to have a drink like anyone else,<br />
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weren’t they? And nothing was going on that they could really do<br />
anything about, not overtly anyway. He put a call in to the guy<br />
manning the console, asking for Carla to report to the stage, which<br />
was code for the office.<br />
As Vitaly started to walk back towards the private area, the<br />
man stood as if to follow, he must have thought twice about it<br />
because he sat down. Just as the call for Carla had gone out, maybe<br />
he was wise to their codes, or he was just coincidently about to<br />
leave and decided not to. Carla called him from the stage area<br />
phone.<br />
“Yes, this is Carla, you want me to call?”<br />
He wasn’t sure what to tell her, he wanted to find out what<br />
was going on, but he didn’t want to over step the mark and cause a<br />
problem where none existed.<br />
“This guy you’re serving, is he likely to ask for more services?<br />
Do you think he’s wasting time or is he serious about you?”<br />
He was speaking in Russian, which was not her first language,<br />
so she took a second to think about it.<br />
“Well, he hasn’t said anything yet, but he is liking me, I think,<br />
and I was going to offer him a private dance next drink to see if he<br />
wanted to go out back. Do you want me to stop, is he a police<br />
man?”<br />
A decision made, he put forward his instructions as succinctly<br />
as he could.<br />
“Go back and say you like him a lot and want to do a private<br />
dance for him, cut price, if he’s a cop, we will sort this out for you,<br />
but I don’t think he is. Take him to room three and we’ll see what<br />
happens, if you do this well Carla, I will get you a shift on a<br />
Friday, okay?” She put her tray away and prepared herself for the<br />
sales pitch, she tried to be even more alluring as she walked<br />
towards Tom. He had noticed her from way back and hadn’t taken<br />
his eyes off of her all the while she drew closer.<br />
“I just think of you and wondered if maybe you like a dance<br />
from me? I think you like me, yes and I like you, so this be very<br />
good dance. We go to our private area and I do good price for you,<br />
because I like you very much.”<br />
He looked pleased, but didn’t answer straight away. He took<br />
in the rest of the room for a moment before leaning in, the euro<br />
beat music was loud at this end of the room.<br />
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“Well, if you put it like that I can’t really refuse you can I?<br />
That would be ungentlemanly of me wouldn’t it?”<br />
He stood as she offered her hand and was led to the door at the<br />
side of the stage area he had seen Vitaly go through.<br />
His plan had changed very quickly, he had intended to get her<br />
sweetened up with tips, and then ask her a few choice questions.<br />
Nothing too obvious, maybe use the same line as back in the other<br />
bar, seeing Vitaly had thrown him and now he was desperate to get<br />
back there, to see what was going on and who was running things.<br />
As Tom followed Carla, aware of some admiring glances as<br />
she passed a table with a couple of Arabs sitting together, he was<br />
trying to work out his next move. What would he say to this girl to<br />
get out of having sex? He couldn’t have managed even if he was<br />
feeling a little more enamoured with the idea of sex in general,<br />
how could he get out of the room and into the staff area?<br />
He was sure that his targets were here now, so he wanted to<br />
get as much out of the situation as possible. They went through a<br />
velvet covered door into a corridor, it smelt somewhere between a<br />
locker room and lemon factory, the fruity smell clearly intended to<br />
mask the scent of male musk. The walls were a deep crimson with<br />
pictures of women in various states of undress, plastered along it at<br />
eye level. The music was muted back here and Tom was relieved<br />
to be away from the annoyingly repetitive beats. There were quite<br />
a few doors on the right hand wall, numbered in Cyrillic’s, and at<br />
the very end, there was a different type of door with some writing<br />
on a small brass plaque. He couldn’t see, but assumed the writing<br />
would be in Russian as well.<br />
“We go in here, this my special room, yes?”<br />
She indicated a door she was holding open, he had to step<br />
under her outstretched arm and her breast brushed his cheek in<br />
doing so.<br />
“You make yourself comfort, yes, we have to speak about<br />
money okay? But just quickly, we want to have fun together quick,<br />
yes?”<br />
He smiled along, this was the tricky part he hadn’t planned on.<br />
“Well, what do you want sweetheart? I’m happy to pay the<br />
going rate, I don’t want you going short because of me.”<br />
Her eyes widened as she realised she was not going to be<br />
shafted on the cut price part of the deal, she didn’t trust Yuri to<br />
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come good with the Friday shift so this would be a regular deal<br />
which she could expect something for. They agreed on two<br />
hundred pounds for straight sex, and she took his money and went<br />
to pay it in. The girls all did this before the act so they couldn’t get<br />
done over, financially anyway.<br />
Yuri was waiting for her, room number three was video linked<br />
and he had heard their exchange, the fact he hadn’t tried to get a<br />
better deal caused Yuri even more suspicion.<br />
“Go through the motions and see what happens, I’ll be<br />
listening, but make sure anything he says is loud enough, if you<br />
have to, repeat it, but don’t be too obvious about it okay?”<br />
She nodded and went back to her room. Usually while the<br />
girls paid the money over the clients would undress, all the more<br />
ready for the fun, but Tom was as she’d left him.<br />
“You need to undress, yes, for us to make fun we need you to<br />
get naked, like me, we must both be naked.”<br />
She shrugged off the bikini top as she spoke by way of<br />
demonstrating her point, she was confused as he stood there, he<br />
hadn’t even taken a seat on the edge of the bed. He was a big guy<br />
and she felt a tinge of intimidation by his standing so close, not<br />
making any efforts to undress.<br />
“Please, my friend, you must undress, maybe you want me to<br />
help, is this it? Yes, you like me to take your clothes off for you,<br />
slowly like sexy okay?”<br />
Tom wasn’t being deliberately awkward, he just hadn’t<br />
considered what to do at this point. The sight of her naked flesh<br />
was arousing but he was aware of the fact he wasn’t physically<br />
reacting to this stimulus. He was not able to even put on pretence<br />
of obliging her, he was in a position he thought he’d never<br />
experience again.<br />
The training he received had been the best out there, wherever<br />
the regiment deemed the top trainers to be, they sent them there, or<br />
brought them in.<br />
Israelis for counter terrorism, Americans on the weapons end,<br />
and countless other specialists in between. Tom was a finely honed<br />
tool and as such, he was able to make snap judgements that would<br />
facilitate the completion of whatever he was doing. There was no<br />
time for thinking over possible scenarios, you came up with<br />
something and went with it. Now was such an occasion and he was<br />
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like the proverbial rabbit in the headlights, just standing there, in a<br />
brothel, with a beautiful woman expecting him to engage her in<br />
sexual relations, while outside was the target of his mission. The<br />
man who could potentially end the life of the dearest person on this<br />
planet and he was doing nothing.<br />
As Carla pulled her thong off, he looked at her. She was<br />
amazing. Her pubic hair was shaved into a small triangle, and her<br />
long legs seemed somehow longer now that she had stepped out of<br />
her transparent heeled shoes. This was just a distraction; he needed<br />
to get on with doing whatever he was intending to do. The problem<br />
was he wasn’t sure of his intent at that point. Maybe it was the<br />
drugs or the illness itself, but he was confused and out of kilter,<br />
with what was happening. He had to do something or he would be<br />
in trouble. At the very least, she would report back to her brothel<br />
master he wasn’t complying, or would she? If she was paid, what<br />
did it matter to her? Unaware he was being filmed, he believed she<br />
might keep schtum about this if he could convince her it was<br />
something logical that kept him from completing his part of the<br />
deal.<br />
“Listen Hun, it’s not anything you’re doing, I’m just a bit<br />
nervous, it’s been a while and I haven’t been with anyone nearly as<br />
gorgeous as you, you understand? I’m just nervous I guess.”<br />
She looked up into his face to see the truth in his eyes, she felt<br />
she had a talent for this sort of stuff, but he looked away, natural<br />
enough in his embarrassment.<br />
“Don’t worry, we take time, yes? I make you feel ready<br />
quickly, nice and gentle, just relax and let Carla make it okay.”<br />
As she reached for his zipper, he gently pulled her hand away.<br />
This was going wrong and he wasn’t anywhere near getting to the<br />
point of why he had come back here. She seemed a good lass and<br />
he hoped he could reason with her to keep quiet while he did what<br />
he needed to. Should he trust her? He had no choice at that point.<br />
He pushed her back toward the bed, very lightly, he didn’t<br />
want to come across as aggressive and she stumbled back into<br />
sitting where he was supposed to have been. She looked worried<br />
but he smiled in an effort to allay her fears.<br />
“Listen love, I don’t want to have sex, not with you or anyone<br />
else okay? I just need to have a look about outside for a moment, I<br />
can give you another hundred pounds right now if you just play<br />
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all,” unwittingly he looked at the hidden camera, “Sit tight and let<br />
me do what I’ve got to do. You won’t have any trouble from me<br />
ever again, what do you say?”<br />
She looked into the corner where the camera was concealed<br />
and tried to get him to realise it was there, she couldn’t risk saying<br />
anything, but if he was aware he might stop saying these things<br />
and she could just get on with it. No need for Yuri to get angry<br />
with him or more importantly her, but it was too late. Tom was<br />
about to make a more heartfelt plea, up his offer, although he<br />
wasn’t sure what he had left on him. The cost of things was even<br />
higher than expected, so the money was dwindling faster than<br />
expected, as he leaned forward trying to make himself seem<br />
smaller and less threatening the door opened behind him.<br />
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Chapter Twenty<br />
The first man through the door wasn’t Yuri, but Mikhail.<br />
Although to Tom, it made no difference as he was grabbed by the<br />
shoulders and pinned against the wall. Carla screamed, going<br />
hysterical and would have continued had Yuri not stepped into the<br />
room and backhanded her across the face.<br />
Tom realised what was happening far too late to act, even if he<br />
had been at full fitness he would have struggled, but in his current<br />
state he was fucked. Although not as big as Yuri, Mikhail was a<br />
big man, Tom still had few inches on him, he usually did over<br />
most people, but Mikhail was also a very strong man. His hands<br />
were clamped around the tops of Tom’s arms, holding tight enough<br />
to keep him immobile, while Yuri stepped back to have a good<br />
look at him.<br />
“What you think you doing here? You spy for someone<br />
maybe, I see you looking at my boss, you know him? He do<br />
something you not like to your lady maybe or maybe you cop,<br />
no?” He stepped back to have a better look at him, “I don’t think<br />
you work for police, they have to be strong man and you not, not<br />
now at least, you look like shit man.”<br />
Tom was in no state to answer. The constriction of his chest<br />
by Mikhail was making his breathing difficult.<br />
“Let me go, get this fucking gorilla off of me, I just” he was<br />
interrupted by a right hand from Yuri, which sent his head reeling<br />
and stars appeared behind his eyes.<br />
“Don’t be rude with us, we not the ones who come here and<br />
try get busy, making me have to hurt Carla and spoil other people’s<br />
day. Now, what you want, just tell me?”<br />
Mikhail let Tom drop to the floor and gave him a kick to the<br />
guts to emphasise his disgust at his weakness.<br />
The whole thing seemed to last for hours. The fact that he lost<br />
consciousness made it hard to work out, he was in the bedroom<br />
one minute, then he was in a beer cellar tied to a chair the next. His<br />
head was spinning as he came around, they must have thrown<br />
water over him because he was wet and very cold. His shirt was<br />
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plastered to him and there was stuff running into his eyes, it was<br />
making them sting, God he hoped it was water.<br />
The room was dark and stunk of dampness. There was a single<br />
light bulb hanging naked from the ceiling, it was set too low to be<br />
effective but was enough for Tom to see he was not alone. There<br />
were at least two people he could see from his position, which was<br />
pretty much in the middle of the space. It wasn’t what you would<br />
call a room more of a storage space. They were talking quietly in<br />
what he suspected was Russian, again he understood the odd word,<br />
nothing valuable and certainly no help in his current predicament.<br />
He kept his awareness to himself by staying stock-still. He used his<br />
peripheral vision to get some idea of where he was, but this was<br />
nearly useless in the gloom, all he knew was he could see two sets<br />
of feet and hear at least two voices. None of this helped him decide<br />
on a course of action. He almost laughed at the thought, what could<br />
he possibly do? Regardless of any ideas he might possibly have?<br />
He would have been hard pressed to act on his best days, but now,<br />
a shadow of his former self, cancer riddled and unable to remain<br />
conscious under the simplest of circumstance. He was fucked, and<br />
he had to accept the situation. All he could do was limit the danger<br />
he put anyone else in, especially Saffy.<br />
“Mr Green, yes, you understand me don’t you Mr Green?<br />
Maybe you try and pretend to be sleep, but I know, I can see you<br />
are here now.”<br />
He was hit hard across the back of head by an open hand, it<br />
hurt, but was unlikely to cause further concussion. They wanted to<br />
talk to him and for him to be able answer.<br />
The fact they thought he was Green was good. The fake<br />
licence had worked its trick, and the phone would prove useless to<br />
them as well. Only one number actually had anyone on the other<br />
end. Alf would get through to Ricky, but he was aware of the<br />
potential of any call from this line and he would answer as if he<br />
was a friend of Greens. He would plead ignorance of anything he<br />
might be up to, and ring off, at least that was the plan. Tom could<br />
only hope he followed it when push came to shove.<br />
“Well, Mr Green, Toby you prefer maybe, yes? Toby, you<br />
have been a bad man, coming in our club and trying to get our girl<br />
to keep secrets from us, this is not a nice man, we think.” The<br />
speaker said something in Russian to whoever else was there. They<br />
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sniggered in response. “You have lots of money, maybe you have<br />
been paid to spy on us, yes? By someone we know, maybe?”<br />
So, they didn’t have a clear idea of what was going on, they<br />
were suspicious about him but didn’t have anything they could<br />
specifically tie him into, this was good, so far.<br />
“I just wanted to have a look around, I’ve never been in a<br />
place like this, honestly, I was being silly, yes, but just nosey, not<br />
up to anything, why would I?”<br />
This elicited a laugh from whoever was behind him, then<br />
another crack to the back of the head. It hurt, but he was able to<br />
suffer this, he hoped it was as bad as it got, but he wasn’t<br />
optimistic.<br />
“Toby, you think we stupid Russian peasants, that we don’t<br />
know about clever things like you, that you maybe too smart for<br />
us, but this not true my friend, we have many ways to find out<br />
what you are doing here, but maybe you want to just tell us and<br />
avoid more pain, yes?”<br />
His head was swimming and the stinging in his eyes hadn’t<br />
faded at all, it wasn’t water for sure. He tried to get a handle on his<br />
emotions; a cool head might just save his life here, if he could just<br />
know what they would like to hear from him, to get them to back<br />
off. He was sure they hadn’t associated him with anything to do<br />
with Saffy, but they obviously were worried about someone spying<br />
on them.<br />
“I’m a private detective, I was asked to have a look for a man<br />
here, by a lady, she thinks he comes here and I was supposed to<br />
find him, prove her right so she can screw him in a divorce, that’s<br />
all, honest.”<br />
It sounded feasible to Tom, at the time anyway, but there were<br />
holes in it he hoped they wouldn’t have sussed out yet. The larger<br />
of the two pairs of feet came around to face him, all he could see<br />
were the legs, which were thick and long like tree trunks. He<br />
guessed this was Yuri. As he tried to turn his head to get a better<br />
look a fist crashed into his midsection, winding him and making<br />
him rack as he tried to vomit.<br />
“No my friend, I don’t think this true, you are something<br />
different from detective, maybe you know one of the girls, is that<br />
it?”<br />
He was speaking in a mocking tone, clearly enjoying himself.<br />
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“You meet her and want get her out of here for yourself, they<br />
try and get men sometimes for help, but it not possible. “<br />
He paused a moment to see if he got any reaction.<br />
“No, I don’t think this is true either, you too smart for this, I<br />
hear you were at my bar earlier today, said you were a DJ, you<br />
want to meet the boss, why? And when he come into bar you get<br />
excited, you try and follow, why?”<br />
This was a difficult one to explain, how would he have known<br />
who the boss was without some kind of information he shouldn’t<br />
have had.<br />
“Look guys, I’m not important, just a private dick who got too<br />
nosey that’s all. My bosses wanted some information and I just<br />
tried to get it for them, I don’t even know who they are, they pay<br />
by transfer and send instruction via e-mail, that’s all I know, they<br />
want to know about the owner, where to find him and when, that<br />
sort of thing, I promise.”<br />
Yuri backhanded Tom across the brow and he momentarily<br />
lost consciousness. It felt longer, but nothing had changed, he was<br />
still standing there, looming above him. They were talking again,<br />
something about an Englishman and a Karpov whatever one of<br />
them was. Clearly, they had something in mind, their Paranoia<br />
about whoever, was exactly what he needed to hear, it gave him a<br />
possible out, if there was any real chance of getting out, he grimly<br />
pondered.<br />
For the next forty minutes, he was subjected to inhuman<br />
torture, Yuri would slap him, ask a question, he wouldn’t have the<br />
right answer and he would then pick a part and go to work on it,<br />
using blunt instruments to lay into him. His legs were smashed by<br />
gas canisters, probably used to carbonate the drinks. He smashed<br />
his face repeatedly, reviving him whenever it got too much for him<br />
and started again. They would leave the head until they got<br />
impatient again, all the violence was administered by Yuri, which<br />
Tom considered, meant the other person was Vitaly. He had<br />
stopped trying to lie his way out of this, he didn’t have a clue who<br />
they were asking him about and he assumed he would be dead<br />
pretty soon, if he did manage to do so without any mention of<br />
Saffy, then it would a pyrrhic victory to him.<br />
It had been a good hour since they brought this man into the<br />
cellar and they had nothing of worth from the venture. He was<br />
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either too stupid or genuinely unaware of what was going on. Yuri<br />
admired his resilience, but it got Vitaly especially wound up. He<br />
had tortured men before, he liked to do it but in this case, he left it<br />
to his lieutenant. He didn’t want to be identified in case it was what<br />
he had first thought, that bastard Wainright had sent him to get<br />
some information he could use against him. He was probably a<br />
very angry man right now, but he would be a dangerous foe until<br />
he could be neutralised.<br />
Vitaly smiled as he thought about his revenge on the petty<br />
English fool, he had managed to get one of the baggage handlers to<br />
plant a bag of heroin into his luggage, this had been especially<br />
difficult as they were on a private charter, but if you spent enough<br />
money you could accomplish almost anything. From there, it was a<br />
simple phone call to Swiss customs to advise them of his suspicion<br />
about the businessman. He would probably get away with it, the<br />
Swiss were notoriously clever when it came to their business<br />
community and liked to keep it stocked full of rich men who paid<br />
their taxes.<br />
The Englishman that was currently taking his attention had<br />
passed out again, they would give him a while this time, even<br />
torturers got tired, he mused. While Yuri got ready to return to the<br />
fray he picked up his mobile in the hope it would have a clue or<br />
two, there were no texts in the memory at all, none received or<br />
sent, which was strange and there was only a few numbers in the<br />
memory. He picked the first, Alf, and pressed call. It rang for a few<br />
moments then a man with a thick London accent answered.<br />
Vitaly thought for a second then spoke.<br />
“Hello, is this a friend of Toby’s, Alf, is it?”<br />
The man on the other end paused for a second clearly<br />
confused to be called from Toby’s phone, only to have a Russian<br />
speak to him, about Toby.<br />
“Yeah, this is Alf, who’s that? Where’s Toby? He should<br />
have been here ages ago, you an ambulance man or something?”<br />
Vitaly smiled, perfect.<br />
“Yes, I am Medic, we have found this phone with a man, but<br />
we don’t know who he is, do you know where this Toby was<br />
supposed to be going tonight?”<br />
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Ricky had thought about this and he decided he needed to be a<br />
bit more dramatic than Tom had suggested, well not so much<br />
suggested as ordered.<br />
“Well, he was popping into Soho for some reason, then we<br />
were due to meet up for a drink on Tottenham Court Road. I’m<br />
here now waiting for him, what’s this guy look like? He might<br />
have nicked the phone from him, it might be someone else.”<br />
“What he do this evening? He partying or at work? Maybe he<br />
told you what he was going to do?”<br />
Vitaly didn’t want this Alf to have long enough to think too<br />
much about the oddness of the situation, but Ricky was wise to this<br />
and continued as Tom had told him.<br />
“He is a private detective on a minor case as far as I know,<br />
nothing big just some information for a client, that’s all he told me.<br />
Where are you? I can come round and check for you, I’m only in<br />
the pub, it won’t take me long to get to Soho.”<br />
The line cleared as Vitaly ended the call, he took another look<br />
at Tom, he was in a shit state and would most likely die very soon.<br />
He clearly wasn’t very important or highly paid, yes, he had some<br />
cash on him, but he’d spent most of it in trying to find out what?<br />
As Yuri laid into him again, smashing into his thigh with the huge<br />
spanner that they used to change the barrels, Vitaly pondered the<br />
situation. What was he trying to find out? Who ran the clubs? This<br />
was not common knowledge but easy enough to discover if he<br />
tried hard enough, what Vitaly looked like seemed to be likely but<br />
why? None of this made sense and he had better things to do than<br />
interrogate nobody’s about their motives.<br />
“Yuri, when he wakes use the knife to see if there is anything<br />
else, otherwise just cut his throat and dump him.”<br />
Yuri nodded, he would throw some more of the dregs over<br />
him to get him awake again, then he would finish him off.<br />
Just then one of the fire alarms sounded from upstairs, this<br />
was not usual and meant that, either the smoke alarms had been<br />
triggered, or a fire door had been used, they couldn’t run the risk of<br />
the fire brigade steaming in and finding Toby tied to a chair. They<br />
left Mikhail, who had been sitting out in the hall, to watch over<br />
him as they went to find out what was happening and try to head<br />
off any attention from the fire brigade.<br />
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As they left, Yuri turned to Mikhail and said, “Just cut his<br />
throat, don’t bother to wake him, we’ll sort out what’s been<br />
happening later, the knifes on the barrels over there.”<br />
He nodded toward the stack of metal barrels waiting their turn<br />
to be tapped and emptied.<br />
They left by the front steps up to the entrance and as they did,<br />
the sound of the alarms hid a loud crash as the rear delivery door<br />
was caved in with an almighty kick.<br />
Mikhail who was in the cellar opposite the door, jumped back<br />
in surprise allowing Ricky to fill the gap between them faster than<br />
he could react. He took one look at Tom, tied to his chair, possibly<br />
dead and clearly victim of an assault, and leapt on the Russian.<br />
As big as he was, Ricky was easily a match for him, strength<br />
wise and they locked into an embrace, wrestling as they fell<br />
backwards. Ricky landed on the other man, forcing air from his<br />
lungs while adding all his weight to prevent him from getting his<br />
breath back. Ricky had slipped his grasp and gripped his throat<br />
with his free hand. Ricky’s hands were like shovels but Mikhail’s<br />
neck was thick and instead of trying to strangle him, he grabbed<br />
hold of the Adam’s apple, crushing it as tightly as he could, as<br />
Mikhail bucked and writhed trying to get him off for a second, just<br />
to get some breath and relieve the pressure on his windpipe. Ricky<br />
was drawing blood from the throat as his grip tightened and he<br />
could feel the Russian weakening. As the windpipe was constricted<br />
enough to prevent him breathing in any way, he held firm,<br />
applying more pressure onto his chest as the fight drained out of<br />
him. He held on even when he stopped moving, only letting go<br />
when he was sure he was dead. He wiped his bloody right hand on<br />
the dead man’s shirt and climbed up, breathing hard from the<br />
exertion, to see how Tom fared.<br />
He was frightened he had been too late, but he came as soon<br />
as he got the call, his worst fears were almost confirmed as he tried<br />
his neck for a pulse. He struggled to find one and imagined he was<br />
already dead, but as he calmed down, he managed to find a weak<br />
intermittent pulse. He was not going to allow his brother to die, he<br />
would get him to a hospital and let them do their thing, he trusted<br />
in the people at St Thomas’s.<br />
They had never let him down. He cut Tom free from the chair<br />
and shouldered him as he struggled back up the alley that led to the<br />
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delivery door, and out onto the street. The car was a few feet away<br />
and he managed to lay him as gently as he could onto the back<br />
seat. Just a few yards away unaware of any of the last few minute’s<br />
events, Vitaly was looking up the length of Berwick Street for<br />
whoever had set the fire door off on the far side of the building,<br />
Ricky pulled out into the flow of traffic and headed to the hospital,<br />
taking every risk required to get there in time.<br />
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Chapter TwentyOne<br />
The weather was getting better and she was starting to<br />
understand why people flocked to Brighton, thousands every<br />
weekend. The winter months were quieter but still they came. The<br />
antiques were a big draw, the Lanes drawing collectors and<br />
browsers from miles around to search through the eclectic mix of<br />
stores. Everything from 17 th century furniture to 20 th century pop<br />
culture was on offer, along with the many coffee shops, bars and<br />
high street shopping. There was never a truly quiet time in the<br />
main Town Centre.<br />
Saffy had a fifteen-minute walk into town and it was a nice<br />
stroll, she thought. The good burghers of Brighton were a mixed<br />
lot themselves. There were the students in their many guises,<br />
Goths, Emo’s, Skateboarders and Preppy types, the businessmen<br />
who commuted to London every week day, and their fussy looking<br />
wives who met to complain at the falling standards of the area.<br />
Then there were the dropouts who seemed to love the place.<br />
Sally could have been put into this category. They were<br />
usually a bit too old to be students, although many of them came<br />
here originally to be one. They found the free living ethos<br />
seductive, the easy access to class A’s endearing, and the welfare<br />
state seemed to be arranged to allow them the lifestyle they always<br />
