getting a new identity, letting the world and everyone in it take care of themselves.
What can I do against scum that seem to know every move I make? Bastards!
‘No,’ he muttered. ‘Can’t just walk away from this.’
But no way can I report what’s happened here, it’ll keep me tied up for days. Give the bastards more time to bring others down, as well as me.
Who the fuck's next?
Surely somebody in the street's gotta be wondering where April and Gav are, for God's sake. Surprised it hasn’t been reported already. Someone must be wondering why Gav isn’t on his perch by the door.
Unless it’s just happened - which means the hit man could still be hanging around.
For a second, his heart leaped. No, the bodies look like they’ve been there at least a day or two. It probably happened right in the middle of their daytime TV.
He looked at the old woman in the bright clothes across the street. She’s drunk. He smiled briefly, but it was an automatic smile. Superimposed on his view of the woman was the memory of the flies buzzing around his neighbours' bodies.
I’ll phone it in from a phone box, anonymously. That way they won’t be able to link me in.
Shit! They’ll know I’ve been working on similar cases.
Oh, Jesus!
Mike sighed. The road just kept on getting steeper every corner he turned.
The assassin never felt the bullet enter the side of his neck. It was over in seconds. The bullet exploded in his windpipe, a neat kill by someone who was as meticulous as he was. His body crumpled slowly as he took his last breath, and hit the soft soil with a low thud, heard only by the old woman in the red coat. With a twitch of her lips in recognition of a job well done, she straightened up and went on her way.
At the top of the street, she was met by a young blonde woman. They spoke for a few minutes before a car, driven by a woman with a brown ponytail, pulled up and they both got in. The old woman sat in the back. She pulled off the yellow bullet-proof hat and straggly grey wig to reveal a much younger woman, a stunning brunette. She shook her hair loose as she shrugged out of the shapeless padded coat, which revealed her bullet-proof vest.
'Well done, Louise,’ said the ponytailed driver to the blonde woman in the front seat.
Very pleased that everything had gone according to plan, Louise nodded. ‘And you, Coral,’ she said over her shoulder.
‘We’ve been after that one for a good while. They’ll be well pleased back home.’ Coral's voice had a soft Scottish burr. She grinned as she rubbed her hands in satisfaction. ‘The world's a wee bit safer place now.’
The two in the front nodded. The driver, Ella, grinned at Coral. 'You can say that again. But please don’t.’
Unaware of the drama unfolding mere yards from him, Mike hurried down to his car. Once behind the wheel he took the road back to Wallsend, planning to phone the murders of April and Gav into the nearest station from there. After that, he was on his way. Nothing was going to stop him!
These freaks might think they’re above the law. But they are about to find out they ain’t above mine!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Brother David was staring at Smiler, and had been for quite a while. Smiler hadn’t moved in the last hour. After a sudden outburst of what sounded like pure gibberish, and repeatedly counting his fingers, he had been sitting ramrod straight and staring out the window.
Brother David sighed, knowing no way to help ease this child’s obviously tormented soul, and only guessing at the reasons for his neurotic behaviour. He could only pray for him. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head.
‘What the bloody----?’
Brother David’s eyes shot open. As if someone had suddenly flipped a switch, Smiler spun round. Both of them stared in awe as Aunt May struggled to sit up.
‘Don’t just bloody sit there, give me a hand,’ she demanded, glaring at them.
As Brother David jumped up to help her, Smiler hurried
What can I do against scum that seem to know every move I make? Bastards!
‘No,’ he muttered. ‘Can’t just walk away from this.’
But no way can I report what’s happened here, it’ll keep me tied up for days. Give the bastards more time to bring others down, as well as me.
Who the fuck's next?
Surely somebody in the street's gotta be wondering where April and Gav are, for God's sake. Surprised it hasn’t been reported already. Someone must be wondering why Gav isn’t on his perch by the door.
Unless it’s just happened - which means the hit man could still be hanging around.
For a second, his heart leaped. No, the bodies look like they’ve been there at least a day or two. It probably happened right in the middle of their daytime TV.
He looked at the old woman in the bright clothes across the street. She’s drunk. He smiled briefly, but it was an automatic smile. Superimposed on his view of the woman was the memory of the flies buzzing around his neighbours' bodies.
I’ll phone it in from a phone box, anonymously. That way they won’t be able to link me in.
Shit! They’ll know I’ve been working on similar cases.
Oh, Jesus!
Mike sighed. The road just kept on getting steeper every corner he turned.
The assassin never felt the bullet enter the side of his neck. It was over in seconds. The bullet exploded in his windpipe, a neat kill by someone who was as meticulous as he was. His body crumpled slowly as he took his last breath, and hit the soft soil with a low thud, heard only by the old woman in the red coat. With a twitch of her lips in recognition of a job well done, she straightened up and went on her way.
At the top of the street, she was met by a young blonde woman. They spoke for a few minutes before a car, driven by a woman with a brown ponytail, pulled up and they both got in. The old woman sat in the back. She pulled off the yellow bullet-proof hat and straggly grey wig to reveal a much younger woman, a stunning brunette. She shook her hair loose as she shrugged out of the shapeless padded coat, which revealed her bullet-proof vest.
'Well done, Louise,’ said the ponytailed driver to the blonde woman in the front seat.
Very pleased that everything had gone according to plan, Louise nodded. ‘And you, Coral,’ she said over her shoulder.
‘We’ve been after that one for a good while. They’ll be well pleased back home.’ Coral's voice had a soft Scottish burr. She grinned as she rubbed her hands in satisfaction. ‘The world's a wee bit safer place now.’
The two in the front nodded. The driver, Ella, grinned at Coral. 'You can say that again. But please don’t.’
Unaware of the drama unfolding mere yards from him, Mike hurried down to his car. Once behind the wheel he took the road back to Wallsend, planning to phone the murders of April and Gav into the nearest station from there. After that, he was on his way. Nothing was going to stop him!
These freaks might think they’re above the law. But they are about to find out they ain’t above mine!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Brother David was staring at Smiler, and had been for quite a while. Smiler hadn’t moved in the last hour. After a sudden outburst of what sounded like pure gibberish, and repeatedly counting his fingers, he had been sitting ramrod straight and staring out the window.
Brother David sighed, knowing no way to help ease this child’s obviously tormented soul, and only guessing at the reasons for his neurotic behaviour. He could only pray for him. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head.
‘What the bloody----?’
Brother David’s eyes shot open. As if someone had suddenly flipped a switch, Smiler spun round. Both of them stared in awe as Aunt May struggled to sit up.
‘Don’t just bloody sit there, give me a hand,’ she demanded, glaring at them.
As Brother David jumped up to help her, Smiler hurried
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