Mike Dixon

„Don‟t you want to know what sort of games we‟ll be
playing?‟
„I gotta have my fix.‟
Her tongue hung out and she started to froth at the
mouth.
It was a special skill that she had perfected but Barry
was unmoved by the performance.
„Don‟t you want to know about party, darling?‟
Janet looked out of the window. They‟d made no attempt
to blindfold her or hide their identities. That was worrying.
Drug dealers have few scruples about killing people. They
take out the opposition, they take out people who cheat on
them and they take out undercover agents who can‟t be
bribed.
The van passed the National Library, continued towards
the old parliamentary complex then turned down a narrow
lane. After a short distance it stopped. The driver got out
and Janet heard a gate being unlocked. She recognized the
place as the former National Archives – a warren of under-
ground passages, once stacked with documents, now vacated.
Barry turned to speak.
„This is where we‟ll be having our party, darling. Our
friend Footsie is already here and so is one of your friends.
We‟ll be asking questions and, when you don‟t answer,
Footsie will play games with her. I think you know about
Footsie and what he does to the friends of people who
won‟t cooperate.‟
Janet resolved to remove Footsie from circulation.
„The nice thing about our venue is that there aren‟t no
neighbors,‟ Barry continued to torment her. „We can make
as much noise as we like and nobody will phone the police
to complain.‟
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