dreamt of. The accommodation wasn’t great, most of them lived in<br />
the converted houses that had been done in the sixties and rarely<br />
upgraded since. They were usually small squalid affairs but the<br />
government paid the rent and they had access to all the delights of<br />
the town, laid out there for them to enjoy. Saffy watched these<br />
folks wandering about, sitting on the pavement in freezing<br />
temperatures or congregating in groups on street corners and<br />
wondered where she fitted in here.<br />
Sally had introduced her to a couple of girls she sold weed to.<br />
They were uni students and had been on a course similar to<br />
Saffy’s. They were nice enough, but she didn’t really connect with<br />
them.<br />
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Tracey and Denise were both in their early twenties, and had<br />
the standard student lifestyle of drinking, getting stoned and the<br />
occasional lecture. Saffy could identify with them easily enough,<br />
but it was the stuff that went on in her life they didn’t share that<br />
kept her from making any real connection with them. She was<br />
always worried they would ask a hard question. Who was the<br />
father, how had they met, where had she been at uni, all these<br />
things were easily explained away, with her newly found back<br />
story, but she hated being a liar and felt constant shame at the<br />
events that had led her to this place at this time.<br />
The very thought that she was carrying Vitaly’s child made<br />
her feel conflicted, she wanted this child and would love it with all<br />
her might, but would she be seeing the face of her tormentor in<br />
theirs? Would it affect her feelings later on when times were tough,<br />
the constant night feeds then teething, kids were hard work and<br />
many better prepared mothers came to resent the child, without the<br />
added animosity felt towards their father. Could she handle this<br />
when the time came?<br />
She had hoped to get a chance to discuss this with her social<br />
worker but it wasn’t really on the agenda. She had now met her<br />
new caseworker, Mali Gnenge, a nice enough lady who had been<br />
away on maternity leave up until now, and was constantly<br />
checking her phone in case the child-minder had been in touch.<br />
She was mixed race as well, her father was Nigerian. She<br />
explained and she looked West Indian, as opposed to the pale<br />
brown one expected in their kind. She was short and frumpy, the<br />
baby weight wasn’t coming off too easily for her, and as much as<br />
she appeared to be interested, there was something about her that<br />
didn’t instil confidence in Saffy. They had met once at the flat, but<br />
she had asked Saffy to come into town for their next chat, at the<br />
local community hall, where they had a weekly surgery for the<br />
ladies in the area in need of their assistance.<br />
There were a few other women waiting in the main hall for<br />
whoever they had arranged to see, some of them clearly knew each<br />
other. Those with kids sat looking harassed as the little mites ran<br />
around screaming with each other, a few had prams, the other<br />
women would stand over them cooing in at the little one. The mix<br />
was unusual to Saffy, they were mostly White, a few Asian girls<br />
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although not all the white girls were English. There were Polish<br />
and Romanians as well as the odd Irish accent.<br />
She took a seat along the outside edge of the hall and waited<br />
for her turn, she saw Mali taking another young lady into a side<br />
room. She nodded in acknowledgement and disappeared into the<br />
room, closing the door behind her. She was on time for her<br />
appointment, so this must mean she wasn’t going to be seen in the<br />
next two minutes, which was her allotted time, typical she thought.<br />
She got into a conversation with one of the Asian ladies about the<br />
number of eastern Europeans there, it was disgusting apparently<br />
that they came to this country and used all the facilities without<br />
having any real right to them. The fact this conversation was<br />
happening between two women, who would have both been<br />
described by your average white racist as foreigners, wasn’t lost on<br />
her. She nodded and sighed in the appropriate places and prayed<br />
for the time to pass quickly. She saw the door open and the girl<br />
who had clearly been crying walked past her, sniffing into a tissue<br />
as she did. Mali looked at her and indicated it was time to have<br />
their meeting.<br />
It went as expected; the facts were laid out. She was expected<br />
to maintain her estrangement from the baby’s father. If she got in<br />
contact with him for any reason, she would be in a precarious<br />
position with the social services, which would have to decide<br />
whether her unborn child would need to be put on a child at risk<br />
register. They did this at birth to protect them from the mother, as<br />
well as an abusive father. Saffy made it clear this wouldn’t be an<br />
issue and the matter was dropped. They discussed what was<br />
happening for her right then, the need to maintain the treatment<br />
program, which she wasn’t finding too difficult and the subject of<br />
her alias was brought up. Saffy was bothered by the fact she was<br />
telling anyone she met her name was Sandra, but whenever Mali<br />
addressed her it was as Saffy. If anyone in the hall had met her<br />
before, this might have confused them, and they agreed that from<br />
now on Mali would use Sandra at all times.<br />
They went on to discuss benefits. She had been put on the very<br />
basic requirement to start off, just so she had some money for food<br />
and toiletries. Now they could look at what she should be entitled<br />
to, which according to Mali would increase her income<br />
considerably and maybe allow her to get that TV she had<br />
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mentioned at the flat the last time they met. The last thing they<br />
went through was the various groups and activities she could<br />
access. There were a few pre-natal groups and drug users support<br />
groups, along with the purely social get-togethers like coffee<br />
mornings. She gave her a few hand outs with details of where and<br />
when these things were happening, then got up to escort her out.<br />
She felt dismissed and they hadn’t talked about anything around<br />
her problems, the emotional stuff and her troubles connecting to<br />
her peers. This wasn’t on the agenda apparently, and she was left<br />
feeling underwhelmed by the whole thing. She missed Fiona, she<br />
had been interested in her as a person not just a case in her list of<br />
clients.<br />
As she wandered back through the lunchtime crowds, she was<br />
unaware of a man staring at her from across the road. She didn’t<br />
notice him speeding up to get in front of her, then crossing over<br />
and walking towards her to get a better look. She was lost in<br />
thought as he turned around and made his way up alongside her.<br />
She noticed him then, just a guy on his phone, nothing of note and<br />
she carried on walking unhindered. He wasn’t speaking on the<br />
phone as he walked past her, he was using the camera feature to<br />
get a shot of her. He smiled to himself as he drifted into the crowd<br />
behind her, he would see where she went and if he was right, this<br />
would be a proper earner for him.<br />
He licked his lips in anticipation of the drugs he would be able<br />
to afford with his reward. She wandered into a few shops along the<br />
way, mostly charity shops and she did buy a few things. These<br />
days it was considered okay to buy in these shops. In the past it<br />
was a playground insult thrown around to embarrass each other,<br />
“Your mum shops in Oxfam” was usually followed by a long<br />
exchange of what was called mum cussing. Nowadays, the wealthy<br />
middle class ladies often shopped in them and usually spent an<br />
afternoon a week helping out as well.<br />
Her little foray into shopping over, she made a quick stop at<br />
the local grocery shop. It was one of the big supermarkets new<br />
Metro stores, a mini version usually at the same prices as the main<br />
store. They were a boon for busy people, but could sound the death<br />
knell for the other local shops, which were forced to lower their<br />
prices to try and compete. She got some milk and a few other bits.<br />
The stranger watched from the huge window, checking she hadn’t<br />
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clocked him. She was a lovely looking girl he mused, he wouldn’t<br />
have minded a go on her himself in fact, if she wasn’t clearly so<br />
important he might have had a crack. She wouldn’t say yes, he<br />
knew that, but he didn’t always listen to their no’s. She wouldn’t<br />
be the first he had to convince to agree, a few slaps and the swish<br />
of a blade were his style of sexual lubricant, but this one was out of<br />
bounds wasn’t she?<br />
Saffy had an uncomfortable feeling as she passed through the<br />
park at the end of her road. She couldn’t quite understand what<br />
was bugging her but she had an idea. The meeting had been<br />
unfulfilling, and although she was going to be better off<br />
financially, and that was good, she felt that nothing real was sorted<br />
out. Mali was just going through the motions. The amount of time<br />
she checked her phone was unprofessional, and she seemed<br />
preoccupied the whole time, umming and ahhing as she tried to get<br />
her train of thought back. This would be the cause of the nagging<br />
feeling she had in the back of her mind, wouldn’t it? As she headed<br />
up the street, the tidy terraced houses showing a pride in the<br />
neighbourhood she hadn’t seen in Leeds or London, she mused<br />
about her situation. She had a nice little flat, a friendly helpful<br />
neighbour and if she worked at it, some new friends who apart<br />
from the odd bit of weed, weren’t into anything she shouldn’t be<br />
involved with.<br />
The government was paying her rent and giving her money to<br />
survive. She would be able to get on with her degree after the baby<br />
was born, according to Fiona and although she had lost touch with<br />
her family for now, she might be able to face them again once she<br />
had time to heal herself of the shame.<br />
Dad would understand in the end, he had a forgiving nature<br />
and she was never in any doubt about his love for her. She hadn’t<br />
thought about him recently, apart from when she was looking for a<br />
stick to beat herself with. How much he would hate her, the shame<br />
and embarrassment he would be feeling and this sort of stuff. He<br />
had been away fighting when she left for university in the autumn.<br />
He would be in danger every day and she hadn’t thought about the<br />
risks involved at all, was he okay out there? She knew he was in<br />
the regiment, but not really what that meant for him on a day-today<br />
basis, he was elite and she always considered this to mean he<br />
only did the special jobs. He would be kept back at the base<br />
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waiting for his special super soldiering skills to become necessary,<br />
he would be fine, Tom was with him wherever he was, and he<br />
wouldn’t let anything happen to him would he? Good old Tom, she<br />
wondered what he would have to say, if anything. He was a quiet<br />
man but he had always taken time to speak to her, encourage her in<br />
her studies, and listen to her silly teenage problems. Usually,<br />
without any useful idea of what to do, but he cared and she loved<br />
him for it. Tom would be fine with it eventually. Everyone would<br />
be shocked and outraged at first wouldn’t they? But some would<br />
be more interested in her and her baby than what she had been up<br />
to. At least Dad and Tom would be on her side and she could rely<br />
on them when the time came for her to speak to them again.<br />
Her mum wasn’t someone she considered very much. She had<br />
no right to judge, she was a whore herself as far as she was<br />
concerned, and having been around when the wives of men Dad<br />
knew through work had been caught cheating, her catty comment’s<br />
and holier than thou attitude had always annoyed Saffy. She would<br />
call them all the names under the sun and make statements she had<br />
no right to, but when the boot was on the other foot, she denied<br />
that it was her fault. He was always away, and didn’t show her<br />
enough affection when he was back. She even implied he had only<br />
bothered to come back to just be with Saffy, that they had a<br />
conspiracy against her and they had ultimately been to blame.<br />
She remembered the huge row they had had the night before<br />
she left for London. She had only remained under her roof out of<br />
expediency, there was simply nowhere else to go. Tom had offered<br />
her use of his place but that was in Hereford and not really an<br />
option, a nice offer though. She had come back from a farewell<br />
drink with some old school friends, sober, as she didn’t really like<br />
to drink in those days. Her Mum on the other hand was far from<br />
abstemious; there was a half-full bottle of wine on the coffee table<br />
and an empty one beside the couch. Saffy had tried to ignore her<br />
and just head up to her room, the final pieces of packing had to be<br />
done anyway, but she hadn’t allowed it. Ellen had stumbled into<br />
the hall and put her arm across the bottom of the stairs to bar her<br />
way.<br />
“So, I suppose you’ve spent the evening telling all your toffee<br />
nosed friends about what an evil cow I am? I bet you love it don’t<br />
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you? Having the high ground over me. You and your Dad always<br />
talking on the phone about me, and what I’ve done.”<br />
Saffy tried to push past her, but Ellen barged her backwards<br />
towards the living room.<br />
“Don’t try and deny it, you sanctimonious cow, what’s the<br />
matter the cat got your tongue? Can’t be bothered to speak to your<br />
own mother when she asks you something?” Saffy tried to bite her<br />
tongue, she knew her mum couldn’t handle her drink and there was<br />
nothing to be gained in having it out there and then.<br />
“Look mum, I’ve got stuff to do and can’t be bothered to<br />
speak to you in this state, just go to bed or carry on drinking<br />
whatever you feel better with, just leave me alone to get on with<br />
things.”<br />
“This state, this state what are you implying? That I’m too<br />
drunk to have a conversation with my only daughter, you really<br />
think you’re better than me don’t you?” she was swaying slightly<br />
as she ranted, “Going off to university and living in London, well<br />
without me, this wouldn’t be happening. Who do you think pushed<br />
you to do your school work, sat and taught you to read while your<br />
dad was off, God knows where defending the realm, what did he<br />
ever do? Hey, tell me that, where was he when you had parents<br />
evenings and plays? Off with his mates, that’s where.”<br />
This was too much for Saffy, her dad sacrificed a lot to make<br />
sure they had the wherewithal for her to go to the grammar school,<br />
he was a legitimate hero, and she had no right to belittle him,<br />
regardless of her drunken state.<br />
“Shut your mouth about him, you stupid bitch. He was always<br />
there when it mattered, when I needed him he made things happen,<br />
who do you think paid for all this stuff you surround yourself with?<br />
My uniforms and come to think of it, tuition fees, not you, that’s<br />
who.”<br />
Saffy was going red in the face as she batted back her jibes.<br />
“Your job is just a way to pick up men apparently. Even now<br />
it’s him paying for everything, God knows why, I fucking<br />
wouldn’t if I were him, just shut up, go and drink yourself silly and<br />
leave me alone. I don’t want or need you and neither does my<br />
dad.”<br />
She instantly fell back under the weight of her mother’s slap.<br />
She hadn’t meant to do it with such force but the drink had<br />
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muddled her and it was enough to knock her back. Saffy rubbed<br />
her reddened cheek; it throbbed as she tried to get her head round<br />
what had just happened. Her immediate thought was to strike back,<br />
she had been taught by the very best how to deliver a punch but it<br />
wasn’t an attacker she was preparing to hit, it was her mother.<br />
“You just made your last mistake old woman, don’t ever<br />
expect to hear from me again, understand me? Never.”<br />
She was shouting now and her self-restraint was at breaking<br />
point.<br />
“I don’t care if you die all alone. Don’t call me or try and get<br />
in touch, it’s over between us, you get me? And be fucking clear<br />
on this. The only reason I haven’t punched your lights out is Dad<br />
would be upset if I did, and unlike you, I care about his feelings.<br />
Now get out of my fucking way, or I might just change my mind.”<br />
Saffy pushed past her, and that was the last she saw or heard<br />
from her. She was laid out on the sofa as she left the next day, and<br />
Saffy didn’t even look in to see if she was okay, she didn’t care.<br />
The flat was warm and inviting as she put the bags down and<br />
went to put the kettle on. The small kitchen window looked out of<br />
the side of the house and she noticed a man walking by very<br />
slowly. He was on his phone and she thought she had seen him<br />
somewhere before, he might have been a neighbour, that was<br />
likely. She had seen some of them wandering about but hadn’t<br />
taken the time to get to know who was who.<br />
Once she was comfortable with her alias, she would begin to<br />
get involved in the community. She had always been an active part<br />
of the local scene back home and she knew there were advantages<br />
to being one of the local faces, people looked out for you and you<br />
knew what was going on without the need to get a paper.<br />
As she finished making the tea, she had another look, he had<br />
gone, as expected. The uneasy feeling continued for the rest of the<br />
day until Sally came up with some homemade lasagne for Saffy,<br />
and they chatted about everything and nothing. The easy relaxed<br />
mood gave her a nice feeling inside and there was no room for the<br />
negative vibe she’d been harbouring.<br />
In the meantime, her newly appointed stalker had made<br />
contact with his dealer. It was him who had shown him the picture<br />
and asked him to keep an eye out for anyone who looked like her.<br />
He had shown it to most of his clients, a request from further up<br />
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the chain he said. There were financial rewards, but no amount had<br />
been mentioned, so he took the opportunity to negotiate before<br />
revealing all he had to tell. He was happy with the five hundred<br />
pounds he had got, they had said only two to start with, so he felt<br />
triumphant and very clever with his feat of negotiating. The details<br />
were passed along with a picture message of the girl and this<br />
would seal the deal.<br />
He would be paid next time he went for a baggie, which would<br />
be in the morning he guessed. He would keep an eye on the pretty<br />
black girl for now, just ensuring the safety of his new income<br />
stream. He liked the looks of her and was trying to talk himself<br />
out of paying her a visit, before whoever was looking for her got<br />
their hands on her, and she disappeared out of his life.<br />
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Chapter TwentyTwo<br />
Tom had been in terrible condition when Ricky had rocked up<br />
at the ambulance entrance to St Thomas’s Hospital. There had<br />
been a few protesting voices from waiting patients as he bypassed<br />
the triage system and ran him into the curtained off area where he<br />
knew help would be. They took one look at Tom’s bloody face and<br />
limp broken body and rushed into action. This had been two days<br />
ago, and he was only just able to realise where he was and what<br />
had happened to him. His last memory was of the big Russian<br />
tying him to the chair, the darkness and the smell of damp and stale<br />
hops. Ricky tried to fill in the gaps but he didn’t have much to add,<br />
he had only been aware of the situation when the phone rang and it<br />
wasn’t Tom on the other end.<br />
Ricky had told the doctors he had been attacked and he found<br />
him in this condition. He didn’t want any police involvement if it<br />
could be helped, after all he had killed a man, as far as he knew.<br />
This didn’t bother him in the way he imagined it would. He read<br />
stuff about soldiers having serious problems once they took a life<br />
and people who had done so accidentally really struggling with it.<br />
He on the other hand, was glad he’d done it. He assumed that<br />
Mikhail had been one of Tom’s attackers and rough justice was the<br />
way ahead as far as Ricky was concerned. He was going to talk to<br />
Tom about it, he assumed he had killed men before, he must have,<br />
right? He was SAS after all.<br />
The cancer had made little difference to the treatment he was<br />
receiving at the moment. He had suffered quite a bad concussion<br />
due to constant blows to the head, his left thigh was fractured and<br />
his shinbone on the same leg was broken clean through. He had a<br />
few broken ribs that made things a bit worse on the overall health<br />
front, and he was very weak. His breathing was supported as he<br />
was struggling to fill his lungs, partly due to the ribs and partly<br />
because of the tumour. He was back in a hospital bed, linked to a<br />
drip and some different versions of the machines Jules had been<br />
wired to. Ricky flitted about all the time checking that Tom was<br />
comfortable, then disappearing to make sure Benedict was being<br />
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looked after. He had paid a mate to look after things although Ben<br />
was desperate to go and see Tom, Ricky was aware there wasn’t<br />
any point until he woke up and could understand what was going<br />
on. It was about mid-day when Tom became aware of the nurse<br />
changing his fluids drip. The actual change over wasn’t painful, the<br />
cannula was already installed into the back of his hand. It was<br />
when she jogged his arm and this in turn aggravated his ribs, that<br />
he awakened with a wince and he swore out loud. The nurse<br />
jumped, blushed in embarrassment, then went to get a doctor to see<br />
him.<br />
Ricky turned up halfway through the examination to find a<br />
young African gentleman trying to answer Tom’s questions. He<br />
was utterly confused at this point, not knowing where he was or<br />
why, who had put him there, and what had happened to his squad.<br />
Ricky tried to calm him as the young doctor sent for some<br />
sedatives to be administered.<br />
“Tom it’s me, Ricky, you remember me, yeah.”<br />
He didn’t know whether to remind him they were brothers or<br />
not.<br />
“Ben’s mate, you’re staying at my house, remember? We were<br />
working together to find Saffy when you got hurt.”<br />
The doctor left the room to find the nurse.<br />
He leant in closer, “You were tied up in that beer cellar, do<br />
you remember that? The big fella with the tattoos was there, he had<br />
been hurting you, can you remember any of this, mate? Please tell<br />
me you do, Tom?”<br />
He looked at Ricky for a second, confused at first then<br />
recognition hit him.<br />
“Rick, you’re my brother right? I’m not making this up am I?<br />
We went to that club, that’s all I know, there was a girl and she<br />
was naked, then someone hit her and then you came in, at least I<br />
thought it was you. I can’t seem to find it all, there was a big guy,<br />
Yuri, he and the other guy were there and asking me stuff, with<br />
someone else I think but then all I remember was you being there<br />
and that’s it.”<br />
Ricky was chuffed that he’d remembered their relationship.<br />
After all that had happened, it proved it must have meant<br />
something to him if it was the first thing he said.<br />
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“Listen Bruv, we need to keep things quiet on what happened.<br />
I’ll tell you why later, but we can’t be having the Old Bill<br />
involved. They might come to see if you know who attacked you,<br />
but if you play dumb they’ll write it off as a waste of their efforts<br />
and leave us alone, okay? So, say nothing and we’ll talk later,<br />
yeah?”<br />
The nurse came in clearly not happy at being disturbed from<br />
her tea break, the doctor followed and he tried speaking to Tom<br />
again.<br />
After a five-minute discussion about what hurt and where,<br />
Tom was given a sedative and some pain relief. Ricky stayed<br />
throughout and when they left them alone, he made a quick call to<br />
let Benedict know he was back with them, albeit high on whatever<br />
it was they gave him.<br />
The oncologist made a fleeting visit a little later to see if there<br />
was anything, he needed to do, but the injuries were the most<br />
pressing problem and as long as he got the medication in with<br />
everything else they were giving him, he could be left in the care<br />
of the intensive care team for now.<br />
As things settled down, Tom recalled more of the traumatic<br />
events that had led him to this point. The gas canister smashing<br />
into his leg, a punch from Yuri, knowing he’d cracked a rib as the<br />
sound carried into the room, all this was bad, but he had been<br />
trained to take this punishment. They had a whole section devoted<br />
to interrogation and the likes. What haunted him was he couldn’t<br />
remember if he spoke about Saffy. He didn’t think he had, they<br />
seemed to suspect he was on a very specific persons payroll but he<br />
wasn’t sure what went down towards the end. He was aware of the<br />
alarm, if that was what it was, and could remember flashes of<br />
Ricky and the door smashing in, but no more, it frustrated him and<br />
didn’t help in his recovery.<br />
Things had moved on a bit while he was laid up. The phone he<br />
had taken with him called Alf again, this time there was no<br />
pretence of friendliness. They had raged down the line, the death<br />
of Mikhail was going to be avenged, whoever they were, the pair<br />
of them were as good as dead and if necessary he would move<br />
heaven and earth to get to them.<br />
Ricky had baited him a bit. It was a different Russian as far as<br />
he was aware, he told them how they could kiss his ass and how<br />
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the next time they spoke would be on the day that they died. He<br />
revelled in it, even going so far as to insult Mikhail to him. Telling<br />
the Russian how Mikhail cried, as he crushed the life out of him.<br />
Yuri was totally apoplectic by the time he rang off, while<br />
Ricky was elated. He had a new number that would be of use, the<br />
fool hadn’t bothered to use the feature on his phone to hide his<br />
own number. Vitaly had made the same mistake, and he was<br />
keeping them in contacts for when Tom was able to utilise the<br />
information.<br />
After a couple more days, Tom was doing physio on his<br />
damaged leg, trying to get about on a pair of crutches, so he could<br />
be released home. He was taken by ambulance to the Royal<br />
Marsden for his appointment there and this had been a tough one.<br />
The lady he saw was apparently an eminent specialist in the field<br />
of lung cancer, she was very posh and a little haughty he thought,<br />
and not the least bit sympathetic to Tom’s position on his<br />
treatment. She could not understand his refusal to undergo<br />
chemotherapy, it may reduce the size of the tumour and miracles<br />
did happen in the world of medicine.<br />
She thought he should also take the opportunity of having<br />
radiotherapy, which wasn’t anywhere near as intrusive, but he<br />
wouldn’t budge. She was exasperated by his stubbornness and by<br />
the end she was almost shouting to get him to accede to some of<br />
her advice.<br />
The facts were, he would have a very slow and painful death,<br />
unless he used some of the therapies suggested. He would of<br />
course have access to pain relief, which would work to a point, but<br />
as his lungs became congested, his ability to take in oxygen would<br />
diminish and this would cause all sorts of complications, not least<br />
hypoxia. He did his best to explain his own thinking behind his<br />
decision. He didn’t want to come across as ungrateful for the<br />
concern and care offered, but he was a soldier and as such he<br />
wanted to fight this thing alone. It was a load of bollocks but he<br />
figured she might buy this, he couldn’t explain about his<br />
unfinished business, the need to be as alert as possible in order to<br />
make the best use of his talents, for the longest possible time. He<br />
did concede he would think long and hard about treatment and get<br />
back to her.<br />
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He smiled as he remembered making the same deal in<br />
Birmingham. He pondered the series of events in which he<br />
managed to sort out this mess, then he might be able to use the<br />
treatment to get him a few weeks longer with Saffy and Ricky.<br />
They should meet he decided, they were practically family now.<br />
The trip to the Marsden acted as a spur for Tom, he was very<br />
much on a deadline, the pun wasn’t lost on him and he had to get<br />
moving. Firstly, he needed to get rid of the Russians, both of them<br />
preferably, but Vitaly at the very least. To do this, he would need<br />
