Chapters (31)
- Cover
- Praise
- Author Bio
- Also by Kerry Barnes
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading
- Coming Soon
- About the Publisher
Fabian stepped forward. ‘We have passports, money, everything we need. All we have to do is take the parcels, and we will be set up with a job, a home, and money, but it has not happened, and I think if we do not get help, Serco and I will . . . ’ He nodded to the dead girl.
‘What else do you know about this Governor?’
Fabian shrugged. ‘He is the boss, a powerful man . . . an evil man.’
Mike drew in a deep breath and clenched his jaw. ‘A fucking powerful man, yeah? He’ll be a dead man when I find the fucker.’
‘Well, the police can get the CCTV from the airport, and we’ll know then,’ said Willie.
Fabian, looking exhausted, lowered his head. ‘He wore a hat, moustache, and glasses. I don’t think they will recognize him.’
‘Staff, get them to the hospital. We’ll meet you at my gaff later.’ He turned to Fabian. ‘The police will want to question you, so, for your own sake, tell them fucking everything.’
Fabian smiled and gave him a weak nod. ‘I will.’
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Mike and Willie stayed behind while Staffie helped the two men into the car and headed off to the hospital.
‘We need to search this place before we call Stoneham,’ said Mike, as he rifled through the drawers. ‘Whoever did this, hurt my boy!’
After an hour or so of turning the place upside down, they concluded that there was nothing that would lead them to the man everyone called the Governor.
As Mike called Stoneham, he knew in his mind that this would be a big test to see if Stoneham would have his back. To his satisfaction, the Police Commissioner told him that his officers would meet the two foreigners at the hospital. Before he ended the call, Stoneham sighed. ‘I knew making this agreement with you was the right thing to do. Your efforts have produced more information regarding this gang leader than we’ve managed in six months.’
But Mike wasn’t so friendly in his response. ‘I’ll tell ya this, Mr Stoneham, I might be helping you, but I need your help in return. Whatever you find out from those two fellas, I wanna know pronto.’
‘You have my word, Mr Regan.’
‘Thanks. By the way, I need a lift home. Staffie has taken the two foreign men to hospital in my car, so I’m without wheels.’
‘Forensics will be over shortly. I’ll arrange for someone to take you.’