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Название: Best of British Crime 3 E-Book Bundle
Автор: Paul Finch
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Полицейские детективы
isbn: 9780007532414
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At least, he assumed he was paid up.
When the man in the orange mask next spoke, he confirmed that this was the case.
‘Apparently we’re in full receipt of the cash, Mr Blenkinsop,’ he said, slipping a mobile phone back into his overalls pocket. ‘It’s all cleared. So as far as we’re concerned, our transaction is complete. You’ll never hear from us again, except in the occasional discreet mail drop, which is the only way you’ll be able to request our services a second time.’
Blenkinsop nodded. The mere thought of getting involved with these characters again was enough to make him faint. Just having them in such close proximity to him, and knowing what they were capable of, made him want to turn and run for his life.
‘You can drive home from here, yeah?’
Again, Blenkinsop nodded. ‘Yes …’ he whispered. ‘Yes, I’ll be fine.’
‘And your wife won’t ask any questions?’
Good Lord, Yvonne! Blenkinsop hadn’t thought about her once during today’s activities. Even now that it was all over, it was agony to do so.
‘She’s … er, she’s abroad with my daughter,’ he said.
‘Course, it doesn’t really matter whether she does or doesn’t,’ the one in the purple mask added. ‘It doesn’t matter if anyone asks you any questions. You know the answers you need to give.’
‘Yes.’
‘You’re a client of ours, Mr Blenkinsop,’ Orange added. ‘And we respect you for that. Not many men would have the bottle to do what you’ve done. But we’re not in the liking or trusting business. Bear this in mind – you don’t know anything about us, but we know an awful lot about you. Where you live, where you work, where you socialise. And it’s going to stay that way. From now on, we’ll be keeping you under covert surveillance. Not all the time obviously, but you’ll never know when we’re there and when we’re not. This is another of those insurance things, I’m sure you understand.’
Blenkinsop couldn’t speak; he simply nodded again.
‘If there’s any indication that you … shall we say, even feel tempted to discuss things that you shouldn’t be discussing – with anyone at all – then be prepared to suffer a very severe repercussion.’
Blenkinsop would have swallowed, but he had no spittle left in his mouth.
‘That’s not a threat, by the way. It’s just the way things are. So don’t go off disliking us. After all, you’re a man after our own heart.’
Blenkinsop smiled weakly, then lurched around and marched to his Audi. Climbing in, he found the keys in the ignition, switched the engine on and drove away. It was only ten miles from here to London. At this late hour, it should be plain sailing. Yet he already knew it would be the darkest, loneliest road he’d ever taken.
When Heck woke that morning, the first thing he thought was that he was being hit over the head with a plank. The next thing, he was bewildered to hear the sound of someone clattering around in his kitchen. He squinted with pain-fuzzed vision at the bedside clock; it wasn’t yet eight, but there was no doubt there was somebody else here. He got up shakily – slightly nauseous, his mouth lined with fur – and stumbled down the hall, which was filled with the scent of grilled bacon.
‘Morning,’ Gemma said from in front of the range, where she was juggling pots and pans.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘You don’t remember?’
‘I, er …’ Slowly and sluggishly, his memories of the previous night began to return. ‘Oh, yeah … ouch.’ He touched his forehead delicately.
‘How’s your head?’ she asked, opening and closing the cutlery drawer seemingly as loudly as she could.
‘This is one of those occasions when I think I could live without it.’
‘You smell like a camel.’
He glanced down and saw that he was still wearing his jeans, t-shirt and socks from the night before, all rumpled and sweat soaked. ‘You put me to bed?’
‘Who else?’
‘Didn’t bother getting me undressed then, eh?’
‘Making you comfortable wasn’t a priority. If I was going to sleep on your sofa, I had to get you out of the lounge.’
‘You slept on the sofa?’ Heck could scarcely believe it.
‘How do you like your eggs?’
‘Erm … poached.’
‘Okay, coming up. Bacon, beans, sausage?’
Only now did he notice the food items arrayed along the worktop. Some were still in packages. ‘Where’s this stuff come from? I haven’t got any of this in.’
‘I’ve been round the corner to the supermarket.’
‘So this is the condemned man’s last breakfast, is it?’
‘Just get a shower, Heck, get dressed, and present yourself in a fit state for duty.’
‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m actually at home here … on holiday?’
She glared at him. ‘You’ve stolen a mountain of police evidence. You’re lucky you’re not enjoying an extended holiday at Her Majesty’s pleasure. Now do as I say.’
Heck did, taking a long shower and climbing into a clean pair of shorts and a vest. When he wandered back, their two breakfasts were on the table, along with a round of toast, a jug of orange juice and a pot of coffee.
‘Just like the old days,’ he said, sitting opposite her.
‘Nothing like the old days,’ she corrected him. ‘Eat, while it’s hot.’
‘Only you could make an invitation to breakfast sound like an order from a concentration camp guard.’ But feeling refreshed and suddenly hungry, he tucked in.
She watched him as he ate, barely picking at her own food. ‘First of all, let’s hear what you’ve got,’ she finally said.
He regarded her over the rim of his coffee cup. ‘What do you mean?’
‘After all these months and months of backbreaking work, with no tangible results, what reason is there to persist with this enquiry? You must have a reason.’
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