to lean on Ricky more and more. This worried him for two<br />
reasons, when the whole thing came to an end he would be gone,<br />
completely avoiding any consequences. Ricky on the other hand<br />
would be very much alive and subject to reprisals whether physical<br />
or legal.<br />
Secondly, he was trained in this stuff, revelled in it even, and<br />
Ricky, while clearly a keen amateur, was not. There was real risk<br />
involved and he couldn’t live with himself if he got his brother hurt<br />
or worse. He weighed things up while lying on the bed in the back<br />
of his transport back to St Thomas’s. The spectre of failure was<br />
very real to him and there was not an option that didn’t involve<br />
getting help, and who else could help him?<br />
He knew Mo would do his bit if called upon, but he wasn’t<br />
any use physically. His skill sets was very much information and<br />
the use of it. Ben was blind and no one else in the world was able<br />
or available. He did toy with the idea of getting in touch with some<br />
old mates from the regiment. He knew a couple in London on body<br />
guarding jobs, but this would be spreading things out, and again he<br />
couldn’t guarantee their safety any more than he could Ricky’s, it<br />
would be asking too much he decided.<br />
Finally, he was passed as able by the physio team and he went<br />
back to Ricky’s place. This time, Ricky had arranged the lounge<br />
into a room for Tom. The stairs would be too much and the<br />
bathroom wasn’t as private, but you had to make the best in these<br />
situations, didn’t you?<br />
Amber had helped him bring stuff down, but that was the total<br />
sum of her efforts. She wasn’t interested in what Ricky was up to.<br />
It was a secret he said so she just shrugged and got on with her<br />
own stuff. He was a little frustrated she hadn’t badgered him to<br />
know more, but that was Amber through and through, self-centred.<br />
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Once up the steps to the door Tom managed to get about<br />
easily enough on the crutches. He was just about strong enough to<br />
carry his own weight, which was declining by the day and despite<br />
the ribs and the fact he got tired quickly he was happy enough<br />
going from the main TV room to the lounge and the bathroom. He<br />
didn’t have to worry about the kitchen as Ricky catered for his<br />
every need in that department.<br />
They had just finished watching one of Ricky’s favourite<br />
films, an all action affair with Bruce Willis in hero mode, and Tom<br />
decided it was time for a chat about what was going to happen. He<br />
had been working up to this throughout the movie, even managing<br />
to blot out Ricky’s constant refrains of “ This bits good” or “ I love<br />
this, watch this bit.”<br />
By the end, he had managed to get the gist of events enough to<br />
pass any pop quiz his younger brother might throw his way.<br />
“Mate, we need to talk. I don’t really know how we are going<br />
to go about things and we need to be sure you know what’s likely<br />
to happen. Hopefully, it’ll be happening very soon.” Ricky hit<br />
mute on the remote control, there was just a news story about the<br />
girl found in the Thames. Police had started to think it could be a<br />
serial killing but wouldn’t release any more information yet.<br />
Tom looked to see if he was nervous or unsure, but the really<br />
obvious thing was he looked excited.<br />
“Listen Bruv,” he liked to say this, and had been using it since<br />
the hospital, “I will do whatever it takes, okay? Whatever you need<br />
of me, just ask? In fact you don’t even have to ask, just tell me and<br />
I’ll do it.” his willingness to please was nice but worrying in equal<br />
measure.<br />
“Okay, Rick, but just know this isn’t a game. There may be<br />
more deaths, hopefully more Russians and not ours, but we have to<br />
be prepared to do the hard stuff.”<br />
Ricky was getting more excited as he went on, worrying Tom<br />
even more.<br />
“We do it even if we think it’s wrong at the time. There is a<br />
long game here and that’s Saffy being safe and well, and able to<br />
come back to us. Well more importantly, her mum, you do get<br />
that?”<br />
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He was nodding like a kid being told the rules of a play park,<br />
they pretended to have heard, but all they really had in mind was<br />
going the wrong way up the huge slide.<br />
“First things first mate. We need to make sure they can’t trace<br />
anything back to you. I’m expendable in this, I’m a goner<br />
regardless, but you’ve got to continue after this, to look after Ben<br />
and Amber. We can’t have anyone getting to your home or loved<br />
ones, so extra care must be taken to cover our paths, for instance<br />
that mobile number they have for you, where’s it registered to?”<br />
Ricky grinned, he was already thinking ahead of the game.<br />
“It’s not registered to anyone, I buy them online from Hong<br />
Kong with a set amount of credit, once they’re used up, you dump<br />
them. It’s not my regular contract phone, I’ve got the iPhone<br />
remember?”<br />
This made Tom smile, as he usually did whenever Ricky<br />
showed he was a whole lot smarter than he let on.<br />
“Well, we might need another couple of those if you’ve got<br />
them, I’ll need those numbers you snagged off of the Russians.<br />
Hopefully, they’re not as smart as you, otherwise they’re so<br />
arrogant they don’t worry about little things like mobile security.”<br />
This had crossed Tom’s mind before, they were very lax in his<br />
opinion.<br />
“Which wouldn’t surprise me one bit, I have a mate who can<br />
find out some very interesting things with just your mobile<br />
number, I’ll introduce you when we meet up. Now, on to other<br />
business. Can you really get hold of a gun? I mean a proper one<br />
not some sawed off shotgun.”<br />
In answer, Ricky climbed off the sofa and went to the shelves<br />
at the back of the room. They were slung up in the recess by the<br />
fireplace, high up there was a wooden box, which he pulled down<br />
and took over to the coffee table. Tom suspected he was going to<br />
pull out a flintlock or some old fashioned six-shooter from an<br />
antique fair, he was wrong, very wrong indeed.<br />
“These babies are as clean as a whistle, and I’ve got enough<br />
ammo to take on a small council estate, which is kind of why I’ve<br />
got them really.”<br />
He was pleased as punch by Tom expressions, curious but not<br />
mocking or doubting in anyway. The box opened to reveal a<br />
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yellow dusting cloth typical of almost every housewives-cleaning<br />
kit. He pulled the top edge back to reveal two automatic pistols.<br />
“These are Glock 19s, I’ve got a spare mag for each as well,<br />
will they do you reckon?” He was being facetious of course, but<br />
Tom whistled with admiration, he was more than familiar with the<br />
Glock, in all their guises and had used them over the years on<br />
many operations.<br />
“Fuck me Ricky, you don’t do things by halves do you?<br />
Where the hell do you get military grade kit, in the arse end of<br />
South London?”<br />
“That’s a secret Bruv, which I might tell you some time.”<br />
Tom had used the exact phrase many times over the last week<br />
or so, whenever Ricky asked anything he couldn’t or wouldn’t tell<br />
him, now he was the one left hanging.<br />
“Seriously though mate, these are pretty serious fire power<br />
and we might find ourselves having to take another life, are you<br />
prepared for this, the possibility of jail time and all that?” He was<br />
nodding as he picked up the topmost gun and waved it in the<br />
lamplight.<br />
“More than ready to mate, after what these bastards have done<br />
to you and this poor Saffy girl, I out and out want to take their<br />
lives, I mean it Tom I really do.”<br />
With this said, Tom went into details of how he intended to<br />
proceed, first things first was to get the numbers to Mo, which he<br />
did via a text. This meant no danger of being overheard or wire<br />
tapped and it was instantly deleteable if need be. This done, he<br />
took Ricky to the workshop where the plastic water containers he<br />
had acquired were, the bottles themselves were useless, but they all<br />
sat in an aluminium tin shaped around them. These were the reason<br />
for buying them. They unpacked them and took out the other<br />
materials; they worked on into the night, all the while discussing<br />
their next move.<br />
Tom was awakened the next morning by a text coming<br />
through on the phone he had used to text Mo.<br />
It said simply, “Job done, same time same place.”<br />
He looked at the clock on the phones main screen; it was ten<br />
to eight. He must have been in the office when he received the text<br />
to have information this quickly. Whatever, he had about forty-five<br />
minutes to get ready, negotiate the steps down and get to the coffee<br />
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shop. He picked up the other mobile he had left over from his time<br />
upstairs, and hit the redial button. Ricky answered after a minute of<br />
ringing, clearly dazed and confused.<br />
“Up you get Rick? We’re going to meet my mate I told you<br />
about this morning, chop chop.”<br />
With this done, he pulled the crutches over towards him and<br />
went to the bathroom. He wasn’t shaving these days but he still<br />
had a routine to follow, shower, toothbrush and if he was lucky, a<br />
nice long shit. He had been regular as clockwork before, but not<br />
now, constipation was a side effect of the painkillers. Everything<br />
he did these days hurt like hell, the act of brushing his teeth<br />
involved way too much movement and his ribs gave him the good<br />
news every time he thrust the brush across his mouth.<br />
As he finished dressing, Ricky came out of the kitchen with a<br />
cup of tea for him. They exchanged a good morning nod as he<br />
slurped the hot drink and Ricky rammed toast into his mouth while<br />
trying to put a shirt on. All the preliminaries done, they went to the<br />
car, this took a good five minutes as helping Tom down the<br />
entrance steps wasn’t an easy task. The car was brought from<br />
around the corner and they were at Waterloo five minutes later.<br />
They stuck the car in the waiting bays, this wasn’t likely to be a<br />
long chat and if needed Ricky could always go and keep an eye on<br />
it. The worst that could happen was a penalty notice and fifty quid<br />
was nothing compared to the stakes they were dealing with now.<br />
They sat themselves at the same table he had used before.<br />
Ricky went and got the coffees while Tom kept an eye out for Mo.<br />
The short walk into the station had taken a lot of his energy and he<br />
was glad to be sitting down for a while. Mo went past the window<br />
twice before he finally came in, did a double take when he saw<br />
Ricky sitting there, but sat straight down, not bothering to buy a<br />
drink.<br />
“This is my little brother Ricky, Ricky this is a good friend,<br />
Morris.”<br />
He blanched at the use of his proper name but smiled and<br />
offered his hand.<br />
“Nice to meet you, mate. Tom you look like absolute shit,<br />
mate. Have you been street fighting again?”<br />
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He looked at Ricky then back to Tom, he was checking things<br />
were on the level and he was not under duress or anything, Tom<br />
nodded at his brother and this was accepted.<br />
“I don’t have long and I’m assuming that by being here Ricky,<br />
that you know what we’re about?” He waited for any objections<br />
then continued, “I have found this stuff out very easily to be<br />
honest, there’s a list of recent calls and their billing addresses. I<br />
think Dudayev’s is actually his home address believe it or not? The<br />
other one is a business account for a leisure business address on<br />
Whitfield Street W1, which is their Bar Ruskie I think. Couldn’t<br />
get locations for them, but I have set a flag up on them, so if they<br />
make a call we can get an approximate location. There’s details in<br />
there of how to access this.”<br />
He handed over another brown envelope.<br />
“I’m trusting you big time here Tom, not to let on where you<br />
gained access to this information. The phone bills would have been<br />
easily found out by a half decent hacker, but the locating stuff is<br />
pretty difficult to come by.”<br />
He stood up and shook hands with them, then left looking<br />
around as he went. Tom admired his professionalism, he was<br />
technically on safe ground, but he was always on guard. If<br />
everyone worked as hard as Mo, leaks would never happen.<br />
Tom was feeling pretty pleased with himself as he made his<br />
way back to the car, apart from the agony using crutches with<br />
broken ribs entailed.<br />
There was a member of station staff tutting and looking at her<br />
watch, but no ticket. Ricky gave her a big grin as he apologised,<br />
using Tom’s disability as an excuse for the time taken. Suitably<br />
charmed, she smiled and they drove off into London’s rush hour<br />
traffic.<br />
Having anyone’s home address was like gold dust. They were<br />
extremely stupid if they hadn’t even bothered to take the most<br />
basic of security measures to prevent this kind of thing, but they<br />
had also taken a hostage and tortured them on their own premises.<br />
These guys didn’t have a clue about the powers of forensic<br />
policing these days. If he had been found in a river and anyone,<br />
this imaginary Alf for instance, could tie him to their bar, they<br />
would have been caught like fish in a barrel. They were either so<br />
confident they were beyond reproach, or they were just plain<br />
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idiots. It didn’t pay to assume the latter, so he had to plump for the<br />
former. He had to put any concerns about where they stood in<br />
terms of culpability to one side, if they were dead, he would have<br />
no reason to worry about any special relationships that they may<br />
have courted.<br />
Ricky took him back to the house where they went over the<br />
papers Mo had left them. Ricky fired up his PC and went to work<br />
on a few bits and pieces he thought might be useful. Tom was well<br />
aware by now how useful he could be when he turned his hand to<br />
it.<br />
Tom tried to picture the clubs as he remembered them, which<br />
considering how he ended up may not be one hundred percent<br />
accurate. Would he be able to get into them again unhindered?<br />
Which of the two was the best for his needs? And how could he get<br />
them both there at the same time while still being able to control<br />
the situation to his advantage? This was going to take a hell of a lot<br />
of planning and as with all plans no small amount of good fortune.<br />
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Chapter TwentyThree<br />
The loss of Mikhail was not a bother to Vitaly. He had been<br />
the only one of his men he couldn’t be sure about, not that he had<br />
the complete trust of all of them, at least three others were likely to<br />
side with Yuri if it came down to it. He knew who they were and<br />
would keep them away until he could sort things out. One way or<br />
another he had to assert his authority and ensure there was no<br />
doubt about who was running things and where their ‘Bread was<br />
buttered’, as the English said. He still had a nagging doubt about<br />
the man who had escaped. He no longer believed it was Toby<br />
Green. They had been naïve in their assumption he was carrying<br />
genuine documents, but he had been there for something and not<br />
knowing what plagued him. The search for Saffy had slowed down<br />
as they waited for Petr, the Kosovo computer expert who did<br />
things for them now and then, to hack into social services. There<br />
was a backup plan in the pipeline. They knew who had the<br />
cleaning contract for their floor and would send in their own<br />
“cleaner” with the regular team. This would be risky and maybe<br />
like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it had to be done. One<br />
way or another, they would find her and bring her back kicking<br />
and screaming. No quiet anonymous death for her. She would be<br />
punished in the full glare of the other girls, the punishment would<br />
be slow and tortuous, until every girl there knew the cost of<br />
defiance, then she would be killed. Thinking about her dead didn’t<br />
have the same effect he usually got from this sort of thing, it<br />
wasn’t new to him, this way of meting out punishments. It usually<br />
gave him a thrill when he imagined the act, this was part of the<br />
pleasure, the anticipation of something so cruel would be like an<br />
arousal to him, but in this case, nothing.<br />
Yuri had been affected by the loss of his man, they weren’t<br />
especially close as far as he knew, so why was it concerning him,<br />
what could have been the bond between them if not treachery? He<br />
could not imagine any scenario where they would be involved in<br />
anything together that would bind them together so strongly. He<br />
had set aside his fears, but the stranger spying on them and the fear<br />
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of reprisal from Wainright, had made him take to the drugs again<br />
and this always had the effect of increasing his Paranoia.<br />
As Yuri spent his time trying to find out who had been so<br />
interested in them, Vitaly made plans of his own. He would make<br />
sure he was firmly in charge of everything very soon and he had<br />
started the ball rolling with Amsterdam. They would be sending a<br />
few extra guys over as soon as they could get their fake papers<br />
lined up.<br />
Yuri called him with a situation report, they were concerned<br />
by the man’s ability to withstand the abuse without talking and this<br />
set them thinking about Saffy. She had told them about her dad and<br />
his best mate being soldiers. She never mentioned anything<br />
specific, but if they had military training they may have been<br />
trained to handle this stuff, but why would they be bothering to<br />
play games with them? Surely they would have made a full frontal<br />
assault. Furious fathers didn’t usually spend time planning, did<br />
they?<br />
Anyway, this man was no soldier, by the looks of him, he was<br />
big, yes, but not impressive or bulky, also he was very pale and<br />
pasty looking, the Army was all off in the desert these days,<br />
weren’t they? He didn’t seem fit at all, he was too thin, no meat on<br />
his bones, he couldn’t be a soldier in that shit state surely? The<br />
idea it could all be related to Saffy intrigued him, but it sounded<br />
too far-fetched to be real. One thing he knew that Saffy didn’t was<br />
that her father was dead, this bit of information had cropped up in<br />
Yuri’s first call to her mum. She had started the conversation with<br />
something like, “If this is about Jules, he’ dead so fuck off”, or<br />
words to that effect.<br />
He knew Saffy wouldn’t have been able to find out about it<br />
without contacting her mum, she had made it clear she wasn’t in<br />
touch with anyone from back home, it was because of her shame at<br />
her lifestyle she said. The same went for Tom, she couldn’t face<br />
his judgement on what she’d become, she would never have got in<br />
touch with him, if she even knew how to. Vitaly had dumped her<br />
old mobile as soon as she came to live at his place, she was wasted<br />
at the time and when she asked about it he feigned ignorance, she<br />
had sobbed for ages, all her numbers were on there<br />
All things considered, this was going to be a landmark week<br />
for Vitaly. He was hoping to have details of the whereabouts of<br />
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Saffron, Yuri would be brought to book and his own brand of<br />
enforcer was due to arrive soon. Yes, there were some outstanding<br />
problems but he had always managed to come out on top before,<br />
and with good luck and careful planning, he would do so again. He<br />
was relaxed and thought about having some Heaven to aid the<br />
feeling, but he needed to keep his wits about him for now.<br />
The three guys who were suspicious were still in London. That<br />
would change tomorrow with a fake mission to Leeds, he would<br />
send them to find what they could at Ellen's, she hadn’t been back<br />
to the house according to his sources, since the other two Yuri<br />
wannabes had disappeared. Hadn’t Mikhail been the third wheel in<br />
that particular fuck up? He had originally thought them arrested,<br />
but thinking about it now they may have gone to ground as part of<br />
Yuri’s plans. The other option was they had been taken out there<br />
and then, but by whom? Even if this Tom guy was there, he<br />
couldn’t have handled two of his men, they were both ex-military<br />
and he had seen them working out , they were like solid rocks, the<br />
pair of them would have been a match for four men let alone one<br />
and a house wife.<br />
He wrote this off as a silly idea but it bugged him as to what<br />
might have gone down. With this in mind, he thought it time for a<br />
little investigation of his own. Yuri was supposedly on the case,<br />
but he now realised he wouldn’t have been willing to give up the<br />
truth if it didn’t favour his cause right now, this was all so very<br />
confusing and he needed to be on the ball from now on. At least<br />
until he had a clearer picture.<br />
First things first were to look into the Leeds situation. He got<br />
out the Rolodex from the desk drawer, it was coded but easily<br />
worked out, you dialled the number and pressed a certain button a<br />
couple of times and the correct one rang.<br />
His conversation with his good friend Max in Leeds had been<br />
interesting, and he was furious he had had to find this out himself,<br />
when it wasn’t even difficult information to get hold of. Max ran a<br />
number of businesses in the city, as well as Bradford and<br />
surrounding areas, these included prostitution and drugs among<br />
other ventures he spoke very little about. He was already aware of<br />
the events at Ellen’s the week before, he had been visited by a<br />
detective wondering if he recognised the tattoos on two dead<br />
bodies as they were likely Russians. They clearly thought he knew<br />
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them, but he could honestly state he didn’t, the pictures he was<br />
shown were of dead men and he did indeed recognise the ritual<br />
tattoos as being Russian mob tats, but he kept it to himself. He just<br />
assumed they had been freelancing and had come up short. No one<br />
had been in contact about anyone, so he left it as it was.<br />
The cops that he knew well had said a super soldier had taken<br />
them out, it was the talk of the station gossips for days that an<br />
actual SAS soldier had been in custody for a day. He was<br />
remanded to comeback, but there was something going on and he<br />
wasn’t expected to turn up. This worried Vitaly more than he<br />
expected.<br />
He did wonder why a man of 38 was still a serving soldier, on<br />
active duty and only a sergeant, this could explain why she was<br />
always so confident he would be able to punish him for his<br />
treatment of her, he was elite Special Forces and this made him a<br />
big deal to the Russians, who looked at the SAS as the best of the<br />
best. They were the templates of every worthwhile Special Forces<br />
in the world. Tom must have been the member they had in custody<br />
and he had been released, the timings worked out, he would have<br />
been able to get to London in plenty of time to have been spying<br />
on Vitaly. Maybe he had joined the search for Saffy as well, and he<br />
would have a better chance of finding her than his men, he knew<br />
her likes and dislikes, where her friends had gone to university,<br />
they may be sitting somewhere together right now laughing about<br />
the fool he had been, how easily he had dealt with his men. No this<br />
was unlikely, why would he come to the club as he did? He could<br />
have gone with a firearm and shot his way through his men until he<br />
got to Vitaly. No, he wanted to know what he knew, this was very<br />
useful to know and he wondered how to use this to his best<br />
advantage, one thing for sure, he wouldn’t include Yuri in the loop<br />
on this train of enquiry.<br />
Yuri was looking into where the stranger had been sent from,<br />
without Vitaly’s new insight he was flying blind. He had suggested<br />
the Saffy link, but he also couldn’t figure out why they would<br />
bother spying on them if they were looking for her, it made no<br />
sense. He reasoned that if they had her, it would have been a<br />
straight out revenge attack, and if they didn’t, they surely knew<br />
through Ellen that he and Vitaly didn’t have any idea where she<br />
was either.<br />
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He had made a few calls this morning and was driving over to<br />
Camden to see Petr, he had a few days now and they wanted to<br />
ensure he got the urgency of the situation. He was a good lad, very<br />
clever but he could be easily distracted by his own projects, these<br />
ranged from e-mail scams, to corporate espionage and extortion. It<br />
amazed Yuri how much money could be made with a computer<br />
and a little knowledge these days. He paid Vitaly to protect him<br />
from unscrupulous members of the criminal fraternity that might<br />
put pressure on him to aid them, he was freelance and being a<br />
weak computer nerd left him exposed, without the muscle Yuri and<br />
his crew could offer he would be a sitting duck.<br />
The feelers were out there and he hoped he could get on with<br />
the hacking side of things, while his many agents would uncover<br />
something of use about their mysterious Toby Green. He wanted to<br />
get to the bottom of this as soon as possible because he wanted to<br />
meet this Alf character and take out his vengeance for Mikhail.<br />
The bastard had laughed at him down the phone, insulting a good<br />
man and making him feel helpless in the process, no one made him<br />
feel that way, he would get him back.<br />
Petr’s flat was on a terraced street leading off of the main<br />
shopping area, it was lined with brightly painted windows and<br />
doors, some were in a crappy condition but the majority had joined<br />
the theme and gone to some trouble. Petr’s place was one of the<br />
crappier ones.<br />
He was a small man, skinny and had every hall mark of the<br />
nerd, the silly glasses and bad skin, although he wasn’t<br />
unattractive, his swarthy good looks were well hidden. He hardly<br />
ever went anywhere to meet women anyway, and he could rely on<br />
Yuri to hook him up with a girl if and when he needed to. The flat<br />
was neat and tidy, spotless even.<br />
Petr had something of an OCD and couldn’t function with<br />
anything out of place. He rarely entertained visitors as they always<br />
moved things and he would sit there worrying until they had left,<br />
and he could replace things back to his own ordered state. Yuri<br />
wasn’t there as a visitor and had no intention of touching his stuff,<br />
which was all high-end gear. He bought everything from Ebay or<br />
Amazon, he never physically went out to shop, even his groceries<br />
were delivered twice a week. He had a decent amount of money<br />
and very little in the way of outlay. The rent was paid by the<br />
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council, he was technically disabled, very technically, so he<br />
received the benefits allotted him along with a decent income from<br />
his various scams and the odd commission from the likes of Vitaly.<br />
This particular job was worth a grand to him, but it was probably<br />
worth more. Now that he had been at it for two days, he wished<br />
he’d asked for more. Maybe he would get Yuri to chuck in a girl as<br />
a bonus payment.<br />
“Any joy my friend? Have you got into the system yet?”<br />
No hello or how are you, he thought, Russians were always so<br />
stoic and business like.<br />
“Good morning, Yuri. Nearly, very nearly. I was just about to<br />
crack the last, well hopefully the last, of the protections on the<br />
system, if you wait five minutes we may have some good news<br />
even as you watch.”<br />
This pleased the big man, which was always a good thing for<br />
Petr, he had never found him anything but friendly, but he knew<br />
better than to upset him. He was a giant and made him very<br />
nervous when happy, so angry he would scare him to death.<br />
“You get on with things, I get drink from fridge and come to<br />
join you, yes?”<br />
Petr didn’t like the idea of anyone in his immaculate kitchen,<br />
but he couldn’t say anything and what could he do that was going<br />
to make a mess by visiting the fridge?<br />
The huge flat screen monitor was mostly black at the moment<br />
with a small box of text in the centre of the screen, which seemed<br />
to be randomly displaying letters and numbers. Every now and<br />
then, one turned red and remained where it was, there were eight<br />
digits in total and four were now red. As Yuri walked in, a fifth<br />
had turned and Petr inwardly sighed in relief. Things were going<br />
well and he was sure he would be into the system soon. It always<br />
looked good if your client saw you break the protection as you did<br />
it, so much of what he did was electronic, that there was rarely an<br />
end product you could see, this was a rare case of just this<br />
happening.<br />
The final three took a few more minutes and Yuri took a seat<br />
