Blood Sisters: Part 3 of 3: Can a pledge made for life endure beyond death?. Julie Shaw

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       Chapter 24

      The lock-up still smelt of good, honest business. Of engine oil and petrol. Of hard graft and rubber. As it would. It was still haunted by the remnants of the past, when it had been the place where Mo had first plied his trade. Proper trade it had been, too – he’d sold car parts and tyres, almost all of it legit. Many moons ago, this had been, back when Paddy was just a boy and at a time before Mo realised that there was a great deal more money to be made on the wrong side of the law.

      It was growing dark. There was no longer any electricity or running water, and the only light was what was filtering through the long-ago smashed-out windows, leaking in, along with the ivy and taller weeds. But that was fine. There was still plenty of daylight available. Plenty enough for him to complete his secret mission.

      Secret mission. A bit rich, that, but he liked it, even so. Even as he was aware of his own grandiosity, he liked that his brain was so fucking razor-sharp. He shut the doors again, vaguely conscious of Vicky wrenching herself from his grasp, crossing the cavernous empty space and kicking up dust. He hoped she had the intelligence to understand why this was necessary.

      Clearly not. ‘For fuck’s sake, Pad!’ she yelled at him, her voice shrill and aggressive. ‘What the fuck are you on! For Christ’s sake, untie him!’

      Paddy studied Gurdy with scientific interest as he approached him. Still in pain, obviously. Still groaning. Still bleeding. Still staring at him, wide-eyed, from behind the drool and blood-soaked gag.

      ‘Had any flashbacks yet, you black cunt?’ he asked him brightly. The words boomed and echoed in the shell of the building. ‘Eh?’ he said, rather liking the way his voice filled the space. Like he was in a Bond movie, almost.

      Vicky had sunk down beside Gurdy, and was trying to lift his head up. ‘He can’t answer you!’ she screamed at him. ‘Untie him right now, Paddy! God, I can’t believe what you’ve done. He’s my fucking friend!’

      Paddy felt something shift in his stomach. Not like Gurdy – filthy cunt that he was – just a shifting of possibilities. How dare she stick up for this sneaking fucking grass? Even now. Even after he’d explained everything. ‘Are you right in the head?’ he barked at her. ‘I’ve just told you, Vic. He’s been on a right fucking grassing spree! Thinks I’m as thick as him and Jimmy, he does,’ he added. And would have added more, but she was screaming at him again.

      ‘No!’ she yelled, clambering up off her knees and heading towards him. ‘He wouldn’t do that. Christ, Paddy, you’re not thinking straight. Please take that thing off. Please take that thing off.’ She was trying to get round him now. ‘Take it off so he can explain.’

      Paddy caught movement just behind her. The lying fucker was actually trying to nod! It made him want to hit him all over again. He clenched his fists. ‘Explain?’ he roared. Why the fuck didn’t Vicky get it?

      He reached into his jeans, immediately clear what was needed. He pulled out his coke stash and set up three lines on the nearest window ledge.

      ‘For fuck’s sake!’ Vicky squeaked. He ignored her. He snorted them fast and then carefully wiped his nose. Then turned around to see Vicky frantically tugging at the rope he’d used to tie up Gurdy.

      Not that she’d succeed. Because he’d tied it like a pro. So he could leave her to it while he did another couple of lines. But it was the principle. Always the principle. Such arrogance. Such fucking disloyalty. Who was her fucking boyfriend here? Who mattered most?

      ‘You stupid cow,’ he growled as he stomped across the floor. Bits of glass crunched like cornflakes beneath his boots. He grabbed her by the shoulder, then grasped an arm and tried to hurl her out of reach, but as she’d grabbed the chair back, it toppled and crashed onto its side as she slumped in a heap a yard away.

      Since Gurdip’s head was on the floor now, he kicked it.

      Vicky sobbed. A sort of keening noise. ‘Keep out of this, Vic, I mean it. Stop trying to interfere. I only brought you here to hear his confession. Because when I get nicked, and I will, you can depend on that – see what you’ve done to me? – I want everyone to know that it was this fucker who saw to it.’

      Vicky was whimpering on the floor now. Like she still didn’t get it. ‘Please, Paddy,’ she said, ‘I’m begging you. Just take that thing off his mouth. Please. Look. He can hardly breathe.’

      She’d started crawling. Like an insect. Across the dusty, rubbish-strewn floor. Soon her face was only inches away from Gurdy’s.

      Was he breathing? Paddy stood and watched Gurdy’s chest rise and fall. In and out. In and out. Yes, he was.

      ‘Don’t worry about that, babes,’ СКАЧАТЬ