behind the special ergonomically designed one Petr used. He spent<br />
almost every waking hour at this computer, so had invested a large<br />
amount in a quality seating arrangement. With the code broken,<br />
they had a screen open up with the official crest of the Croydon<br />
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Borough social services department. There was a login box which<br />
filled instantly with asterisks then it jumped straight into a desk<br />
top, they were inside one of the computers on the floor they had to<br />
be on.<br />
Petr worked away through various folders and searches until<br />
he found one under the name of a Fiona O’Brien. There were no<br />
other Fiona’s so this must be the one. Yuri was excited by this<br />
seemingly simple set of actions that could potentially open up the<br />
whole search.<br />
“Look up Saffron DeSavery. She was only just with her,<br />
maybe a few weeks ago, she should be on there.”<br />
Petr looked back over his shoulder at Yuri, annoyed he was<br />
being told what to do. If he weren’t there, he would have been<br />
doing exactly as he asked in the original call. What difference he<br />
thought repeating his instructions was going to achieve, he had no<br />
idea, philistines these Russians he thought, but good payers.<br />
There was indeed a file named Saffron DeSavery, but opening<br />
it revealed very little to them. She was in their care up until ten<br />
days ago and had been transferred to another service, which wasn’t<br />
named. It detailed the fact she had been at the refuge Karl had<br />
found and where she had been in drug counselling. The last bit was<br />
a shock to Yuri, she was three months pregnant and it was the<br />
baby’s father she was on the run from. Pregnant, this changed<br />
things in Yuri’s mind, he could just about bear the deaths of the<br />
girls, it was a commodity thing. They were just things in the<br />
scheme of things, and he had managed a while back to push any<br />
squeamish feelings away, but a child was a whole different thing.<br />
Saffy was a nice girl. He had been a little ashamed of what he’d<br />
done to her, but it was work and that explained it away for him, but<br />
now, she was carrying a baby, he would have to think about what<br />
to do next.<br />
“You want me to try and find where they sent her? It might<br />
take a while longer but I can do cross referencing and stuff, there’s<br />
always a trail in these things you just need to know where to look.”<br />
Yuri nodded, lost in thought for a moment.<br />
“Yes, find her, but don’t tell anyone else where she is if you<br />
find her. Not even Vitaly. You understand? Just me, and tell no<br />
one she is pregnant that is especially important, yes?”<br />
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He pulled out his money clip and rolled five hundred pound in<br />
fifties onto the desk.<br />
“For your silence my friend, we understand each other, yes?”<br />
Petr took the chance to try his luck.<br />
“How about you send me a nice girl tonight? Maybe that<br />
Annya? She was very nice last time.”<br />
Yuri was a little pissed off by this, but he needed him on side,<br />
so he agreed. He said very little as they discussed what would be<br />
the next move and he emphasised the need for secrecy again as he<br />
left.<br />
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Chapter TwentyFour<br />
As expected, Ricky had been true to his word and managed to<br />
find all sorts of things about Vitaly Dudayev from his billing<br />
address. They had the registration of a vehicle he had registered<br />
with the DVLA and who insured it. He wasn’t on any electoral<br />
registers but then that made perfect sense. He also had a Cable TV<br />
contract and subscribed to a Russian language magazine twice<br />
monthly, most interesting, was the fact he was a member of a club.<br />
They assumed it was a gym and bar type set up as it was on<br />
Grafton Way, which wasn’t the sort of place one found nightclubs<br />
and the likes. This could be useless information if it was a typical<br />
man thing of joining a Gym and never going, but it might just be<br />
what they needed to get to him.<br />
He despatched Ricky to have a look at the place, and see if he<br />
could find a spot to watch for a few hours. It was a punt, but he<br />
may be a regular and this would be priceless information to them<br />
right now. With Ricky on stake out, he got on with constructing his<br />
IED, he felt some trepidation about going down this route. Bombs<br />
were a very messy business and there was always a risk of<br />
collateral damage, innocent victims in real terms.<br />
The club would have been an ideal target but he couldn’t be<br />
sure he would be alone when he did it. The girls who worked there<br />
might be training or the cleaner could be working. Bar Ruskie was<br />
definitely out of the question, even with a small directed charge<br />
there was a chance of structural damage and there was an upstairs<br />
flat as well as constant traffic on the street outside. It would have<br />
been callous to attempt anything there, and he may have been<br />
willing to resort to the worst kind of methods, but he wasn’t going<br />
down that road, no matter what.<br />
With the details of the vehicle came the make and model, an<br />
approximation, it just stated the brand name and engine size, but it<br />
allowed Tom to do some research. It was a German SUV,<br />
ostentatious and expensive, although they had records of him<br />
owning the vehicle, there was no reference to him being the driver.<br />
The insurance information seemed to be for an unnamed driver,<br />
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which probably meant he was driven, rather than driving himself.<br />
Was the driver a bodyguard or just one of the henchmen? The<br />
difference was critical.<br />
A bodyguard would be on alert for anything, he would have to<br />
evaluate everything and if he were good at it, they would be very<br />
hard pressed to get to him on the streets.<br />
A henchman would most likely be there for show and have no<br />
idea of risk assessments and such; he hoped it was the latter.<br />
He had hundreds of possible plans going on in his head and<br />
this detracted from the constant pain he was in. The painkillers<br />
were pretty much at the top of the particular tree he was on, the<br />
dose could be increased but he would start to lose some of his<br />
faculties if he did go higher. There was morphine involved and too<br />
much of that stuff would send you away with the fairies. He would<br />
just have to handle it for now, and as long as he didn’t breathe or<br />
move, he was fine.<br />
Ricky rang to let him know it was exactly as they had thought.<br />
It was trying to be a gentlemen’s club, but it was way too new and<br />
down market to get that status. It was members only but he had<br />
taken a brochure and found a café opposite where he could watch<br />
quite easily. The owners were a Turkish couple and didn’t mind<br />
him sitting there as long as he bought stuff.<br />
Tom told him he had done well and he could hear the delight<br />
at the compliment. It was this easy to make his day and Tom was<br />
glad to do it. He called Ben to check if he was okay, then made<br />
some tea and sat down to ponder the next move.<br />
He must have fallen asleep in the armchair, because it was<br />
getting dark outside when he was aware of the phone ringing. It<br />
took a moment to register, it was Alf’s phone, this was going to be<br />
interesting.<br />
“Hello, who’s this?”<br />
He couldn’t start the call off any other way, he wanted to<br />
ensure it wasn’t just a wrong number, they were rare these days but<br />
did happen.<br />
“Yes, my friend, I would like to speak to Tom maybe. Maybe<br />
you know him, yes or it is you?”<br />
It was a Russian but not Yuri, there was something different<br />
about this voice, an accent maybe, something indefinable right<br />
there and then.<br />
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“Who wants to know?”<br />
He thought he knew but he was trying to wake up, he needed<br />
time to think and playing ignorant bought time if nothing else.<br />
“I think we both know who I am, don’t we? And I think<br />
maybe this is Tom I speaking to, yes? I hope you feel better after<br />
our little chat the other night? I was surprised you left, but maybe<br />
Mikhail wasn’t as tough as we think, no?”<br />
There was no value in denying who he was so he just carried<br />
on.<br />
“Well, he may have been tough, but there’s tough and then<br />
there’s proper tough, get my meaning, Mr Dudayev?”<br />
“Please call me Vitaly, and I will call you Tom. We have<br />
Saffy in common this makes us friends in Russia. Saffy, you have<br />
her no? Or are you looking also?”<br />
So, he had no idea where she was, good, but how should he<br />
play this.<br />
“She’s fine where she is thanks, Vitaly.”<br />
He emphasised the name, the insulting tone may not translate<br />
well but he wanted it to be there regardless.<br />
“I don’t think that’s true, if you knew where she was you not<br />
come looking for me, maybe you come to kill me? Maybe, but you<br />
not do anything like that, so me think you do not know any more<br />
than I do, am I wrong? Tom”<br />
He too knew how to use a name as an insult, but he had a<br />
point and Tom needed to put him off the truth, as much as he could<br />
without access to the facts.<br />
“Put it this way, mate. We know she’s not with you which by<br />
my reckoning makes her a whole lot safer than she could be, and<br />
she’ll be in touch soon, she knows she can trust me and when she<br />
does, we’ll see about visiting with you again. Not through the front<br />
door next time though.”<br />
Vitaly laughed at this bluster, this man was probably crippled<br />
by their efforts the other night and wasn’t in great shape before<br />
that, what threat could he offer.<br />
“You make me smile, Tom. I think I will worry from now on,<br />
maybe you will give yourself away with your walking stick, yes? I<br />
know you are not with Saffy’s father, he’s dead is he not? Poor girl<br />
will be very upset, if she ever finds out.”<br />
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Tom was getting wound up, and the mention of Jules death<br />
was almost too much. He fought back his vitriol, he wanted to give<br />
Vitaly something to worry about because worried men made<br />
mistakes, they did things they wouldn’t normally do and that<br />
would be an opportunity to act.<br />
“If you know who I am then chances are you know what I do?<br />
And you’ll know what our speciality is, we have taken out men a<br />
lot harder to find than you my friend, and be assured I’m not alone<br />
on this one.”<br />
He was enjoying where this thread was going, he should have<br />
thought of it sooner.<br />
“Jules had many friends and they are mightily pissed off at<br />
you right now. I would sleep with one eye open from now on mate,<br />
and be sure of one thing, when, not if, we find Saffy, she’ll not<br />
have to even consider the chance of meeting you again, because<br />
you’ll be nothing more than a stain on the streets of Soho.”<br />
He pressed the button to end the call and tried to get his<br />
temper back under control, he was aching all over, hungry and in<br />
need of medication.<br />
He was worried he had over stepped the mark with Vitaly. He<br />
may have wound him up even more and made his search for Saffy<br />
higher priority than before. He had no way of knowing what they<br />
had already found out, in Tom’s case it was a blind alley.<br />
They knew where she was most likely living before she went<br />
missing, but nothing else, if she managed to evade the Russians<br />
this long, then maybe she had help but who might have that been<br />
from. His field of expertise was useless in this situation. He was<br />
more about locating probable targets that had been identified and<br />
pinpointed by the more specialised services. Yes, he could follow<br />
up on information, use his skill set to manage operations, covert<br />
observations and such, but this was out of his comfort zone by a<br />
country mile, and the frustration was eating him up inside. He<br />
should be happily sitting in some hospice high on whatever it was<br />
they wanted to give him, maybe getting the odd visit from an old<br />
mate and generally kicking back waiting for the inevitable. Yes, he<br />
would never had found Ricky, and that would have been a shame<br />
but he wouldn’t be sitting here, crippled, unable to breathe without<br />
pain and up to his neck in the kind of trouble that made anything<br />
he did while working seem trivial.<br />
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Ricky called just as he was tucking into a bowl of soup. He<br />
wasn’t up to eating anything more substantial and Ricky’s list of<br />
takeaways didn’t have anything he fancied. He might have had<br />
something later with Ricky but he was hungry for a change, so he<br />
took the opportunity to eat when he could face it. He had to think<br />
for a moment, there were now three separate phones to keep an eye<br />
on. Ellen's one that did ring every now and then, but he just let it<br />
divert, it was most likely friends of hers. The one he had just been<br />
speaking on, Alf’s numbers, and then the one that was now<br />
ringing, his own. Once he looked at the screen, he saw it was<br />
Ricky and pressed the accept call button.<br />
“Hello Bruv, you okay?”<br />
He always started any conversation with this question since<br />
their last trip to the hospital, it was nice, but a waste of valuable<br />
time.<br />
“Yeah, yeah, good mate, anything happening your end? I’ve<br />
had an interesting chat but tell me your news first.”<br />
“Well, I’ve just seen matey turn up, he had some goon with<br />
him but he’s just parked the car in a bay and gone to the place on<br />
the corner for a coffee I think. He’s definitely on his own for now,<br />
could be useful don’t you think?”<br />
This answered one of Toms main questions straight away, no<br />
proper bodyguard would leave the vehicle unattended, just a goon<br />
as Ricky quite rightly said.<br />
“Yeah, that’s good to know, the car, is it one of them big<br />
BMW’s, dark blue?”<br />
“Yeah, that’s the one, the driver had trouble parking it, too<br />
fucking big for these roads anyway, Muppet.”<br />
He laughed, this was just a silly project for him right now, but<br />
it would be getting as serious as cancer very soon, and they both<br />
knew how serious that was.<br />
“Keep eyes on, mate. Did you clock what time he went in?<br />
It’ll help if we can find a pattern, so keep a check on what happens,<br />
is the car nearby? Could you follow him when he leaves or would<br />
it be too risky do you reckon?”<br />
It would be good if he could but no great shame if it wasn’t<br />
possible. Ricky probably wouldn’t have the skills to tail them<br />
anyway but it was worth a go.<br />
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“Not really, mate. I’m in the NCP round the corner, it would<br />
take five minutes to get back here and he could leave anytime I<br />
guess, I’ve got an idea about establishing a pattern, I’ll let you<br />
know how I got on, what’s your news then?”<br />
Tom went on to explain his chat with Vitaly, he included<br />
nearly everything except the Jules stuff, it still hurt and he didn’t<br />
see the value in airing it again. They ended the call with an<br />
agreement that Ricky would be super careful. It was then Tom<br />
discovered he had taken one of the Glock’s with him, the fool was<br />
risking a serious prison sentence if he got caught and for nothing,<br />
there was no chance of anything going down on this little jaunt. He<br />
was angry with him but held it back, he was doing all this for him<br />
and he didn’t have the heart to chastise him, everyone else seemed<br />
to treat him like an overgrown kid, he didn’t want be one of them.<br />
It was gone eight when Ricky came home. He rushed to the<br />
toilet as soon as he shut the door and then headed into the kitchen<br />
to put the kettle on. Tom was in front of the PC using the<br />
information Mo had given them to locate where both men had been<br />
using their mobiles. Vitaly’s had been in and around his home<br />
address, he lived, worked and used the gym within a mile of each<br />
other, so there was nothing to be gained from this at the moment.<br />
Yuri though, had been moving about quite a bit. He was in<br />
Camden for a while, two calls made there, then back to most likely<br />
the club, then across the river to Croydon, this was odd, because<br />
there wasn’t anything listed in their suspected operations in the<br />
area. He had made half a dozen calls while there. About two hours<br />
from the first to the last so he had been a while, maybe it was<br />
worth looking into, if they had time, which in all honesty they<br />
didn’t. Ricky was looking pleased with himself as he brought in<br />
two steaming mugs of tea, Tom took the one offered and waited<br />
for him to take a seat before asking the obvious.<br />
“Okay, mate, I’ll bite, what’s got you looking so happy?<br />
Amber been nice to you for a change?”<br />
This tickled him.<br />
“Nothing as unlikely mate. I managed to find out exactly when<br />
our new friend uses the club, times and days, basically he’s there<br />
most days about six thirty, give or take ten minutes.”<br />
“How on earth did you find that out? You didn’t go doing<br />
anything stupid did you? We spoke about this didn’t we Rick?”<br />
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His smile was growing; he was clearly very impressed with<br />
himself.<br />
“I just went back in after he left and got chatting to the girl at<br />
the desk, she had given me the brochure before. I gave her a bit of<br />
flannel and asked if there was any discount for group’s<br />
membership, told her I had a load of mates at work that all wanted<br />
to join. As I thought she went back into the office to find out, and<br />
while she was gone I went through the signing in book on the<br />
counter. It’s only six weeks old, but he’s there on almost every<br />
page, like I said around six thirty for about an hour every time. She<br />
gave me some bumf and I smiled at her, gave her a wink and all<br />
that, then just left, no one any the wiser.”<br />
Tom was a little impressed with his ingenuity; he had saved<br />
them a few days’ work and made things a little easier to plan.<br />
“Well done mate, good work I mean it, that’s exactly the sort<br />
of thing we get trained to do all the time, you’re a natural in this<br />
stuff.”<br />
The huge beaming smile was all Tom needed to see, he had hit<br />
just the right note with that one. They chatted for a while then<br />
Ricky true to form rang for some food, he was a good cook but he<br />
didn’t have time with everything going on. While they waited for<br />
the Pizza to be delivered, he rang Benedict, regaling him with his<br />
day of undercover work.<br />
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Chapter TwentyFive<br />
Saffy was getting a bit worried, she seemed to have seen the<br />
same guy a few times now, always near home and she couldn’t<br />
decide if he was just a local guy who she would quite<br />
understandably see about, or if something sinister was going on.<br />
He was a scruffy looking bit of nothing much, but he was there<br />
when she walked through the park and also when she walked back<br />
from the supermarket. Sally had looked out when she saw him pass<br />
the house and she said she recognised him from around town. He<br />
wasn’t anything new, so she assumed he was not a risk to anybody.<br />
Saffy had been feeling a little ill the last couple of days so she<br />
hadn’t really done very much. She had some forms to fill in which<br />
she did and posted them back, her drug counsellor was on annual<br />
leave for a few days so she didn’t have any appointments to keep.<br />
She found she was coping quite well without anything. She<br />
still had mild cravings when she was bored or especially<br />
depressed, but the cramps had gone and nothing terrible was<br />
happening to her. She believed she might be able to deal with this a<br />
lot better than she imagined. In the beginning, she had visions of<br />
her sweating profusely as she screamed for more drugs in a padded<br />
cell, a scene from a film she’d seen once. Today she was feeling a<br />
bit better and wanted to pop out and check her newly opened<br />
account, it had been tricky without any documents but the social<br />
had contingencies for this sort of thing and they made it happen.<br />
She had a card but could only draw money out, which suited her<br />
fine these days, she had struggled even with just a debit card, so<br />
having to actually have the money in your hand to pay for things<br />
simplified her life greatly.<br />
When she strolled out of her front door, she looked around to<br />
see if the guy was about, he wasn’t so she shrugged it off as<br />
Paranoia and went about her day. Unbeknownst to her, he was<br />
there, he had realised he was being too overt and decided to lay<br />
low, keep an eye out from a distance. He also knew she was just<br />
going to the local shops, the high street at the most, so why follow<br />
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her? All he needed to do was ensure she stayed put in the flat until<br />
whoever was coming for her turned up and he was in the gravy.<br />
The money had been handed over as agreed, but he somehow<br />
felt he should keep up his vigil, they certainly hadn’t asked him for<br />
anything else, but he liked to look at her, especially after taking a<br />
hit. He had vivid waking dreams about her. Those lovely long legs<br />
wrapped around him, he shuddered at the thought.<br />
He stayed where he was, behind a bush at the park until she<br />
had turned the corner and gone out of sight. He was cold and<br />
decided to have a little sit down on the bench. He should have been<br />
paying attention because as he sat there day dreaming, Sally came<br />
up and sat down beside him. He knew her from around town, some<br />
of his mates bought from her, a bit of weed and some K every now<br />
and then. She was no angel and he knew she lived downstairs from<br />
Caramel, that’s what he called her because that’s what she<br />
reminded him of, lovely sweet caramel, brown and glossy.<br />
“Hello there, I just thought I’d say hi. Seen you around more<br />
recently and I wondered if you were a neighbour now?”<br />
This seemed a fair enough assumption, he didn’t like being<br />
questioned by anyone but this seemed friendly enough, and he had<br />
been sloppy, she had probably spotted him a few times wandering<br />
back and forth.<br />
“Nah, a mates moved in and I come to see him like, he’s out<br />
now though, so I’m stuck here waiting for him, fucking cold ain't<br />
it?”<br />
“Well if you’re stuck for somewhere to keep warm you can<br />
come into mine for a cuppa, I don’t bite or anything.”<br />
Sally was one of life’s optimists. She believed everybody<br />
deserved to be treated well and in return would treat others better.<br />
She hadn’t encountered the likes of Stewart before, clearly.<br />
“Well if you don’t mind, that’d be great, I don’t drink tea<br />
though, just coffee, you got any?”<br />
He saw this as a dual opportunity, he could get close to<br />
Caramel and may be able to nick some stuff in the process. She<br />
was a dealer, which meant drugs and money readily available.<br />
“Yes, we can stretch to that I’m sure. I’m Sally by the way.”<br />
She held out her hand for him to shake, he had the good grace<br />
to wipe his on his filthy trouser first.<br />
“Stewart, nice to meet you, Sally.”<br />
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She ushered him into the warm living room and offered to take<br />
his jacket, which was a dirty Army surplus coat, the camouflage<br />
was mostly brown these days, he hadn’t washed it in the three<br />
years he’d owned it. She took it, hiding her disgust quite well and<br />
laid it over the radiator cover.<br />
“It’ll warm up nicely for when you go back out of here, so it’s<br />
coffee, any sugar love?”<br />
“Yeah, three please, Sally. So you live here alone do you?”<br />
He was sneakily looking about for anything he might think<br />
was valuable as she turned her back into the kitchen.<br />
“Yeah, always been alone love, what about you, do you have a<br />
family anywhere? Someone who misses you?”<br />
She was a true bleeding heart liberal, and thought he was most<br />
likely homeless, which wasn’t true. He had a bunk at a hostel near<br />
the seafront, but she wanted to show she cared for the less<br />
fortunate.<br />
“Nah, no one. Mum died yonks ago, and I didn’t have a dad as<br />
such, just me. I did have a dog, but she caught something from<br />
dead fish on the beach and she died, Petal her name was, a Staffy.”<br />
He could see her shaking her head in sympathy, there wasn’t<br />
anything on display he could see was worth anything, loads of nic<br />
nacs, but no real value here. He needed to find the money or the<br />
drugs, preferably both. He went across to a bookshelf full of books<br />
on mysticism and new age practices, he knew a few dealers who<br />
kept their gear in books to avoid getting nicked in a raid. He didn’t<br />
know what he was looking for, so just pulled a few random books<br />
out and opened them, no joy.<br />
“Are you into books, Stewart? There’s some good ones there<br />
if you want to lend one.” He was already nervy due to the<br />
comedown from the hit he’d had earlier, so he jumped out of his<br />
skin when she spoke from just behind him.<br />
“Er, yeah, I guess so. Mainly crime stuff, you know serial<br />
killers and that sort of stuff, you got any like that?”<br />
He knew she didn’t but thought it was more natural to carry on<br />
like this.<br />
“I might have an Agatha Christie somewhere, nothing modern<br />
though, I don’t really do fiction, life is creative enough without<br />
needing anything make believe, do you know what I mean<br />
Stewart?”<br />
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He had no idea but shrugged non-committally. They sat on<br />
chairs facing each other and she fussed about for a few seconds<br />
getting comfortable. He liked the coffee and couldn’t believe his<br />
luck when she laid a plate of biscuits on the small coffee table, he<br />
tried to be cool about it but he had stuffed three before she had<br />
even got her first dunked in her tea.<br />
“My neighbours getting me some more cookies, but I had<br />
these left, thought we might as well have a couple now, you tuck<br />
in, love.”<br />
He thought she was taking the piss at first, he had clearly not<br />
waited to be asked, but her tone didn’t give him that impression.<br />
She was just a nice old lady, it wouldn’t deter him from robbing<br />
her if he got the chance though. They sat and chatted about the<br />
weather and Brighton’s changing face. She was concerned by all<br />
the stag and hen does that came into town at the weekend, that it<br />
would put off the families that had traditionally come here for the<br />
day.<br />
He didn’t have much to say, he liked it here, he didn’t say<br />
why, but it was the easy access to drugs and reasonably easy-going<br />
police force. He needed to have a look for what he was interested<br />
in, so took the chance of a toilet break, it was off of the small hall<br />
area, which also put it next to the bedroom. There was a second<br />
door, which he assumed was a spare room, he had a good look in<br />
the medicine cabinet where he found some codeine based<br />
painkillers, not great but someone would pay for them. He<br />
pocketed them and sneaked into the bedroom to have a good look<br />
for his prize. The dressing table was covered in cheap costume<br />
jewellery as well as more nic nacs, he put some of the bigger stuff<br />
in his trouser pocket and opened the drawers in the hope he would<br />
find her stash.<br />
As much as Sally was a bit soppy, she was no fool, and he had<br />
been a little too long for her liking. She got up from her sofa and<br />
went through to the hall. Sure enough, the toilet door was wide<br />
open, the room was empty, the bedroom door was ajar as usual, but<br />
the other door was also open, which was a big no no in this house.<br />
As she looked to see if he was in her bedroom, he came out of the<br />
spare room with a bag in his hands, it was her supply of Ketamine,<br />
worth a good few quid out on the streets.<br />
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He was alarmed to see her standing there and panicked as she<br />
let out a yell for help. He knew the house was empty but this was a<br />
nice neighbourhood and the chance someone would hear her and<br />
come in to her rescue was a distinct possibility. He acted quickly to<br />
shut her up, he punched her square in the face with all his might.<br />
She went down heavily hitting her head on the telephone table as<br />
she went down. As she landed, he was already leaping over her and<br />
heading out the door into the lobby. He had pretty much screwed<br />
his stalking deal but he had valuable merchandise, and he paid no<br />
heed to the condition of Sally as she slumped where she was,<br />
unconscious, blood pouring from her nose and a wound on the<br />
back of head. He quickly negotiated the two locks on the front<br />
door with one hand full and ran up the short path to the street.<br />
Saffy was just then coming out of the park and noticed him<br />
leaving the house, he saw her coming and ran the other way. In her<br />
panic she ran the last hundred or so feet, dialling 999 as she did.<br />
The chances he was just leaving Sally after a visit were slim to<br />
none and she had a cold feeling in her stomach as she barged the<br />
door aside and looked through Sally’s front door.<br />
Her first thought was she was dead. Blood was pooling on the<br />
floor beneath her, her face was a mess of blood and snot and she<br />
was out cold. She knew a little first aid from a course at uni, but<br />
that was for drowning and broken arms, nothing as serious as this.<br />
She got back on her phone as she felt her neck, praying she would<br />
find a pulse. As she explained the condition to an operator, they<br />
gave her advice on making their chances of saving her increase.<br />
There was a pulse, but she didn’t know if it was a strong one or<br />
not, she had nothing to compare it to, her own was thumping out of<br />
her chest as the adrenaline coursed through her. She laid her on her<br />
side, checking she hadn’t swallowed her tongue in the process.<br />
The police arrived shortly afterwards and got to work trying to<br />
ascertain whether they needed to do anything further before the<br />
ambulance could get to them. They had been local when the call<br />
came in, they had just passed Stewart going the other way, but<br />
couldn’t have stopped him without knowing what had happened.<br />
All they got was a frantic young lady had seen a strange man<br />
leaving her property and there was a vulnerable old lady in the<br />
building.<br />
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She hadn’t regained consciousness when the ambulance took<br />
her away and Saffy was in pieces, as she explained about seeing<br />
this man about the neighbourhood for a few days, she told them<br />
about her situation, they knew the house was a safe house for<br />
battered women, and how she had been worried he was watching<br />
her.<br />
She felt terrible now, realising he was casing the place for an<br />
attack on Sally. She had been so selfish worrying about her own<br />
problems she never even considered he might be after her friend.<br />
As the assault was obviously a serious one, they left an officer to<br />
keep the scene safe and uncontaminated and took Saffy along with<br />
them to the hospital. She was as close to family as Sally had and it<br />
would allow them to interview her once they got a handle on what<br />
had gone down. She was in theatre when they got there, apparently<br />
the blow to back of the head had caused a massive bleed inside the<br />
skull, she was prepped and ready in record time and the specialist<br />
was with her as they spoke, all they could say was she was in the<br />
best possible hands.<br />
The case was handed over to a detective constable who<br />
seemed to be no older than Saffy. What was it they said about<br />
feeling old when the policemen looked so much younger, he was a<br />
nice enough guy, a bit cocky and she could tell he fancied her. This<br />
used to make her feel good but now she worried they were<br />
fantasising about her, as the porn star not the young lady in front of<br />
them.<br />
They went into a room set aside for family members in a grief<br />
situation and he brought her in a cup of tea, and one for himself.<br />
He introduced himself as DC Blain, he didn’t offer a christian<br />
name and she never asked, he addressed her as Sandra, which she<br />
found hard to grasp at the time. Everything was a mess and she<br />
was suffering from guilt as well as shock. They went through the<br />
events of the last few days, her suspicions and what Sally had said<br />
about seeing him around for a while, even before she had moved<br />
upstairs. Due to the fact she had seen him often, her description<br />
was very good, as it turned out he was already in custody but she<br />
wasn’t to know this.<br />
She then described the scene as she left the park, he had come<br />
out of the gate and looked to run toward her. He froze once he saw<br />
her and turned tail and ran the other way. They went through her<br />
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initial actions at the scene and where things were compared to<br />
usual, nothing was out of place in the hall, the phone had been<br />
knocked off of the table, the only thing she could have said was<br />
different was the back bedroom door being open.<br />
This took about half an hour and she agreed to visit the station<br />
as soon as convenient to sign a transcript of their chat. The<br />
situation hadn’t changed when she came out and she waited for six<br />
hours before they told her what had been done. Sally was in a<br />
stable condition but she had been very close to dying when they<br />
operated. The hope was she would recover but there was a real<br />
chance she had sustained brain damage, Saffy wept onto the nurses<br />
shoulder as she held her tightly.<br />
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Chapter TwentySix<br />
Yuri was in a terrible state. He was torn by his need to do as<br />
required by his boss, the rules and codes of this thing he was part<br />
of, this vor v zakone, there were things he was obliged to do, and<br />
he had always stood by these almost dogma like rules, but he<br />
would not kill a child, unborn or otherwise. He could turn it<br />
around, he was not the one who was going to kill the girl, Vitaly<br />
would be and he had killed children in the past. This was bullshit<br />
and he knew it, for all the tattoos and secret meetings in bars and<br />
offices throughout his own world of crime, he had never heard of<br />
someone doing such a thing for no good reason, she was not a risk<br />
to them. Her crime was defiance, which was no crime to his<br />
people, hadn’t they been defiant in the beginning, against the boot<br />
of soviet oppression? He could almost understand the deaths of<br />
children of the politicians or mobsters. This was a weapon of a<br />
very potent nature, he got that, but what message would this<br />
child’s death send? None, he knew it already.<br />
Vitaly talked about the fear it would pass onto the girls at the<br />
clubs and brothels dotted around the country, that you never left,<br />
no matter what you thought was in your future it was decided by<br />
the men who owned you. He thought about Eva, surely that was<br />
enough of a warning, it had the opposite effect on Saffron sure, but<br />
the rest of the girls were shitting themselves right now. Vitaly had<br />
seen to that with his behaviour since her leaving. Valeria’s death<br />
was already one too many in his mind. He thought about the child,<br />
he was sure it would be Vitaly’s, he considered if this would<br />
change things for her, could the fact she bore his child save her?<br />
He knew it would not. Vitaly was as cruel a man as he had ever<br />
met, no, if he knew it would just infuriate him further and result in<br />
a slower more painful death, he was stuck with a choice to make.<br />
They had spoken earlier in the day. He deliberately called after<br />
leaving Petr to ensure the two of them wouldn’t need to talk, he<br />
trusted the boy as far as he could throw him, which in this case was<br />
probably quite far. He gave him the good news, they had hacked<br />
into the system and found out many vital pieces of information,<br />
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they had to run further searches to ascertain where she was now.<br />
They had moved her and this meant more time was needed.<br />
Vitaly was impressed by the results so far, or at least he said<br />
he was, there was something behind the words, an unspoken threat<br />
but who was it aimed at? Petr for taking too long or himself? He<br />
couldn’t shake the feeling things were coming to a head, but he<br />
had no reason to justify it.<br />
He travelled to Croydon to talk to Karl personally, he needed<br />
to know if he knew about the baby. He may have assumed they<br />
knew and didn’t mention it, she was a thin girl, three months<br />
pregnant should be noticeable, shouldn’t it. The drive over gave<br />
him time to think, he made a few calls and decided he would send<br />
their own personal cleaner in just in case there was other<br />
information not inputted to the system yet. This felt like an act of<br />
betrayal to him but he was aware he needed to find her one way or<br />
another before someone else did. He had set the Chinese on the<br />
case now and they invariably turned up results, it would be just his<br />
luck to find her just to be trumped by the triads.<br />
Before he could get anything done, Vitaly would be on his<br />
way there. To be sure, they weren’t anywhere near finding her. He<br />
called Zo to see if he had anything to say on the matter, he hid the<br />
reason for the call beneath a veneer of polite enquiry into the<br />
business they had talked of. He asked if they had come any closer<br />
to the concessions they mentioned before. They had not, and by the<br />
way any news on that girl they mentioned. He had claimed to have<br />
forgotten all about it, but he would get things moving now he had<br />
been reminded, he thanked Yuri for the call and his timely<br />
reminder of the favour he had asked. It had been rude to forget and<br />
he was most ashamedly sorry. It was bollocks he knew that, these<br />
guys lived for business, they never forgot a favour offered or<br />
owed, he just wanted to keep thing close to his chest, and he would<br />
then, on finding the girl, try and negotiate the concessions from a<br />
position of supreme strength.<br />
Karl was in the pub they had met in before, he looked worried<br />
to see Yuri and it took a few minutes to reassure him he was okay<br />
with the powers that be. He hadn’t found the girl but he did get<br />
them the information about the refuge and the social worker hadn’t<br />
he? His Paranoia might work in his favour due to the fact he would<br />
want be as free of any suspicions as possible, right up to the point<br />
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where he might say more than required just to prove it’s truth. Yuri<br />
bought him a drink, they chatted about shared friends, and old<br />
times when Karl had been a crazy drug fuelled party animal. The<br />
talk waffled on about nothing and everything until Yuri brought up<br />
the Saffy situation. Hadn’t it been a crazy few days, spying on the<br />
clinic, they had seen some proper mess’s coming and going. Saffy<br />
stood out to Karl because she was so different, you could see in her<br />
eyes she was an addict but her clothes were nicer than you usually<br />
saw in these places.<br />
Yuri asked what he thought of her, was she pretty? Have a<br />
good figure? Karl was wary of these type of leading questions, but<br />
Yuri didn’t seem to be trying to trick him, why would he? Yuri<br />
told him he’d had a “piece” of her, she was great. This gave Karl<br />
the courage to say yes, he had fancied her right away, he knew she<br />
was out of his league especially now but she had a nice body. If he<br />
was back in the business of supplying girls she would have been a<br />
big earner he was sure of that. He never mentioned anything about<br />
a big tummy or the possibility she was expecting, so Yuri left it<br />
unsaid, no need to hush someone who didn’t know the secret in the<br />
first place.<br />
While in Croydon he got a call from Vitaly, he wanted to send<br />
a couple of the guys up to Leeds to search Ellen's place, something<br />
had to be there, he was adamant. Yuri suggested it needed only one<br />
man to carry out the task and Vitaly got inexplicably angry at this<br />
suggestion. He ranted about the fact they had lost two good men<br />
last time and he wasn’t about to risk anyone else’s life on a chance<br />
it might not happen again. If he thought three men was the right<br />
size team last time what had changed? He couldn’t argue back<br />
because it was a tirade of abuse and recrimination and there wasn’t<br />
anything he could have said to calm him. It was completely out of<br />
context with the situation. If he wanted to send three guys then he<br />
was the boss, he didn’t need to argue about it with anyone. This<br />
call left him a little unnerved but the next one really set him on<br />
edge.<br />
Darius a cousin on his mother’s side rang from Amsterdam to<br />
ask if he could stay with him until he found somewhere of his own,<br />
or the boss told him where he was supposed to be. As Yuri had no<br />
idea that he or the other three guys who were in the process of<br />
getting documents were ever supposed to be coming, he couldn’t<br />
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say anything other than agree it was fine. They were never close,<br />
their mothers didn’t get on but he was family and so there was a<br />
duty expected in these circumstances. He rang through to the club<br />
and spoke to Andrei behind the bar. He was usually on the ball<br />
with all the latest news, he knew nothing and had just had the<br />
others in grumbling about going to Leeds, things were a little weird<br />
back there he said. Yuri was more disturbed than ever, what was<br />
the boss up to? And why was he keeping him out of the loop? As<br />
he had no idea what he could have done to upset him, unless he<br />
had heard from Petr? No he would have gone straight into one in<br />
that situation, it must be something else and he just wasn’t<br />
involved this time.<br />
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Chapter TwentySeven<br />
Tom woke early, he had been struggling to get decent sleep<br />
with the rib injuries, even the powerful painkillers only served to<br />
dull the constant ache. They were designed to relieve the pain<br />
caused by the tumour and this was way above their pay grade. He<br />
had used the time spent lying awake to formulate plan after plan,<br />
he had to act soon, he could feel the urgency but couldn’t explain<br />
where it came from, was it instinct? Or he may be completely<br />
wrong, it could just be his own backward counting clock that was<br />
geeing him on to action. He was toying with the idea of an oldfashioned<br />
motorcycle assassination, they were a staple of mobsters<br />
the world over and if he got away they would assume it was a turf<br />
war of some sort. There were risks though. For starts, he would<br />
need Ricky to ride the bike and getting away was no formality,<br />
there were cameras all over the West End. There was some<br />
mounted on a lamppost outside Ricky’s house keeping an eye out<br />
for terrorists, but just as capable of following a pair of would be<br />
assassins. He would be fine, but he couldn’t put Ricky in this kind<br />
of risky situation.<br />
The IED was still his best course of action but it was messy<br />
and he didn’t have the stomach for the possibility of killing anyone<br />
not involved, otherwise the car left unattended would have been<br />
ideal. He had been a Para in Northern Ireland and had seen the<br />
effect of such bombs, they worked well but did huge amounts of<br />
damage.<br />
The street outside the club was a busy one, a cut through to the<br />
tube station from the offices that filled the area. He had to come up<br />
with a way of targeting Vitaly directly; it was of the utmost<br />
importance they did this within the next couple of days.<br />
He was still running through ideas in his head when Ricky<br />
came down. It was only six thirty and he was surprised to see him.<br />
“I go for a run every day, you’re never usually up, so you miss<br />
me, I thought you knew.”<br />
Tom was surprised yet again, he knew he was a fit young man<br />
but assumed he just burned the calories with his hyperactive life,<br />
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hauling boxes of discs about for Ben, pulling the stall about and<br />
such. He never considered him disciplined enough to have a<br />
regime, up til now, he doubted if he even had a clue what a regime<br />
might be.<br />
“Do me a favour, mate. While you’re running, have a think<br />
about how we can get to Vitaly without accidently killing half of<br />
West London, yeah, and if you can try and do it so we get away<br />
with it as well.”<br />
Ricky just smiled in response, grabbed a bottle of water from<br />
the fridge and he was gone. Tom had been half joking with Ricky<br />
but he had nothing and there was no harm in giving him something<br />
that made him feel more involved, was there? Stranger things had<br />
happened than good ideas coming from unlikely sources, and he<br />
couldn’t shake the feeling Ricky was a hell of a lot brighter than he<br />
let on sometimes.<br />
He finished his cup of tea and polished off the last of the<br />
toast, washed up his breakfast stuff and settled in front of the PC.<br />
He had Mo’s reports in front of him, he couldn’t face re-reading<br />
them, but he needed to get something on him that would allow him<br />
access to Vitaly, an in, what was his Achilles heel?<br />
He was a misogynist that was clear, he liked to hurt people<br />
and he was power hungry, all traits common in the sociopaths who<br />
made the best criminals. He was not unique and this should be<br />
telling him something but he just couldn’t get his thoughts in order.<br />
He was frustrated at this lack of clarity, he was a clear thinker,<br />
which was his strength in combat situations. He was always<br />
thinking of what was the best method to proceed, the faults and<br />
flaws would come to him as they cropped up, he could analyse<br />
things at speed and make informed decisions, but that was then.<br />
Now, he was a muddled cripple with God knew how long left?<br />
Struggling to take on a puffed up moron with the security sense of<br />
a church warden. That word kept coming back to him, security, he<br />
was lax in this field or appeared to be if past experience was<br />
anything to go by. He should be able to use this, to find some way<br />
to have this work for him, but he couldn’t get it, not just yet, he<br />
would in time he told himself, half believing it.<br />
He was looking at a map of the area on the big screen, there<br />
were little flags, more like elongated balloons where the major<br />
sites in this drama were, the Gym, the two clubs, the local police<br />
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station and finally Vitaly’s home address. He lived in a great spot<br />
for a man such as himself, he had easy access to everything. His<br />
work and gym, yes, this was obvious, but he could get a tube<br />
almost anywhere within a half hour and access to mainline stations<br />
which he could use to go anywhere from Bristol all the way to<br />
Belgium and beyond.<br />
He had a luxury flat in a nice building, he enjoyed the best of<br />
everything in terms of amenities.<br />
Tom, thanks to Ricky, had seen the specs, there were a few of<br />
the flats left for sale and he had considered using this to get to him,<br />
but he would be escorted and he doubted the door would just push<br />
open at the first try, no he needed time and patience to crack that<br />
nut. He went through the bills he had been given by Mo, and then<br />
the sheets Ricky had printed, there was his magazine subscription,<br />
they had even got a copy offline to see if there was anything there<br />
to give them a clue. It was a load of Cyrillic gibberish with lots of<br />
attractive Russian ladies, expensive watches and aftershaves<br />
clearly catering to the rich Russian oligarchs, rather than the<br />
peasant class he figured. They had a breakdown of his TV<br />
packages, he assumed it was a Sky subscription but he was wrong,<br />
it was a cable firm, he read the list of channels, he had pretty much<br />
everything, a few Russian language channels, Al Jazeera even, he<br />
spent a lot of money on getting these channels. I bet he would be<br />
well pissed off without them he thought.<br />
Then a seed of an idea crept in, cable was a lot easier to<br />
interfere with than satellite, he also got his phone through the same<br />
company, this could be a way in. He was excited by the prospect of<br />
finding his in. He was willing Ricky to come home, he needed to<br />
bounce this off someone, it could be bollocks, he had to have some<br />
outside perspective. Until then, he went over the various forms of<br />
the plan trying to guess whether his miracle worker of a brother<br />
could get what was needed to pull this off.<br />
They sat together in the front room for hours, Ricky had<br />
arrived back half an hour after Tom’s epiphany, and he didn’t get a<br />
chance to shower or change, he just had time to boil the kettle<br />
before Tom launched into his idea. They went through any<br />
obstacles, possible flaws and likely requirements that would need<br />
to be met. While Tom went through kit required, Ricky got on the<br />
Internet to find out if he could find it, and more importantly when<br />
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he could get it to them. They were on a short time frame and he<br />
wanted to have the gear there and then, which wasn’t practical but<br />
Ricky was moving heaven and earth to do it as quickly as he could.<br />
As always Ricky knew a man who knew another man who<br />
could get them some of the less easily attainable bits and pieces.<br />
Tom was aware that he might be setting alarm bells ringing at MI5,<br />
by asking for some of these things. But hoped Ricky’s sources<br />
were intelligent enough to stay off the radar or at the very least he<br />
would have a few days to get it done before they even realised the<br />
components had been bought by the same person.<br />
After the three hours talking and searching for things, Ricky<br />
left to see his contacts. Tom went through the preliminary stuff,<br />
again looking for possible flaws and overcoming them, he felt<br />
exhilarated by the whole thing, if he hadn’t been playing for such<br />
high stakes he would have enjoyed it, immensely.<br />
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Chapter TwentyEight<br />
Sally was in the intensive care unit and Saffy had to go with<br />
an officer back to her flat to see if they could see what was<br />
missing. She couldn’t see anything obvious, the bedroom had been<br />
rifled through but nothing seemed to be missing. The spare room<br />
was empty except for a small single bed and a bedside cabinet,<br />
there was a door on the cabinet that was open but otherwise there<br />
was nothing to see. Saffy suspected that drugs had been taken but<br />
obviously wouldn’t have said as much, it turned out Stewart had<br />
been carrying a small amount of painkillers and some cheap bits of<br />
tat, his right hand was bruised from the punch he’d thrown but he<br />
denied anything and said he was looking for Caramel.<br />
He wanted to ask her out and when she looked at him he got<br />
sudden onset of shyness and ran for it. He hadn’t even gone inside<br />
so he couldn’t have touched the old lady. They knew it was all<br />
bollocks, they had taken some scrapes off of his hand and checked<br />
for any of Sally’s DNA which luckily there was. It was very lucky<br />
as transfer wasn’t as regular as the TV shows would have you<br />
believe. Saffy had expressed fears he would come back and was<br />
assured he wouldn’t be getting bail anytime soon, as a vagrant he<br />
was considered as no fixed abode and therefore an obvious flight<br />
risk. A room in hostel didn’t constitute a home. With this in mind<br />
she settled in for the night, she would be back at the hospital in the<br />
morning. She had convinced the staff she was a relative and they<br />
promised to phone her if there was anything she should know<br />
about.<br />
The night was spent with constant nightmares about Vitaly<br />
and Yuri coming to get her, the rapes and beating were replayed<br />
over again in her dreams. She would wake screaming, worry she<br />
would have woken Sally then realised she wasn’t there any more,<br />
not for a while at the very least. She was alone in the building and<br />
out there somewhere men wanted to hurt her. She formulated a<br />
plan to get in touch with her dad, you couldn’t just ring directory<br />
enquires and ask for the SAS, scores of school boys would be at it<br />
every day otherwise. She needed to get a message to him that she<br />
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was in trouble, even if he was away on duty one of his mates<br />
would come for her she was sure of it.<br />
Not Tom, he would be with dad but they had a tight bunch of<br />
mates who knew her and would be keen to help, regardless of what<br />
she’d been up to. She went through fantasy scenarios of her dad<br />
answering the phone and just getting it, no tears or recriminations<br />
just getting she was in trouble and coming to get her. It would be a<br />
shame to leave Brighton, she was getting to like it and had become<br />
really close to Sally, but she wasn’t safe, although would she be<br />
safer anywhere else? Maybe she didn’t need to leave, dad just had<br />
to get Vitaly and Yuri, and it would all go away.<br />
The morning came after very little sleep, the crying of the<br />
gulls made getting any further rest unlikely. She was bleary eyed<br />
and to her mind heinous looking, the rings under her eyes weren’t<br />
very attractive for sure but she was far from hideous in anyone<br />
else’s eyes. She thought about Stewart, she had been sure that if<br />
anything, he had been interested in her, it had never occurred to her<br />
he might be casing the place to rob Sally, but why hurt her? She<br />
was no threat to anyone and certainly smart enough not to get<br />
involved in any fighting over easily replaceable stuff like drugs,<br />
and money, it made no sense.<br />
It had been an awkward conversation when asked what<br />
business she was in. She was on benefits as far as she knew, that<br />
was her story but they were curious about the flat. It was privately<br />
rented according to them, which it wasn’t and did she have any<br />
little jobs, the motive seemed to be theft and if, as thought, he had<br />
cased the place he would have had to suspect there was something<br />
worth stealing in the house. He may be a junkie but he must have<br />
been alert enough to do some research, so why risk getting caught<br />
for very little reward. Unless there had been something, they<br />
hadn’t found on him, it had been a good hour before they arrested<br />
him. He could have dumped or sold on the spoils, he might not<br />
necessarily have taken cash for his efforts, junkies would often ask<br />
for credit as payment for all sorts of things. They were probing for<br />
something but she deflected the suggestion there might have been<br />
more to it, he had made a mistake, maybe he expected Saffy to be<br />
in that flat and was after her instead? They tried to reassure her this<br />
was unlikely, although there was some evidence, not that they told<br />
her, that he could be involved in a couple of sexually motivated<br />
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crimes that had been unsolved, DNA linked him and they would be<br />
pursuing this regardless of what the outcome of this case may be.<br />
This chore dealt with, she went to the hospital. It meant a bus<br />
ride but she felt obliged to be there. She had been her closest friend<br />
as far as she knew, although a couple of her clients had knocked<br />
before she left and sent her their good wishes. One of them, an<br />
older gentleman said he’d pop in if he got the chance. Saffy was<br />
surprised later in the day when said gentleman came in wearing the<br />
obligatory scrubs of a doctor. He seemed a little embarrassed that<br />
she was there, after their original meeting, which was clearly a<br />
drug deal kind of thing. She tried to soothe any awkwardness but<br />
he was too caught up in Sally’s condition to worry unduly. He read<br />
her notes and gave Saffy a smile.<br />
“She has been in the hands of the very best available, if<br />
anyone can get her through this it’s him, do give her my best when<br />
she wakes, and she will, I’m sure of it.”<br />
She thanked him for the kind words.<br />
She didn’t wake that day, and the nurses tried to prepare Saffy<br />
for the possibility she might not pull through. Suitably distraught,<br />
she went back to the house, aware of every shadow along the way.<br />
She had a key to Sally’s and searched for her gear, she knew<br />
roughly where it was and she was rewarded with a very potent<br />
smelling bag of weed, behind which was a bag of folded twenty<br />
and fifty pound notes. She removed them and placed them in her<br />
kitchen cupboard, she just wanted to avoid anyone coming across<br />
them if the worst happened. She would use the money to pay for<br />
any service if need be, it was pragmatic but it helped her to think<br />
she was helping in some small way.<br />
It was today that Stewart’s dealer finally passed his<br />
information along to the guy who’d asked him to keep an eye out.<br />
They only met every now and then and he had forgotten he’d even<br />
asked. The picture taken on the mobile showed a pretty good<br />
likeness of what they were looking for and the dealer was a little<br />
pissed off when he tried to fob him off with five hundred quid. He<br />
had been told a grand, they argued for a while, getting quite heated<br />
at times until they managed to haggle the deal up, they settled on<br />
eight hundred but he felt robbed and this would colour their future<br />
dealings. The thing was, he had been asked to get people to look<br />
out for this girl by a friend of a friend. It was seen as a punt and not<br />
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expected to get any results. The money offered was good, he had<br />
been given a grand just for his troubles, and he knew a few other<br />
guys, who were given similar incentives to find the girl in<br />
question. He never imagined for one minute he’d get a result, he<br />
had promised the dealers all five hundred as a finder’s fee, but<br />
when it came time to pay up he tried to screw them for as little as<br />
he could.<br />
Now, he had the info and he would see what he could get for<br />
it. They must be desperate to find her, he didn’t even think about<br />
why she was so important to whoever, but they were willing to<br />
offer a grand up front just to grease the wheels, this could be a real<br />
earner.<br />
He would call his mate as soon as he got home, he never<br />
risked using his phone while driving, a mate got stopped for it<br />
recently and managed to get done for intent to supply with about<br />
sixty rocks of crack in the glove box. No, he would wait and make<br />
the call and hopefully make his day a great one by shopping the<br />
whereabouts of some girl they called Caramel.<br />
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Chapter TwentyNine<br />
There was a small amount of detail that Vitaly had to see to.<br />
He was confident he had the men he needed, and was even sure of<br />
who would be his new second in command once the deed was<br />
done. The offer of a free flat and some potential to earn good<br />
money for a change was enough to buy loyalty in any organisation,<br />
but amongst this particular brotherhood, it was pure gold. The<br />
problem was he wanted to ensure he could have whatever funds<br />
Yuri had snuck away for himself, this wasn’t easy to get to and<br />
needed some thought being put to it. He had spoken to Yuri a<br />
couple of times today, he was no longer concerned about Tom, he<br />
was just a chancer regardless of his training. He was in a terrible<br />
condition, which suggested he wasn’t a serving soldier anymore<br />
and they had put paid to any plans he might have by effectively<br />
crippling him. He was a minor irritation and he was all set to send<br />
him a nice picture of the bloody and beaten Saffy once he had<br />
gotten hold of her. It would be a delicious moment for him to know<br />
the amount of pain it would cause, then if necessary he would send<br />
his new men out to find him and remove the problem entirely, this<br />
could all wait though. They had spoken about the Social worker<br />
and her records, the hacker had been useful and may yet still come<br />
up with more detail, but a physical search was now the best chance<br />
of finding her, so they agreed to send in their own team member<br />
with the cleaning staff this evening.<br />
Vitaly told Yuri he wanted to hear from them directly which<br />
he didn’t seem to like the idea of, but he agreed after a bit of a<br />
disagreement. He was the boss and would be listened to, even if<br />
Yuri thought he was going to be in his chair very soon.<br />
Yuri was getting very uncomfortable with the situation. He<br />
was trying hard to come up with a plan that would see him<br />
complete his task whilst not ever letting Vitaly get his hands on<br />
Saffron. He thought of claiming she had gone overseas, this wasn’t<br />
beyond the realms of possibility but they had contacts everywhere.<br />
He would have been lumbered with setting up searches everywhere<br />
she could have gone, and there was always the chance the Chinese<br />
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would turn her up and make him a liar. If this happened it would<br />
be the last mistake he made, was the life of a baby worth risking<br />
his own?<br />
He set up the bogus cleaner with a fake pass and sat outside as<br />
they went into the building with the rest of the legitimate staff.<br />
There was a brief moment when the security guard, no doubt used<br />
to familiar faces challenged them, the pass seemed to be enough to<br />
appease him and off they went. Yuri had taken their mobile phone<br />
off them so Vitaly couldn’t call them directly, he doubted he would<br />
have the wherewithal to find the number but he wasn’t sure. He<br />
doubted Vitaly would have thought that far ahead, but he gave<br />
them a smart phone in its place. He wanted pictures of any<br />
documents they found, they knew whose files to go to and what the<br />
name of the case was, it wasn’t exactly a James Bond style job, but<br />
a baby’s life hinged on the outcome. He tried not to consider Saffy<br />
in this, it muddied the waters and she was ultimately expendable. If<br />
he could hand over Eva, who he did have some feelings for he<br />
wouldn’t be too troubled letting Saffy suffer. He wouldn’t like it,<br />
but if it had to be done he could manage it, but with a child it was a<br />
whole different dynamic and he was still fighting his own demons<br />
on that subject.<br />
Vitaly had just spoken to his newly loyal men, they had their<br />
orders and none of them seemed to flinch in the face of treachery.<br />
Was this a good thing or not? He surmised it was in this situation,<br />
but he would need to think about what kind of men he had around<br />
him from now on. He could just as easily remove one threat only to<br />
raise another usurper in his place. He was getting rather tired by all<br />
the planning and juggling of different issues all at once. He was<br />
sure Saffy would be in his grasp very soon, he had made contact<br />
with Yuri’s accounting friend and broached the subject that he was<br />
suspicious of where the money was going. He may need to check<br />
Yuri’s financials to check he wasn’t skimming off the top. The guy<br />
was a friend to Yuri but he was in the business of crime and knew<br />
better than to argue with his boss, this would yield the money<br />
when he needed to get to it. All he needed to do now was arrange<br />
for Yuri to meet his men at a convenient location, somewhere they<br />
wouldn’t be seen or heard but not so isolated as to put Yuri on<br />
edge and give him a reason to not turn up. He decided they should<br />
meet in the car park building round the corner from the Pink<br />
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Elephant, it was close enough to be comfortably local but at that<br />
time of night, it would be deserted. He smiled to himself, how<br />
clever he was, no one could match his Machiavellian mind, he<br />
pondered on whether one day he would arrange a coup of his own,<br />
why run just London when the whole of Europe was opening up<br />
before them, his bosses had better watch their own backs.<br />
Yuri was reading a local paper when his spy approached the<br />
car, they were smiling and he guessed they were expecting a bonus<br />
of some sort for getting the goods. He couldn’t read English very<br />
well but he practiced as much as he could, he didn’t understand<br />
what a fete was, but there were a few going on this Easter<br />
apparently.<br />
The would be cleaner tapped on his window lightly, she<br />
didn’t want to alarm him and risk getting shot by mistake, she had<br />
a very dramatic view of her employer on this one. She was a small<br />
stocky woman, who probably was a cleaner for someone else he<br />
thought, she looked Romanian but could have been from any of the<br />
many countries in that part of Eurasia. “I get what you want mister,<br />
lots of photos and no one see me, they never know I was there I<br />
promise.”<br />
He took the mobile phone he had supplied off of her and<br />
reached into his jacket pocket for his wallet, she would have been<br />
given a better than average days’ pay by whoever they had got her<br />
from. He forgot the detail of who it was in amongst all the other<br />
things going on but he knew a tip was expected and he wasn’t in<br />
the mood to be stingy, he pulled two fifties out and handed them to<br />
her.<br />
“You tell no one what you read, okay, not your boss or<br />
anyone, it’s between us, or I will come and find you okay?”<br />
Her eyes widened at the threat but the lure of the money was<br />
strong and she nodded keenly as she snatched them away.<br />
“No problem boss, I not read very good anyway, just the name<br />
and then I photo every page for you, I know nothing to tell<br />
anyway.”<br />
She walked away quickly and he considered his luck, she was<br />
most probably telling the truth, not many immigrants bothered to<br />
learn to read and write anymore. He scrolled through the photos, a<br />
lot of the papers were just printed versions of what he’d read on<br />
the computer screen at Petr’s, but there were some hand written<br />
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ones, he would need a bigger screen to see them properly. He<br />
looked at his watch, it was already seven, he would need to go to<br />
see Petr again before going back to the club for the night shift. He<br />
was working many hours recently, he might as well have been in<br />
proper employment for all the work he seemed to have to do, he<br />
laughed, not with his tastes he wouldn’t.<br />
Vitaly was back at his flat, getting ready for his trip to the<br />
gym. He liked the hour he spent in the club. There were no women,<br />
except the sexy receptionist, who he had often toyed with the idea<br />
of corrupting, but he thought better of it. She was well liked by all<br />
the clients and he wanted to keep this place as a haven away from<br />
the stresses of the business. He would work out for half an hour,<br />
have a steam room session and then get ready for the night. There<br />
was music playing as he sorted out everything he needed for the<br />
evening, if things went well he would be in a very different<br />
position tomorrow, all he needed was to get Saffy back and he was<br />
in clover.<br />
He had seen the front page of the evening paper as he passed<br />
one of the vendors on the street corner, it mentioned the girl<br />
washed up at the London Eye again, his arrogance didn’t allow<br />
him to be concerned about it, he revelled in the mystery he had set<br />
for the police. Eva was a nothing in life, but now she was a star,<br />
and all thanks to him.<br />
He decided to switch the TV on to see what the local news<br />
channels were saying about it. He pressed the standby button on<br />
the box which usually turned the TV and cable system on<br />
simultaneously, but the TV came on with a blue box in the middle<br />
of the screen stating there was a signal loss. He swore aloud in<br />
three different languages and went to look for his booklet, he knew<br />
there was a number for this sort of thing. He had it happen before<br />
at the very start of his contract. It was in a drawer in the kitchen<br />
and he thumbed through it until he got to the contact section,<br />
picking out the right one, he too struggled with reading English<br />
and he took a moment to decide which was the fault reporting<br />
hotline.<br />
He dialled the number, a three digit one for customer<br />
convenience and went straight through to a young girl with a<br />
London accent. Last time they had been Indian but that may have<br />
been just bad luck. He explained the blue box and answered a few<br />
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questions, she was very professional asking everything he would<br />
have expected. She would have an engineer out tomorrow, as it<br />
was late, would he be about at 11 am? He said he wouldn’t, but he<br />
had a concierge who could let them in if that was okay, she said it<br />
was and rang off. He wasn’t pleased but accepted that the next<br />
morning was as quick as they would be able to manage regardless<br />
of who he rang. On the other end of the line, which was in a small<br />
van parked by his building, Amber gave Ricky a thumbs up, the<br />
first piece was in place. All they had to do now was ensure the real<br />
cable company didn’t pick up the fault and send someone over<br />
themselves. Tom doubted they monitored the system that closely,<br />
but sods law had to be accounted for, they would have to wait and<br />
see, but so far, it was on track.<br />
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Chapter Thirty<br />
With the cable technician’s appointment set for eleven, they<br />
had about fourteen hours to perfect their material and ensure they<br />
would get what they wanted from the operation. To Tom, this was<br />
all in a day’s work. He had no qualms about it but he wouldn’t be<br />
in the apartment for the major part of the deal. He couldn’t risk<br />
Vitaly turning up unannounced and recognising him, also allied to<br />
the fact he was walking on crutches, which he guessed, wouldn’t<br />
look very professional even to a concierge, who was just a<br />
glorified watchman with access to keys. He set up a dummy device<br />
and checked the ignition system would work as required, it did.<br />
Then he checked he had put the correct shape on the charge to get<br />
the maximum effect without the risk of blowing the whole building<br />
up. He was still mindful of any collateral damage and he believed<br />
this plan gave him the lowest possible chance of any. Ricky was<br />
like a big kid with a new toy, he was walking around wearing the<br />
uniform they had bought from a local shop. It had no logos on it,<br />
but he was expected and he did have a very realistic looking<br />
identity card. He had knocked it up using the same gear he had<br />
made Tom’s licence and it worried him how easily he could do this<br />
stuff, in the wrong hands it would be lethal.<br />
They were getting to the real dirty end of this whole affair and<br />
Tom still had the problem of what to do about Yuri. He was sure<br />
the real risk was Vitaly now, Yuri was just a medium level bit of<br />
muscle. Yes, he was dangerous but he would most likely put all his<br />
efforts into finding Tom and forget Saffy all together, which was<br />
as good a result as he could see himself getting at this point. One<br />
thing he realised pretty early on in the day, was he was going to<br />
have to say goodbye to Ricky straight after this.<br />
He had set up a false trail that he hoped the Russians would<br />
follow, he had used a contact to have him put onto a register of<br />
guests at a local hotel. Anyone who looked would see he had been<br />
there for a week or so and hopefully wouldn’t check any deeper<br />
and find out about Ricky. It wasn’t fool proof, but they had tricked<br />
smarter people than them in this way, so he was justified in his<br />
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confidence, he felt. He had to broach the subject with Ricky and<br />
he knew he wasn’t going to like it, hell he wasn’t happy about the<br />
fact they had been apart forever and had had just a few weeks<br />
together. It had been a tough time yes, but having Ricky there had<br />
made all the difference, not just his invaluable assistance but his<br />
company and enthusiasm. He dreaded this conversation but it had<br />
to be done.<br />
Ricky had knocked up spaghetti bolognese for dinner with<br />
some homemade garlic bread, well the bread wasn’t homemade but<br />
the garlic butter was. They sat at the kitchen table sharing stories.<br />
Ricky had hundreds of tales of punch-ups and scams he had pulled.<br />
Tom asked why he bothered to do these little earners with<br />
such an obvious wealth in his grasp.<br />
He shrugged, “I get bored, there’s only so much TV and<br />
movies you can watch. I tried to get a job, but I don’t like being<br />
told what to do, it’s hard to motivate yourself when you don’t need<br />
the money and don’t like what you’re doing.”<br />
It had never occurred to Tom he had always loved his work,<br />
yes, there had been some shitty times but ultimately he was a<br />
soldier to the core and couldn’t see himself doing anything else.<br />
Jules had been fast approaching retirement from the regiment<br />
and they had discussed possible courses of action, they just didn’t<br />
appeal to either of them. There was a buzz to be gained from their<br />
kind of life and truth be told, Jules would much rather have gone<br />
out the way he did than sit in retirement. That wouldn’t be any<br />
consolation to Saffy, she probably wanted to have kids and sit<br />
them on his knee for him to tell war stories to, but that wasn’t<br />
really the kind of life that would have suited him.<br />
His mind had wandered and Ricky tried to get him back on<br />
track.<br />
“You said we had to talk, mate, about tomorrow? Because you<br />
don’t have to worry, I got exactly what to do, what to say if asked<br />
any questions, everything, we’ve cracked this so don’t worry about<br />
it okay?”<br />
He garnered his resolve and looked Ricky in the eyes.<br />
“I’m going to be leaving, mate. I can’t risk staying anywhere<br />
near you and Amber. Once this goes down there’s going to be<br />
major heat on my back, if they get even the slightest whiff you<br />
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exist, let alone were involved you’re dead, both of you and I can’t<br />
risk that.”<br />
This stunned Ricky. He had assumed he would nurse Tom for<br />
his last months and they would be together right up until the end.<br />
“Well, what if we came with you? I’ve got the dough, we<br />
could go abroad for a while. They have great doctors in America<br />
don’t they, we could go there until it all blows over mate, see<br />
nothing to worry about.”<br />
Tom was shaking his head as he spoke.<br />
“Mate, these people, the Russians, they are everywhere these<br />
days. Nowhere would be far enough away to be safe for you.”<br />
Ricky looked crestfallen.<br />
“I want you to be there with me, more than you could know,<br />
but it’s not gonna happen. I’m a dead man regardless, but you have<br />
a life to lead, you’ve got the talent and the means to do something<br />
with your life,” this wasn’t making any difference, he changed<br />
tack, “There’s Ben to think of, he must be getting lonely by now. I<br />
know you’ve had him sorted through this but he needs you, not a<br />
paid helper, it was never about your help with the stall. It was<br />
about being around you, your energy, I know because I’ve felt it,<br />
you’re an amazing young man and you have to come out the other<br />
end of this.”<br />
This was getting somewhere, he could see a change in Ricky’s<br />
demeanour.<br />
“I want you to know Saffy and be my eyes and ears when I’m<br />
gone. You’ve got to look after her and Ben for me, that’s more<br />
important than you watching me die, you understand that don’t<br />
you?”<br />
Tears were welling up in Ricky’s eyes, he was touched by his<br />
words, no one had ever said anything good about him to his face<br />
before, yeah, he was always being told he was a good lad, but<br />
usually after buying a drink or doing a favour for someone. He<br />
thought about Tom’s words and knew them to be correct.<br />
“Ok, mate, I’ll do this, but because you asked me. I want it on<br />
record I’m not happy about it, you’re going to have to keep in<br />
touch because I’ve got my feelers out for Saffy, and I’ll need to let<br />
you know if we find her won’t I? Where will you go?”<br />
“Well, I was thinking of checking into a hospice, they’ve been<br />
bugging me to die gracefully so I reckon it’s the last place anyone<br />
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will be looking for me, and the drugs are of the highest quality I’m<br />
told.”<br />
They both laughed at this and continued with their meal, their<br />
last supper as Ricky thought of it.<br />
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Chapter ThirtyOne<br />
Sally had awakened on the morning of the third day after the<br />
attack. She was understandably upset and unsure of where she was,<br />
the nurse on duty had called Saffy straight away and she was there<br />
within the hour. Seeing a familiar face made a huge difference for<br />
Sally and she started to relax. Which was just as well, if she had<br />
continued they would have given her something to calm her down,<br />
and she hadn’t had time to process everything by this point. Saffy<br />
held her hand and began to explain what had transpired since she<br />
had found her in the hall of the flat. She had a remarkably good<br />
recollection of events, remembering right up until she fell, the<br />
punch to her face and everything else before. She was embarrassed<br />
to have been so stupid. She had asked him into her home without a<br />
moment’s thought for her safety, let alone the danger she had put<br />
Saffy in. She was pregnant and trying to escape a violent man and<br />
she had brought one into the building without a single moment’s<br />
hesitation. Saffy consoled her and tried to calm her self-flagellation<br />
down. She couldn’t in all honesty tell her she was wrong, she<br />
wasn’t, but it served no purpose beating her about the head with<br />
her stupidity. There may come a day when they could talk about it<br />
rationally and Sally clearly needed to learn to be a bit more<br />
discerning in her choice of guests, but for now accepting what had<br />
happened was far more important.<br />
Saffy had to go home with a list of things Sally needed. There<br />
was the usual stuff like nighties and toiletries as well as a couple of<br />
odd sounding books about karmic healing and the power of the<br />
mind. These didn’t seem important things to Saffy, she had<br />
suggested they might not be suitable for right now, but Sally had<br />
insisted.<br />
There were some things Saffy had to go and buy as Sally<br />
wasn’t as fastidious at home as she wanted to appear in hospital, so<br />
she took some of the money from its hiding place and went into<br />
town. She had to go through the town centre to get to the hospital<br />
anyway, so it was no trouble.<br />
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As she got off her bus outside the big department store, which<br />
was well out of their price range, a young man was alighting from<br />
a train from London with copies of two photographs. One an old<br />
photo and the other, which had been taken on a mobile a week ago.<br />
He was armed with an address and a map. In his possession was a<br />
few hundred pounds, a top of the range camera, a smart phone and<br />
a packed lunch. He had been given his instruction by phone and<br />
knew nothing of the whys and wherefores of the mission, just an<br />
address and a target to get close enough to photograph, unseen and<br />
undetected were the buzzwords. It was what he was good at and<br />
could see no problems on this job, it was probably someone’s elicit<br />
girlfriend he surmised, and there would be no risks involved. She<br />
wasn’t likely to hit him with a stiletto or anything. As he headed to<br />
the taxi rank, Saffy passed the end of the road he was on.<br />
She was heading to the seconds store to get a few new nighties<br />
and some slippers, although Sally wasn’t likely to be walking<br />
anywhere for a few days at least, if ever, she caught herself<br />
thinking. She hoped this was not the case but it was a possibility<br />
with any brain injury. Would she end up a carer for her neighbour<br />
as well as a single mum? She felt terrible for even thinking that<br />
way, Sally had become a good friend in the short time they’d<br />
known each other. She had been nothing but generous and caring,<br />
never prying or delving into her life, no unsolicited advice, just a<br />
friend.<br />
Her visit didn’t last long as she fell asleep while chatting about<br />
the soaps. Saffy didn’t watch any of them, she still had no TV, but<br />
she bought a magazine with all the upcoming storylines and they<br />
went through it, with Sally passing judgment on what she thought<br />
about this character or that. She was quite impassioned by it and<br />
Saffy had to stop herself from laughing at a couple of points. With<br />
Sally safely asleep and out of any immediate danger, she went<br />
home a lot happier than she had in the previous few days. Her bus<br />
ride was reasonably enjoyable, the route went along the seafront<br />
for a while and she was reminded of days out to Blackpool and<br />
Scarborough as a child. She loved the beach as a kid, especially<br />
when they went abroad. A few times Tom was with them in Spain<br />
and Greece, he baby-sat a couple of nights to let mum and dad<br />
have a date night. The two of them would eat in a nearby restaurant<br />
and go back to the apartment and play board games, he always let<br />
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her win, she knew now that was the case, but at the time, she was<br />
elated by her triumphs.<br />
These nostalgic thoughts didn’t have the pain associated with<br />
them they had up until recently. Just to think of happier times<br />
reminded her of how far she’d fallen, now to think of Dad or Tom<br />
was fine, even pleasurable.<br />
The bus stopped on the opposite side of the park to her street<br />
and it was quite dark when she got off. Normally she would cut<br />
through the park, but since Sally’s attack she had steered around it.<br />
That had been where Sally met up with this Stewart character and<br />
he may have been around, the police said he was not likely to get<br />
bail but you never knew these days, did you?<br />
From the other side of the bushes, the would be spy was<br />
watching her as she made her way back to the house. He didn’t<br />
have the equipment he would need to take photos in this light, not<br />
without a dirty great flash, which in the circumstances wasn’t an<br />
option. One thing he could say though, it was definitely the girl in<br />
both pictures. As poor as the light may have been, he was looking<br />
from darkness at a lit street and the view was such that he could be<br />
almost certain he had the right girl. His employers would be<br />
pleased, they would have liked a photo to back up their claims<br />
regarding knowing her whereabouts, but the mobile shot would<br />
have to suffice in this instance. They hadn’t contacted the person<br />
who had started the search off, they wouldn’t do so until they had<br />
an idea of the value of the information. No one was fool enough to<br />
give up anything for the first price offered, you always turned it<br />
down and haggled for a while, information was like any<br />
commodity and the rules were the same regardless.<br />
The original bounty had been a grand, they had spent a few<br />
hundred pounds so far, they could expect to get at least double the<br />
initial offer and maybe as much as five grand, if they were lucky<br />
and the girl was really important to them. They could be playing a<br />
very dangerous game, were they really sure who this mystery<br />
person was? They decided it was worth the risk. They had no<br />
thought about whether the girl wanted to be found or why she<br />
might be missing in the first place. This was business and personal<br />
stuff was irrelevant. She would get what was coming to her one<br />
way or another and why shouldn’t they make a profit of it in the<br />
meantime?<br />
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He packed his gear into the specially made holdall, threw the<br />
remnants of his lunch into a nearby bin and made the call. It rang a<br />
few times and the man on the other end of the line said to hang on<br />
a second. There was a bit of talking going on in the background,<br />
which he tried to ignore, it didn’t pay to be nosey in these<br />
situations, after a minute or so another voice came on the line.<br />
“Well, do we have some nice shots of the coloured girl for<br />
me?”<br />
He knew this would be asked and his reply wouldn’t be<br />
appreciated.<br />
“No, I didn’t see her until it was dark and you wanted to avoid<br />
her knowing I was here. I did get a good look at her though and it’s<br />
definitely her.”<br />
The voice on the other end cursed under his breath.<br />
“Well, that’s something at least. I won’t be paying the full<br />
whack though, the deal was photographs, we’ll talk more when<br />
you come here.”<br />
This pissed the spy off. There was nothing he could have done<br />
differently to get photos; she just wasn’t there until twilight.<br />
“You want me to come to you? When?”<br />
There was a short discussion with someone in the background<br />
then he replied, “Try to get here in the morning, you know where<br />
we are?”<br />
“No, I just got an email with the details and a couple of photos<br />
attached.”<br />
“We’re in Soho, Old Compton Street, the Cafes called<br />
Bruno’s, you can’t miss it. See you then.”<br />
The call was ended and he made his way back to London, he<br />
had trouble getting a taxi and walked most of the way to the station<br />
before finally finding an empty cab. The man sitting in a booth at<br />
the back of Bruno’s in Soho was happy, he would get a decent<br />
wedge for this with or without the photos, it was turning out to be a<br />
good day.<br />
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Chapter ThirtyTwo<br />
It was the following morning before Yuri could get back to<br />
Camden to see the hacker. Petr was excitable when Yuri spoke to<br />
him on the way there, he was literally around the corner, so he told<br />
him to hold off telling him what he’d found out till he arrived.<br />
Parking was always difficult in this part of Camden, the<br />
requirements of the tenants as well as the shoppers meant spaces<br />
were at a premium, and the cost of an hour was daylight robbery to<br />
Yuri’s mind. He finally found a space and paid four pounds for the<br />
hour, he didn’t expect to be any longer.<br />
As he walked up the street towards Petr’s flat, he was<br />
considering what he would do with the information he was sure the<br />
young lad had gained. He was sure the images on the camera<br />
phone would be crucial, the possibility of Vitaly knowing how<br />
close they were to finding her was unavoidable in his mind and he<br />
was deep in thought about his options. So much so, he passed the<br />
house and was a few hundred feet further on before he realised and<br />
walked back, mightily pissed off at having to do so. He banged the<br />
door a trifle harder than necessary, scaring Petr into thinking the<br />
police had come a knocking. He held back to see what happened<br />
and the delay only made Yuri more pissed off. He banged and<br />
shouted this time, Petr hearing the voice smiled in relief and let<br />
him in.<br />
“Sorry Yuri, I thought you were policeman, I was worried for<br />
a moment there, come in we have lots to talk about.”<br />
He walked away into the front room leaving Yuri to follow, he<br />
was still wound up and shook his head at the Kosovo’s back as he<br />
walked in closing the door behind him.<br />
He handed him the smart phone indicating he wanted to<br />
enlarge the images, Petr just shrugged and pulled out a lead,<br />
checked it fitted and plugged it into the front of his PC, then the<br />
other end into the phone itself. The system seemed to be going<br />
through some recognition routine and in the meantime Petr brought<br />
up a web page. It had Saffron’s details on it, her full name, date of<br />
birth, where she had been referred from and to, and importantly<br />
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where she was attending her appointments with her current social<br />
worker.<br />
It was a community centre in the Portslade area of Brighton.<br />
She was seeing a Mali something or other and would be there next<br />
week on Friday, at eleven o clock. Petr was particularly pleased<br />
with himself and was looking forward to much congratulation from<br />
Yuri and hopefully Vitaly as well. It paid to be onside with the big<br />
wigs and he felt his stock was on the rise in the organisation with<br />
this find.<br />
“Listen Petr, we have to hold fire on this for a while, let’s<br />
check the photos on the camera before we get all happy with<br />
ourselves, yes?”<br />
Slightly disappointed at the response, he nodded sulking and<br />
pressed the icon that indicated there was a device attached. He<br />
followed through a couple of folder menus and there was a screen<br />
filled with some hand written pages of poorly written notes. The<br />
handwriting was terrible and with his poor grasp of written<br />
English, he struggled to decipher a single word. Petr who was<br />
something of a genius academically read English perfectly but still<br />
he struggled with it.<br />
“Try the next one.”<br />
They went through a few before they got something legible,<br />
this was clearly for others to read and had been done in a neat and<br />
tidy style, block capitals and readable by Petr if not Yuri. It<br />
confirmed what they had already found out, she was in Brighton<br />
and her benefits and everything were being sorted by her new<br />
social worker, it gave the address of the drugs counselling service<br />
she was referred to, but little else of use. After going through all<br />
the pictures they found no new information, which was a relief to<br />
Yuri, he just had to get Petr to sit on what they’d found out for a<br />
while so he could come up with a plan, he had a few ideas but he<br />
needed time and this was possibly the one thing he didn’t have the<br />
luxury of.<br />
It became clear that Petr was on a social climbing kick at the<br />
moment and was hoping he would be pushed forward by his good<br />
work. He had changed his mind and wanted to get Vitaly’s<br />
attention, he had some things in mind where a bit of financial<br />
backing would help immensely. Keeping him quiet wasn’t going to<br />
be easy or cheap, this much was obvious.<br />
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“Maybe we should call Vitaly now while we’re together, yes.<br />
We can explain what I did and he will be happy with both of us,<br />
what do you think my friend?”<br />
Something in Yuri’s demeanour set him on edge, he should be<br />
smiling and happy, they had been given a job to do and this was<br />
now done, with a very good result. Maybe he was bothered that<br />
they had no actual address, but where she was going to be next<br />
Friday was as good as he could have imagined at the time.<br />
“You okay, Yuri? You look worried, the boss he will be very<br />
happy, don’t worry about it, we call him and I say how clever you<br />
are to find this out with me, it be okay for sure.” The big man<br />
sneered at him and for the first time he realised he might be in<br />
danger, he couldn’t understand why, but he was all of a sudden<br />
aware of the fact he was alone with this giant who seemed to be<br />
unhappy with their work. He looked at the door, which Yuri was<br />
standing in front of. Yuri noticed and smiled in realisation that Petr<br />
was no longer feeling safe, he was right to be fearful as Yuri had<br />
made a decision about how to keep him quiet, permanently. As<br />
Petr made an effort to get free, Yuri grabbed him by the neck with<br />
both hands lifting the smaller man up from the floor as his feet<br />
kicked out in an attempt to gain release.<br />
The noise he made was making Yuri feel sick, he could feel<br />
the life draining from him as he tightened his grip, this was how<br />
Mikhail had gone and he thought about him in Petr’s last moments.<br />
His arms flailed for a while, the kicking slowed down until his<br />
purple face was screwed up in an ugly grimace. He was dead and<br />
Yuri had started on a path he knew was leading to a big problem.<br />
He made no attempt to hide the body, he chucked him<br />
unceremoniously onto the floor and took the smart phone. He<br />
pulled the console of the computer out of the desk, the wires<br />
pulling along the monitor and peripherals with it, he knew nothing<br />
about these things but judged he could stop it being of use with a<br />
little fire. He checked the kitchen and found a small bottle of a<br />
spirit, it was in another language but it was clear and he knew it<br />
would burn. He poured it onto the console and lit one of the<br />
matches he found for lighting the hob. He wasn’t concerned with<br />
containing the blaze, as it would hopefully hide the murder of Petr.<br />
As he shut the front door behind him, the flames had started to<br />
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spread along the rug towards the couch, all good materials for a<br />
fire.<br />
As he walked slowly and calmly back to the car, he got a call<br />
from Vitaly, he tried to sound normal which usually resulted in the<br />
exact opposite.<br />
“Yuri, where are you? I need you back here, there’s<br />
something come up and we need to talk.”<br />
Had he found out something about Saffy from another source,<br />
it wasn’t likely but not impossible.<br />
“Okay Boss, I’m just getting a sandwich, I’ll be about fifteen,<br />
twenty minutes okay? See you there.”<br />
He should have felt bad about what he’d done to Petr but he<br />
couldn’t find it in himself to care, they lived in a dangerous world,<br />
but they chose to do so. Saffy had been duped into it. Maybe he<br />
could reason she should have known better, like all the girls, they<br />
should have been happy with how things were, no one asked them<br />
to throw their lot in with these bad men, but what he did know was<br />
a baby had no choices and was not in any way culpable for the sins<br />
of the parent, even a sick and twisted one like Vitaly.<br />
As he drove through the west end, up and over the A40<br />
flyover he was calm and restful, he had made a decision, he would<br />
have to live or die by his actions from this moment on and this<br />
brought a feeling of relief he hadn’t expected. As he drove past the<br />
building Vitaly lived in, he saw a big man in a uniform getting out<br />
of a white van, something about it looked wrong but he was<br />
already past him and onto the next junction before he had worked<br />
it out, it didn’t matter now anyway he guessed, and he forgot about<br />
it as quickly as it had come to him.<br />
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Chapter ThirtyThree<br />
Ricky was in his element, the whole thing about driving about<br />
in a white van in a uniform was just the ticket for him. He would<br />
gladly have this experience every day, bit as a second choice going<br />
in to an address covertly for the purpose of assassination was a<br />
good runner up.<br />
The concierge hadn’t even checked his ID, commented on the<br />
lack of a logo on his clothes or the big white van parked in the<br />
visitor’s bay outside. He handed over the voucher which would<br />
ward of the evil parking wardens for half an hour and left him to it.<br />
He didn’t even go up and let him in, he just chucked him a set of<br />
keys, which he said he could sign for when he came back down.<br />
This was too easy and he remembered what Tom had said about<br />
sods law being just waiting to catch you out if you got too cocky.<br />
He tried to hold onto his excitement but it was all new to him and<br />
Tom may have done this stuff before, but he was going to enjoy<br />
the experience. The communal areas of the building were spotless,<br />
thick hard wearing carpets lined long wide corridors decorated<br />
with soft pastel colours and art deco prints spaced evenly along<br />
them.<br />
Ricky was suitably impressed, he loved his house and would<br />
never consider selling, but he knew he could do so, and have a<br />
pretty packet to buy somewhere cool and trendy like this, and have<br />
enough left over for a country retreat somewhere, at least that’s<br />
what Amber kept telling him. She had actually gone as far as<br />
having a valuation done. He thought he might have needed to agree<br />
to this before they went ahead, but apparently not, the guy had<br />
been and gone while he was on the market with Benedict, it was a<br />
steal at three million and they reckoned even in the current<br />
economic climate he could sell very quickly. These properties<br />
always went fast. She had gone mental when he just smiled and<br />
said it was good to know, she wanted him to cash in, but he wasn’t<br />
leaving his uncles house anytime soon, and he didn’t need to<br />
release the money to get by just yet, not for a while according to<br />
Elliot his accountant.<br />
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Vitaly was on the third floor in flat thirty-three. Not a lucky<br />
number for him Ricky joked to himself. He had the new cable box<br />
under his arm in a new looking box, the seal looked untampered<br />
with, but in truth the whole thing had been altered before they<br />
resealed it, in the unlikely event of someone asking to see the box<br />
and its credentials, they were all as they should be. Even the code<br />
on the box tied up with its previous contents. This was a smooth<br />
operation and he was impressed at Tom’s attention to detail. This<br />
was what made him such a good SAS soldier he told himself, the<br />
small things that usually got missed. If they had time, he would<br />
have got the appropriate branding on the uniform and vehicle, in<br />
this instance it hadn’t mattered too much, but Ricky got why it<br />
would normally. The mark, as Tom called Vitaly in this case, had<br />
to believe everything was as it should be. People noticed things out<br />
of place or not as expected, even small things like wearing a<br />
thousand pound watch while delivering parcels, would set alarm<br />
bells ringing, likewise a thirty pound watch with a thousand pound<br />
suit could give you away.<br />
This all fascinated him and he rued the fact they would be<br />
parting ways, it was a cause of real heart ache to Ricky, he hadn’t<br />
banked on ever having a family other than maybe with Amber in<br />
the future, and meeting Tom, he felt a connection that made sense<br />
when Ben told him the truth. Knowing he was going to die made it<br />
all the more poignant that they had so many similarities, apart from<br />
the physical, they did stuff that others could see as alike. Ben<br />
couldn’t see either of them, but heard stuff in their speech and turn<br />
of phrase that made him smile, they were cut from the same cloth<br />
he would say.<br />
The flat wasn’t double locked and he was surprised there was<br />
no internal alarm, he had reasoned there wasn’t one when the<br />
concierge hadn’t come with him, but still this guy was a dangerous<br />
villain with enemies. Surely, he should be a little more careful<br />
about this stuff? Once inside Ricky whistled in admiration,<br />
everything was sleek and modern, the big screen TV was top of the<br />
range as were the surround sound speakers mounted on the walls,<br />
he didn’t bother to look around, he was on a job after all, but he<br />
could tell everything in this place was flash and pricey, the pictures<br />
online didn’t do it justice in his opinion.<br />
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The flats themselves had been built in an old clothing factory<br />
from back in the days of the real rag trade, the walls were<br />
extremely thick between the flats and they had solid ceilings, the<br />
floors had been made to carry the weight of huge machines. Tom<br />
had said this all lent itself to their plan and would cut down on<br />
collateral damage. Ricky had nodded along then, looked it up on<br />
Google when he was out of the room. He admired the fact that<br />
Tom gave a shit about such things, he was a quality bloke and he<br />
was proud to be his brother. Taking no time at all he unpacked the<br />
new cable receiver and took the other away, there was nothing<br />
wrong with it and they were quite hard to get hold of, so he would<br />
probably keep it for his bedroom. On second thoughts he might be<br />
keeping evidence and Tom was clear that there be nothing linking<br />
Ricky to the attack. They had checked that the building didn’t have<br />
cameras. One of the reasons Vitaly had chosen the place, the<br />
concierge was supposed to be security enough.<br />
With the old receiver removed, he went through the motions<br />
of re -installing the wires into the new one, this was a waste of<br />
time in his eyes, but Tom had made it clear, any trailing cables<br />
might alert him to something and the plan goes to shit. He duly did<br />
as told and sat the new receiver into its shelf on the very flash<br />
cabinet it shared with the sound system. The last thing to do was<br />
plug it in, this was the real worry for them both, if their<br />
workmanship was even slightly found wanting, it could be a<br />
serious problem right now for Ricky. He inserted the plug into the<br />
wall, all good so far and then flicked the switch to on, he closed his<br />
eyes for a second and waited, nothing. The red light on the front<br />
came on as expected and he sighed. He quickly boxed the other<br />
unit up and left, he looked back as he did, knowing he had been<br />
instrumental in what was to come, he was proud of that fact.<br />
As he waved goodbye to the concierge he pretended not to<br />
hear him call for his signature, he would have signed anything but<br />
his name, but not having to leave anything was a bonus for him.<br />
He had left the keys in the flat anyway, Toms advice, and had<br />
nothing to do but leave. He jumped into the hire van and headed<br />
off, whistling as he went.<br />
There was a rake of cameras trained on the streets he would be<br />
using but he was pretty anonymous in a generic white hire van and<br />
as long as he didn’t forget to pay his congestion fee or jump any<br />
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lights he would be fine. The licence used to hire the vehicle was<br />
fake, he had used a pre pay debit card to pay for it, which although<br />
unusual wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary, he had sent a friend<br />
to hire it anyway. It was just as easy to make a licence for his mate<br />
as himself. Tom was as sure as he could be that they wouldn’t trace<br />
this back to Ricky, he had even used his account to load the card<br />
used, so if anything did come from that quarter it would link it to<br />
him and he was likely to be either very dead or very close to it.<br />
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Chapter ThirtyFour<br />
As he entered the club Yuri was aware of something being<br />
different, it was subtle and almost indefinable but it was there. He<br />
put it down to his present mind-set, he felt guilty because he had<br />
something to hide and this would increase his Paranoia in any case.<br />
He was sure Andrei was deliberately avoiding his gaze, they<br />
usually swapped a knowing nod as he passed by but not today.<br />
There were no clients in yet and the girls were warming up on<br />
the pole, not looking so sexy in baggy tops and leggings. He<br />
walked through to the corridor and up to the door at the end, there<br />
was laughing coming from the other side, he could hear Vitaly<br />
over the others. He was clearly in a better mood than last time they<br />
spoke, maybe he was clueless after all. He didn’t knock as he<br />
pushed the velvet-covered door open and he clearly surprised the<br />
occupants as it went silent instantly. There were three of the guys<br />
in there, all his men and he knew them all well, they all nodded a<br />
hello and got up to leave.<br />
Vitaly thanked them for their time, joking he wouldn’t be<br />
paying them overtime for laughing at his jokes. They shook their<br />
heads in mock disgust and eased past the giant in their way, none<br />
of them met his eyes as they passed, but he was always very<br />
intimidating due to his size and reputation so this wasn’t unusual.<br />
Vitaly was still grinning after his jest and Yuri relaxed a little, the<br />
boss was in a good mood, and he wasn’t aware of anything about<br />
today’s events.<br />
Vitaly smiled, his face lighting up in genuine pleasure.<br />
“Ah, big man, you’re here, good. I was worried you wouldn’t<br />
make it in time for us to meet, I have to go soon, what’s been<br />
happening? Any news on that bitch?”<br />
This made no sense, on the phone he had seemed angry and<br />
implied it was urgent he get back to the club, now he was all<br />
sweetness and light.<br />
“Well, there was some excitement about our spying mission,<br />
but it turned out to be nothing. I spoke to Zo as well, and he said he<br />
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had put the word out, it won’t be long I’m sure of it boss. Petr<br />
didn’t answer my last few messages so I don’t know what’s going<br />
on there just yet.”<br />
He hoped he sounded as casual as he was trying to. Vitaly just<br />
shrugged.<br />
“Well, there will be other days and Petr is probably out buying<br />
some geeky stuff with his wages, he’ll get back to you,” He smiled<br />
as he said, “ Maybe tomorrow my friend.”<br />
The whole thing felt wrong but Yuri couldn’t say why.<br />
“Anyway, my friend I have to get going, do me a favour, can<br />
you get the car out of the car park for me, it’s on Poland Street in<br />
the NCP, if we leave it there too long we’ll get charged for a whole<br />
day, you know how these robbing bastards charge the earth? Just to<br />
stand still in this country?”<br />
It didn’t seem too much to ask and he’d done it before, not<br />
that particular car park but it didn’t matter.<br />
“Yeah, no worries boss, I can send one of the lads, no<br />
problem.”<br />
Vitaly jumped at this.<br />
“I have got them out looking for the black bitch so they won’t<br />
be around, and Andrei has to get the bar sorted otherwise I would<br />
send him, anyway, he always brings it back with a new scratch or<br />
dent, he thinks he’s driving a Trabant, the fool.”<br />
He got up and started to put his jacket on as he indicated the<br />
keys on the desk.<br />
“I have to get changed for a meeting tonight, Wainright has<br />
asked for a truce and I want to make him squirm, see you later,<br />
maybe?”<br />
It was odd he never asked him to accompany him or at least to<br />
drive him around but he was just glad he had accepted the story<br />
about Petr and Saffy’s search. He patted him on the shoulder as he<br />
passed him to get to the door.<br />
“Yeah, see you later boss, be careful, yeah.”<br />
He would have been very suspicious if he had seen the<br />
malevolent grin on Vitaly’s face as he shut the door behind him.<br />
He got on with some work in the office, he had to check the<br />
dancer’s rotas and some other bits of housekeeping that Vitaly<br />
never bothered with, and it was getting on for seven when he left to<br />
get the car. Yuri had been in this car park before, he knew it was a<br />
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little dingy and dark, but he wasn’t exactly worried about being<br />
mugged, apart from his six foot five frame he was carrying, a very<br />
nice Browning nine millimetre that could comfortably stop a<br />
mugger at fifty paces.<br />
The walk round to car park was quite chilly and he was<br />
reminded of days back home where he could see his breath in front<br />
of him, right up until May some years. The British moaned about<br />
the weather all the time but they didn’t have weather in any real<br />
sense. It never got too hot and certainly never got truly cold. They<br />
made him laugh, he was wearing just his suit jacket and was<br />
passing men in full on snow jackets. The car was on level two, so<br />
he walked up the ramp rather than the stairs which always smelled<br />
of piss, he’d rather risk getting hit by an errant car than have to<br />
breathe in that stench, it got into your clothes and reeked for days.<br />
As he came up the ramp, he thought he heard talking, this wasn’t<br />
out of the question, it was a public car park, but if he wasn’t<br />
mistaken they were speaking Russian. It was faint and he could<br />
easily be mistaken, whatever, he felt quite safe and walked on up<br />
to the specified second level.<br />
The car was parked in the middle of a group of four, the other<br />
spaces were empty and he thought it odd that only these bays<br />
would be in use tonight. He hit the open button on the key fob and<br />
was rewarded with the customary beep, beep and flashing hazard<br />
lights. This was the cue the hidden men had been waiting for. He<br />
was vaguely aware of someone moving behind him, but before he<br />
could turn around to see what was happening, there was a loud<br />
crack followed by a muzzle flash. He felt something solid punch<br />
into his chest followed by a piercing pain like a fire being lit on his<br />
shirt, he fell back under the weight of the blow and before he could<br />
work out what was going on, another shot rang out, he felt it graze<br />
past his left temple. He was now aware of two men walking<br />
towards him from one of the parked cars. He recognised the closest<br />
one straight away, but he couldn’t remember his name, the pain in<br />
his chest was making his thinking frazzled, the other man stepped<br />
under the strip light and he too was one of the guys he had seen in<br />
Vitaly’s office earlier.<br />
The penny dropped as from behind where he lay, a third shot<br />
split the night. In all he was shot sixteen times, the third bullet had<br />
entered the top of his head and killed him instantly. No one had<br />
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called the police about the gunshots. A motorist collecting his car<br />
nearly ran the body over as he came down the slope onto the<br />
second level.<br />
When Vitaly got the call, he was just coming out of the<br />
shower, he was a little annoyed they had killed him so quickly. He<br />
would have liked him to suffer for his treachery. He knew he<br />
would have to explain his actions to the big boss but he had a<br />
pretty convincing story lined up, and was confident they would see<br />
it as a good thing.<br />
He had got straight into the shower when he got home and<br />
hadn’t even checked the front room. He had completely forgotten<br />
about his cable being repaired, in fact he’d forgotten it was broken<br />
in the first place. He threw his small towel onto the couch as he<br />
wandered into the kitchen wrapped below the waist in a larger one,<br />
his body was lean and well cut, his slightly yellowish caste made<br />
him look healthy and tanned. He was thirsty and he felt he<br />
deserved a drink, after all he had put an end to Yuri’s plans,<br />
whatever they had been and no one could do anything about it. The<br />
men up north would have nothing to say on the matter, they would<br />
acquiesce to the situation or be shipped out. They would still be<br />
useful to the organisation somewhere but not in London. It was<br />
technically a demotion but tough shit. He poured himself a large<br />
vodka, he would buy a paper tomorrow, now the dead girl was off<br />
the front pages he might indulge in a little vanity and read all about<br />
the dead giant. They would know he was Russian mob, his tattoos<br />
would give it away. If they knew what to look for they would see<br />
he was a killer, he was a loyal thief and respected by his peers, it<br />
was scrawled all over his torso if they had the knowledge to<br />
decipher it. As he walked through the lounge toward his bedroom<br />
he wondered if it would have made the news channels. He was<br />
literally passing the TV so he hit the standby button, the screen lit<br />
up but showed no source, he remembered the cable had been out,<br />
the box was off, they said it would be fixed today so he pressed the<br />
red ringed button to fire it up.<br />
The button ignited the firing mechanism, which in turn mixed<br />
the two volatile chemicals together, this reaction caused a massive<br />
release of power that threw the nuts and bolts outward at a<br />
frightening velocity. The reaction increased exponentially and the<br />
whole room was engulfed in a spurt of flame, pieces of hot metal<br />
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flew in a focused pattern out of the front of the receiver box tearing<br />
a bloody swathe through Vitaly. The flames scorched the wounds<br />
as they appeared and he was shredded by molten metal, his broken<br />
bones were spread by the blast until all that remained was a bloody<br />
charred mess. His body parts, those still distinguishable as human,<br />
were scattered around the room, which was now in flames as the<br />
combustible material took up the blaze. He would have known<br />
absolutely no pain, as the instantaneous explosion would have been<br />
too fast for even a human’s incredible reactions to register<br />
anything.<br />
The sprinkler system kicked in as loud bells rang out<br />
throughout the building, there were people running from the flats<br />
on all levels in various states of undress. They had no time to get<br />
anything but the closest of their possessions, as they were herded<br />
towards the stairs by the most level headed of them. The smoke<br />
was contained by the thick walls and firebreak doors that were a<br />
requirement of the building regulations. By the time the fire<br />
brigade got the fire under control the whole flat was nothing but<br />
charred framework and ash, sodden ash at that. The immediate<br />
suspicion was a gas explosion although it wouldn’t take a fire<br />
investigation team too long to rule that out, they may not have seen<br />
many IED’s in their regular work, but tonight they would see the<br />
effects of a very cleverly created one.<br />
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Chapter ThirtyFive<br />
By the time Tom had heard that his plan had been successful`<br />
he was en route to Leeds. He wanted to tell Ellen himself he had<br />
failed, he would no doubt face a barrage of abuse, but he felt he<br />
deserved it. He wouldn’t tell her about Vitaly’s death, he couldn’t<br />
risk anyone speaking about his involvement in case he had missed<br />
something and it implicated Ricky. He got confirmation on a TV<br />
report while awaiting a connecting train at Birmingham New<br />
Street.<br />
He had deliberately taken a circuitous route to confuse any<br />
would be investigators, although he hadn’t been anywhere near the<br />
bombing he had left a trail of sorts, he wanted to ensure Ricky<br />
would never crop up on any reports. He felt Mo would know the<br />
right thing to do, he would have got it. According to the 24-hour<br />
news channel the blast had not killed anyone as far as they knew at<br />
this juncture, but the fire brigade were still assessing things and<br />
there were a few tenants unaccounted for.<br />
Tom let out a sigh of relief. He was sure there was at least one<br />
fatality, he could hope that Yuri had been there at the time of the<br />
explosion, but he knew that it wouldn’t have detonated without<br />
someone pressing that button. As he sipped a cup of stewed tea<br />
which was far too sweet he smiled to himself, the bastard would<br />
never know what killed him, but he would burn in the lowest<br />
reaches of whatever hell he believed in, for what he’d done and<br />
that was victory enough for now.<br />
His next train was due in five minutes and he would have to<br />
get some assistance getting over to the platform, he hated the<br />
feeling of being disabled but he knew it wouldn’t be for long, his<br />
strength was fading fast and the coughing was more on than off<br />
these days. He had held it together for Ricky’s sake but he knew in<br />
himself things were moving fast, his capacity to breathe was very<br />
low and the effects of having little oxygen were making<br />
themselves known. He had constant pins and needles and where he<br />
could feel, there was a constant pain as if he’d burnt all his<br />
extremities. The pills were only working for an hour at a time and<br />
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he was taking far too many in a day. He would run out very soon<br />
and he had no idea of how to get more, you couldn’t just rock up to<br />
A and E and say you need a refill. They were a controlled<br />
substance and as such needed a very good reason for them being<br />
prescribed. He didn’t doubt he could prove his need but could he<br />
be bothered to go through the rigmarole again, he was done in and<br />
wanted nothing more than to sleep and never wake up.<br />
He started on his way to the assistance button you had to press<br />
to get aid with mobility when his phone rang. He only had the one<br />
phone now, Ricky had given him an iPhone, he had laughed at the<br />
gift. He would literally be lucky if he used up the battery but it was<br />
meant to be significant, he would think of Ricky whenever he used<br />
it, which he didn’t like to say, was not going to be very often. His<br />
number hadn’t changed so getting a call wasn’t out of the bounds<br />
of reality and he fumbled with his crutches as he tried to get to it<br />
before it rang off.<br />
The large touch screen, which he had to slide his finger across<br />
to answer, displayed a picture of Ricky in his stupid looking<br />
baseball cap, he must have set it up before he gave it to Tom. Just<br />
as he was despairing of answering it in time, he got the necessary<br />
pressure on the screen to register his slide. He lifted the phone to<br />
his ear, precariously balancing on one crutch as he did so.<br />
“Hello mate, you shouldn’t be calling me, we discussed this<br />
Rick, even on a throw away phone. If they get hold of this number<br />
they can work out where you were when you called and all sorts<br />
we haven’t even imagined yet.”<br />
“Hold on Tom, I’ve got something really important for you.”<br />
“I know you think it’s vital Ricky but whatever it is I can’t be<br />
involved anymore, I have to disappear mate, just try and forget<br />
about me.”<br />
He was exasperated by him calling but didn’t want possibly<br />
his last conversation with him to be a bollocking.<br />
“Someone will contact you when I’m gone, so don’t worry<br />
about that side of things, you really need to let go for now mate.”<br />
Ricky raised his voice slightly to get his words over Tom’s<br />
objections.<br />
“Listen Tom, really, it’s big, we’ve found Saffy, do you hear<br />
me mate? We’ve found her.”<br />
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Tom was about to cut the call when he registered what had<br />
been said.<br />
“Say again mate, you’ve found her? Not you think you have?<br />
You know for sure, is that what you’re saying? Because I can’t<br />
handle red herrings mate.”<br />
Glad he had at last got the news out he continued excitedly.<br />
“Tom I’ve seen a picture, she’s in Brighton.”<br />
Tom thought quickly, he knew it was on the south coast but<br />
that was about it.<br />
“What picture? I mean how do you get a picture, who would<br />
have known?”<br />
Ricky was calming down as he tried to explain things clearly.<br />
“I told you I had put some feelers out didn’t I? Well one of<br />
them came back with this picture from a mobile, they’ve been to<br />
her house and she’s definitely there, well, she was yesterday<br />
anyway.”<br />
Tom was taken aback, this lad was truly a miracle from<br />
heaven, he had written off his “feelers out “comment as bull. He’d<br />
said something to a few mates was all he expected had happened.<br />
“How on earth did you do this, Ricky, I mean if it’s her, this is<br />
amazing, I’ll get a train back toward the south straight away. You<br />
have to send me whatever you’ve got, and I’ll get there as soon as I<br />
can.”<br />
Ricky bit on this straight away, trying to get his own agenda<br />
met.<br />
“Why don’t you come back here? We can drive down there,<br />
it’s only an hour and half from here, it’s a straight road, it makes<br />
sense don’t it?”<br />
Tom feared this would be his angle, which by finding Saffy he<br />
would reunite them all, but the fact was the Russians may be ahead<br />
of the game already and Yuri could be out there searching right<br />
now.<br />
“No mate, this changes nothing. We have to go our separate<br />
ways, if things work out, maybe once I find a hospice you can<br />
sneak down to see me, but not now Rick, it’s very important we<br />
don’t get seen together.”<br />
There was an element of sulky teenager in his voice.<br />
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“Well, okay then, if that’s what you want then I’ll send you<br />
an email on your phone with everything I‘ve got including the<br />
picture, speak soon, yeah?”<br />
The other end of the line went dead, he felt bad for him, he<br />
done a great thing in finding her, which he struggled to believe at<br />
this point. He looked over to where the nearest bench was, he<br />
struggled over using the very last of his energy to get there unhurt.<br />
He all but collapsed onto the wooden slatted bench and pulled<br />
the flashy phone out to look at how to receive emails, did he need<br />
another computer to connect up with? He had no idea and worried<br />
he would die here never knowing what was going on. His talent for<br />
listening and repeating came to the fore, he went through the short<br />
lesson Ricky had given him. Even remembering his username and<br />
password, a screen opened up to reveal a message from<br />
rickythedoer@geezer.com. He had to wait a moment to allow it to<br />
download and he fretted about this picture he had shown Ricky, an<br />
old one, she was probably sixteen years old on a holiday in Greece,<br />
but she wasn’t so different for it not to be of use.<br />
Attachment loaded he expanded the image, he thought about<br />
the last time he had done this, waiting for it to appear, it wasn’t a<br />
pleasant memory.<br />
He looked at the picture for a moment, taking in every detail,<br />
he was impressed by the quality, although he shouldn’t have been.<br />
The cameras on even the cheapest mobiles were much better than<br />
you would have bought in shops a few years back. It was definitely<br />
her, she was in profile and looked beautiful, fresh faced and just as<br />
he remembered her. It went some way toward wiping the last<br />
images he had seen out of his mind. A tear came to his eye as he<br />
took in the whole thing, he had been on a high the last couple of<br />
days, even with the illness increasingly corrupting his time. He had<br />
lost the real focus of the mission, and here it was all in his lap,<br />
thanks to a tenacious young man who was a complete stranger<br />
when this all began. He now had Saffy’s whereabouts and a<br />
brother to be proud of.<br />
If he had known the expense Ricky had gone through to get<br />
this information he would have been even more impressed. He had<br />
handed the informant seven thousand pounds, they only wanted<br />
five, but he said it was a bonus because he was so happy to have<br />
found her. The address was in Portslade, which was one of the<br />
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towns in Brighton. She was in flat 1 number 23 Highgate Park. It<br />
sounded nice he thought and he hoped it was.<br />
He knew he should get moving, the trains wouldn’t be running<br />
for much longer and he had no clue about the route he’d need to<br />
take. He assumed it would be into London, then out on another<br />
train. He sat and thought for a moment about what he was doing, in<br />
the field you had to evaluate your position, in regards to rations,<br />
ammunitions, weapons and fitness if you didn’t have the necessary<br />
gear you changed the plan. You didn’t climb a mountain with a<br />
broken leg, you took the easiest route and did what you could, also<br />
if the situation called for it, you evacuated and tried again under<br />
better circumstance.<br />
This was what he needed to do now, she was safe and well and<br />
not likely to be moving anywhere overnight, he would stay in<br />
Birmingham and travel tomorrow.<br />
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Chapter ThirtySix<br />
After a bit of research on his new phone, he couldn’t believe<br />
Ricky had been so right on this one as well. He found the best train<br />
to get was ten past nine, it would take him to Euston where he had<br />
to get over to London Bridge and on to Brighton. The journey was<br />
down for three hours twenty minutes including the changeover, he<br />
wished it could have been a lot quicker.<br />
He was desperate to see her, hold her and tell her everything<br />
was okay. Vitaly was dead, the news confirmed a body had been<br />
found. Thankfully only one, he knew Yuri wasn’t there because he<br />
had seen the story further down the schedule of the supposed<br />
gangland killing of a leading figure in the Russian underworld. It<br />
was reported he was unnamed but the eyewitness who they spoke<br />
to said he had been huge, this was all Tom needed to hear. He<br />
wondered if Ricky had a hand in this, but decided he couldn’t<br />
have.<br />
The train finally left, late as he expected it to be and he was<br />
glad to be underway. He had been up all night coughing up thick<br />
brown shit and blood, he was in pain but was down to his last few<br />
tablets, he wanted to be in a decent state when they met so he held<br />
off taking them until he was nearby. The swaying motion was<br />
making him nauseous and he struggled into the toilet in case he<br />
threw up. He was supposed to be getting a tube between Euston<br />
and London Bridge but he wasn’t in any fit state to tackle the<br />
London underground system with its crowds and escalators. He<br />
would get a cab from the rank outside, it would be gone half ten so<br />
it shouldn’t be too crowded.<br />
While he was sitting on the toilet pan, no intention of going,<br />
he took out the phone, he had left the picture on the main screen.<br />
He had received a few texts from Ricky but hadn’t bothered to<br />
check them out. He was frustrated that he was still using the old<br />
contact number, he was probably safe from suspicion but to be<br />
absolutely sure Tom wanted him to ditch the current phone and<br />
leave it to him to get back in touch.<br />
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The first message was a simple did you get the email okay,<br />
and was it her?<br />
The second asked if he was going to Brighton now, he could<br />
check the trains and stuff if he wanted him to, and the last one was<br />
concerned, was he okay. He hadn’t replied, was there anything he<br />
could do?<br />
The whole radio silence thing was farcical at this point so he<br />
saw no harm in making a call. He didn’t like to think of Ricky as<br />
worrying unnecessarily, so he went through the three numbers in<br />
his contacts and hit the one for Ricky. Well, one of the ones for<br />
Ricky. There were three, his actual number, the one he was<br />
supposed to have dumped and the next one in his conveyor belt of<br />
phones. As he waited for him to answer he had a coughing fit, he<br />
leant forward over the small basin and spat more of the coffee<br />
coloured phlegm up, as he did so Ricky answered. He heard the<br />
terrible racking sound and was concerned.<br />
“Tom, you okay Bruv? I’ve been trying to get you by text, I<br />
was shitting it.”<br />
He gasped for air as he tried to speak, when it did come out it<br />
was gravelly, almost unrecognisable as his voice.<br />
“I’m okay Rick, I stayed in Birmingham and I’m heading to<br />
Brighton now on the train. I’ll let you know when I’m there, that<br />
she’s safe. Then you have to dump this phone Rick, I mean it.”<br />
“Well, okay, as long as you let me know it’s all good, you saw<br />
the photo? It’s her ain't it?”<br />
“Yeah, defo mate, well done for this Rick, you’re a star.<br />
Honestly, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I thank the<br />
heavens I did, I gotta go, be in touch, yeah.”<br />
The line went dead and he leant over the basin again to hawk<br />
up what was in his throat. The whole thing had left him completely<br />
spent, and he had a long journey ahead of him, he managed to get<br />
back to his seat and tried to rest as much as he could.<br />
The rest of the journey was a blur, there had been a brief delay<br />
due to signal problems and he had worried he’d miss the Brighton<br />
train. Even taking into account the extra time a cab was likely to<br />
take he still had roughly forty minutes to get from Euston to<br />
London Bridge.<br />
The cab journey was a white-knuckle ride, as he’d told the<br />
cabbie about his impending train’s time and he was after a<br />
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generous tip for getting him there. The jerky motion as they swept<br />
round corners and roundabouts only made things feel worse. He<br />
was done in by the time he sat on his train, relief flooding through<br />
him.<br />
He had been aware of a dull ache in the small of his back all<br />
day and the constant coughing was making it worse, his inhaler<br />
wasn’t having any effect on his lungs capacity and he was craving<br />
the pain relief like a jacked up junkie. In many ways he was an<br />
addict by this point and he could have been mistaken for one as his<br />
hair had lengthened and his cheeks had sunk. He was scruffy by<br />
his own standards, even Welsh Dave would have crossed the road<br />
to avoid him and he was a fucking mess all of the time.<br />
The train was pretty quiet, this wasn’t an especially good day<br />
for Brighton, mid-week and raining, it was colder than one would<br />
expect for late March. Tom wasn’t complaining, it gave him room<br />
to relax and spread out, his broken leg had to be kept straight out in<br />
front anyway. He had almost managed to doze off as the train<br />
reached its terminus, typical he thought, but he was excited by the<br />
chance to see Saffy and quickly shook of the disappointment of a<br />
lost chance to sleep.<br />
He gave the cab driver the address and wasn’t too impressed<br />
when he punched it into a Satnav. He thought they were supposed<br />
to spend years learning this stuff, although his Pakistani driver<br />
hadn’t been in the country long enough to learn his way round, and<br />
as long as it got him there in quick time, he could have cared less.<br />
He had a serious coughing fit in the back of the car and the<br />
driver was worried he was about to cop it in the back of his cab.<br />
Tom tried reassured him he was fine, although the amount of blood<br />
in his phlegm would have been enough to illustrate exactly how ill<br />
he was. By the time they pulled up, he was just glad to have got<br />
him there without a side trip to the local hospital, which ironically<br />
was where he should have been anyway for various reasons. He<br />
paid the driver with a twenty and told him to keep it, for a sixpound<br />
trip this was unheard of, and from such an untidy looking<br />
individual.<br />
He was a few doors away from the actual address, and he<br />
struggled along on his crutches, looking down the short paths at the<br />
door numbers it turned out he was on the wrong side of the road.<br />
He was looking at even numbers so he crossed over the road<br />
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slowly, nearly being knocked down by a couple of teenagers on<br />
mopeds. They swore at him as they sped by, he wasn’t interested<br />
In them and carried on. He saw the number 23 on the nearest door,<br />
he was struggling with the effort of forcing himself forward on his<br />
crutches. He had tunnel vision at this stage, he just had to get to the<br />
door, press flat 1 and he’d done it.<br />
As he leant against the window ledge next to the door, he smiled,<br />
and pushed the bell. No one came, he pressed it again. After<br />
another coughing fit, still nothing. He pressed the other bell,<br />
maybe they had got the flat number wrong? He didn’t even know<br />
where the information came from so why trust it implicitly? He<br />
was feeling the cold as he waited for an answer; he pressed both<br />
buttons and banged on the letterbox in case the bells were out of<br />
order. He knelt on the brown mat and shouted through the<br />
letterbox, he was coughing and spluttering as he did so and his<br />
shouting attracted a neighbour.<br />
“Who are you looking for love? The lady’s been in a bit of<br />
trouble, she’s in the hospital.”<br />
His heart sank, had he misread the situation so badly, had they<br />
found her already, before he had been able to act.<br />
“Saffy, the black girl? You say she’s in hospital? Which one?”<br />
The woman shook her head.<br />
“No, not the young lady upstairs, she’s just gone to visit her. It<br />
was Sally who got attacked, a junkie or something, horrible all the<br />
same, mind you I think she’s called Sandra, the young black girl.”<br />
His heart was beating out of his chest, he couldn’t take this<br />
constant tension, he was relieved and disappointed in the same<br />
breath. She was safe, using an alias most likely, but not here, not<br />
yet, she couldn’t be at the hospital all day surely? It was midafternoon,<br />
surely she had to come home to eat and stuff.<br />
He thanked the lady for her time, she looked at him<br />
suspiciously as he walked back down the road toward the park. She<br />
was most likely going to notify the local neighbourhood watch of<br />
his presence he thought, he couldn’t blame her, not with the shit<br />
state he was in right now.<br />
The elation had gone and he was left bereft of any feelings, his<br />
chest was burning from inside and the back pain was too much to<br />
bear. He would have to bite the bullet and take his final meds, he<br />
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made it to a shabby looking bench, where Sally and Stewart had<br />
sat just days ago.<br />
His hands were shaking as he pulled the brown bottle from his<br />
pocket, he was wearing a lightweight jacket usually favoured by<br />
hill walkers and the likes for their shower proof capability. They<br />
weren’t intended as a winter coat and he could feel the cold biting<br />
as he forced himself to swallow the thick yellow capsules, without<br />
water it was really very difficult and they stuck in his throat for a<br />
moment before he gagged, and this pushed them down.<br />
He settled back into the bench and waited for the drugs to kick<br />
in. He slowly relaxed as the morphine entered his system, his<br />
breathing slowed down and the absence of any pain was blissful in<br />
that moment. As he closed his eyes he congratulated himself, he<br />
had done it, he had found her and she was safe, all that was left to<br />
do was get Ellen on the phone and he would have succeeded.<br />
Jules would be happy, wherever he was, and he could rest for<br />
a while. The feeling of contentment was wonderful and seductive,<br />
he let himself drift on the wave of euphoria he felt flowing through<br />
him. As the cold bit into him he was completely unaware of his<br />
slowly fading breathing or the sudden lack of any feeling in his<br />
body, his last thought was how happy Saffy and Ellen would be<br />
now they were back together.<br />
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Chapter ThirtySeven<br />
His body was discovered by a lady walking her dog in the<br />
park, he had been very still all the while she walked around the<br />
perimeter of the park. She noticed him there because she was on<br />
alert since the recent attack. They had been in the park before it<br />
happened she’d been told. She wasn’t sure why she eventually<br />
spoke to him, maybe the lack of any vapour cloud as he breathed<br />
made her suspicious, or she was just feeling neighbourly and was<br />
worried he would be cold, his jacket didn’t look too warm.<br />
The police came and they found his wallet, he had a number<br />
with a 01432 code to be called in an emergency. He also had a<br />
driver’s licence and an unusually large amount of cash. While the<br />
ambulance came to take him away, Saffy passed the end of the<br />
park. She still wasn’t happy to go through the park and the police<br />
dealing with what seemed to be an unconscious wino was all the<br />
reason she needed to bypass it completely. She wouldn’t have<br />
recognised him anyway, he was a shadow of the man she had<br />
known, he was just a grey looking corpse lacking anything of the<br />
man Tom had once been.<br />
The police suspected the money was stolen or funding a drug<br />
deal until they dialled the number and were surprised when he was<br />
identified correctly, but not as a vagrant, but as a serving British<br />
soldier. Within hours, a green van arrived with a couple of very<br />
serious looking men, not in uniform. The body wasn’t sent through<br />
the normal channels and by the end of the shift, it was all done and<br />
dusted, the paperwork was sent to a special desk up London and<br />
that was that.<br />
Tom was buried in the plot across from Jules in the graveyard<br />
in Hereford. He was well represented by ex and serving military,<br />
along with a brother no one had known existed and his childhood<br />
mentor, who a few had heard about.<br />
Ellen was there and was surprised to find herself tearful. The<br />
eulogy given by Ricky was packed with emotion and her heart<br />
broke for the young lad, as he explained how they had been<br />
unaware of each other up until the very end of Tom’s life. He<br />
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spoke of his pride and respect for everything he had stood for, that<br />
he had learned the true depth of friendship and duty, and would be<br />
a better man for the short time he’d had Tom in his life.<br />
There was the usual speech from the commander, but this was<br />
expected and no one paid much attention to his words anymore,<br />
not in this place. Ricky was red faced and puffy eyed as they left<br />
the church and went down to the local pub where a wake had been<br />
arranged. Ricky was footing the bill for everything and they had<br />
every intention of sending him off in style. What touched Ricky<br />
most was the honour afforded Tom. He assumed dying of cancer<br />
would leave him without the ceremony of a military burial but this<br />
wasn’t the case.<br />
As he listened to the men around him share tales of scrapes<br />
they had been in with Tom and Jules, a lady he had seen in the<br />
church came over to speak to him.<br />
“Hello love, my names Ellen. I was an old friend of your<br />
brothers, I just wanted to say you touched me with your words, he<br />
would have been proud of you today.”<br />
She patted the back of his hand and walked out into the rainy<br />
afternoon. He tried to remember who Ellen was, but he was<br />
distracted by the offer of a fresh pint. Ricky was absolutely<br />
buzzing by the end of the evening, he had spent the whole day in<br />
the company of some of the world’s best soldiers and heard tales of<br />
Tom’s bravery and skill. He stayed the night in a room above the<br />
pub with Ben, and travelled home in the morning talking Ben’s<br />
ears off about all he had heard.<br />
The investigation into the bombing had gone nowhere, the fact<br />
Vitaly and his lieutenant had died within half an hour of each other<br />
made it seem likely it was gang related. They went through the<br />
motions but no one was too upset by the loss and it petered out<br />
quite quickly.<br />
The spooks went on to investigate the bomb maker but came<br />
up blank as no one was in town with the suspected skills for this<br />
work. The Russians themselves assumed it had been tit for tat, the<br />
remaining guys had told them about Yuri’s execution and they<br />
assumed he had set the bomb up before he got hit.<br />
No one was looking elsewhere and Ricky was home free. The<br />
only one who was in no doubt about the whole thing was Mo, he<br />
had seen CCTV footage of Ricky in a white van outside the<br />
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uilding on the morning of the attack. He wiped it straight away,<br />
having some insight into what had caused this attack, he realised<br />
Vitaly was no loss to humanity. He figured Tom had merely<br />
carried out a public service as his last act, it was one less problem<br />
for the overworked security services to deal with.<br />
Ricky did eventually dump the phone after a week. He had<br />
been waiting patiently for Tom to get in touch, so when he got a<br />
call saying he’d been found in the park he couldn’t face throwing it<br />
away. It was the last thing he had spoken to him on, and he was a<br />
sentimental fool at times. Ben eventually convinced him it was<br />
what Tom would have wanted.<br />
The whole thing hit Ricky harder than he could have<br />
imagined, his uncle and his partner dying had been difficult, he<br />
couldn’t really remember Mums death, but this was all consuming<br />
to him. He made arrangements for a nice headstone once the<br />
ground had settled enough for it to take the weight, and he<br />
arranged for the council to put a new bench on the spot he was<br />
found. A donation of five grand to a local charity of their choice<br />
helped, as did the five hundred pound to the councillor in charge of<br />
these things. On it was a simple dedication, it just read, My<br />
Brother Tom, nothing else was necessary.<br />
In all the furore Saffy was completely forgotten, Ricky<br />
assumed they had met and she would have gone away. Hence, no<br />
show at the funeral and when he realised who Ellen was, it wasn’t<br />
the right time to ask how it had all gone. In reality, the fact she<br />
hadn’t mentioned her at all was clearly an indicator that it wasn’t a<br />
good topic for her right now. She was included in the list of friends<br />
and colleagues that were sent details of the bench and the charities<br />
that Tom‘s name had been associated with. A women’s refuge<br />
seemed right to Ricky even if it did get some odd remarks from<br />
those who knew Tom, but charity was charity, so who were they to<br />
argue and an injured serviceman’s organisation which needed no<br />
explanation. Ellen had been devastated by Tom’s death, selfishly<br />
because she was worried about what he had not been able to do,<br />
was Saffy still out there in danger? She didn’t know who to ask,<br />
and with Tom gone, the last link to Jules was now severed.<br />
With the address of where to go on the small card sent by<br />
Ricky, she set out one day by train to lay some flowers on the<br />
bench. He would have been well aware he was dying when he took<br />
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on her mission but he said nothing, and she was sure he would<br />
have been leaving no stone unturned in his quest, regardless of his<br />
own health.<br />
It was a four and half hour journey, so she booked herself into<br />
a sea front B&B. She had never been before and thought she might<br />
like a day in the famous antiques market after her respects had<br />
been paid. It was a warm sunny day as she climbed out of a taxi<br />
beside the entrance to the park, she hadn’t carried the flowers all<br />
the way from Leeds, she got a big spray at the station in London.<br />
Her hay fever was playing havoc with her eyes and the flowers<br />
weren’t exactly alleviating the problem. She walked through the<br />
gate and walked to the nearest bench, it was too old to be Tom’s,<br />
so she went around the perimeter of the park looking at each one,<br />
there were twelve in all.<br />
Saffy had been too busy fussing over Sally and getting her<br />
spare room ready for the baby to pay any attention to what was<br />
going on. She had heard about the dead vagrant, she thought she<br />
may have seen it at the time, but the new bench wasn’t of any<br />
interest. She was eight months gone now, and with Sally finally<br />
able to come home next week she was in good spirits. Things<br />
could be better she mused, but so could anyone’s life and from<br />
where she had run from to now, it was a virtual Paradise these<br />
days.<br />
Her appointment with Mali had been the usual dross. They<br />
didn’t have anything practical to discuss until the baby came now,<br />
and her new position as Sally’s carer was keeping her mind off of<br />
any problems she may have had that could have depressed her for,<br />
now at least.<br />
She thought about dad every now and then but kept putting off<br />
getting in touch. She had now decided the baby would be the ideal<br />
icebreaker, he couldn’t be angry with a beautiful new<br />
granddaughter to dote on. She had asked the sex at the last scan<br />
and she and Sally sat there trying to decide on names for ages. She<br />
wanted something modern and hip and Sally was all about nature<br />
and stuff. They hadn’t reached any compromise yet, but they<br />
would and Dad would be pleased as punch to meet her. It was a<br />
nice bright day so she decided to risk the park for a change. She<br />
hadn’t done so since Sally had been attacked, but the flowers were<br />
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out and she would enjoy seeing them today, and it felt right for<br />
some reason.<br />
As she came through the bottom gate there was a woman<br />
leaning over a bench, she shook her head and stood up ready to<br />
walk towards Saffy. She seemed familiar even before she stood<br />
and Saffy assumed it was one of the neighbours, but when she<br />
turned to face her she let go of her shopping. A loud clunk sounded<br />
as the tins hit the tarmac path. The woman, Ellen, stopped dead in<br />
her tracks, too scared to believe what she was seeing. Could it<br />
really be her? Saffy looked around to see if this was a trick, was<br />
she dreaming, how could her mother be here, after all she had been<br />
through, how could she just be here, now, on this bright sunny day<br />
in the heart of Brighton? It made no sense.<br />
Ellen stared for a moment longer, she looked at her daughter<br />
in disbelief. She was heavily pregnant but otherwise looked well,<br />
her fresh beautiful face was lighting up as she smiled.<br />
“Mum, is that you?”<br />
Ellen ran over the twenty or so paces between them and<br />
grabbed her in a tight hug, sobbing into her shoulder.<br />
“Yes, my love it’s me.”<br />
As they stood on the spot for what felt like ages locked in an<br />
embrace, Ellen looked to the sky and silently sent a thank you, to<br />
Tom,<br />
The End<br />
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