Mick arrived back at the room in the early hours as promised and he was buzzing.
“Employee of the month award goes to moi! I have only gone and asked her out to dinner tonight and I will be picking her up at her house. I told her it wasn’t a date so don’t look at me like that!” He quickly added. “I said that my girlfriend had just dumped me and asked her if I could talk it through with her and get some tips on how to win her back. She jumped at the chance and mentioned her ex. Said he’s done the dirty on her but that she still loved him but added that he was mixed up in some heavy shit and that she did not want to be a part of that. I told the German and Dani that I was leaving in the morning to return to Ireland, said I’d been living there for the past ten years with my lass, Oona. Fucking Oona, I crack myself up. They must have bought it though because they didn’t ask me any questions and, hopefully, I won’t be linked to any part of it because they’ll be looking for a man named Warren who lives in Cork.”
I slapped him on the back. “You’re a fucking star, Mick. Where does she live? We need to be able to park the van up somewhere quiet, where no one is likely to see us. I want her to walk along the street one minute and disappear the next without a trace.”
“I’ve already sussed it, Luke. Hop in the car, you drive though because I’m still pissed. I’ll show you the house and I’ll also show you the park that we will walk past to get to the pub. There’s a back road that is poorly lit and there’s no houses nearby. If I walk her that way, you can be waiting in the van. I walk towards it, you jump out the back and place a chloroform rag over her mouth. No screaming, quick and swift and job done. She’s all yours then, mate.”
Adrenaline is coursing through me giving me a buzz and a need for a line of coke. “Let’s go, I want to see this for myself so we can make sure it goes to plan. No fuck ups, Mick, I haven’t got time for any. Pez will be breathing down my neck in one week so I want this wrapped up as soon as poss.”
“Take a left here and keep going five hundred yards and then turn right and keep driving.”
“What is she doing here anyway? Did she tell you where she was working?”
“Yep. She’s a nanny to a nine-year-old girl apparently. Lives in quite a well to do area so the rent won’t be cheap and she has her own separate apartment adjoined to the house. She tells the employers fuck all so no worries about them becoming suspicious, they’ll just think she got sick and fucked off. They think she goes flower picking on weekends but what she really does is get pissed and smashed on drugs. I didn’t know she dabbled in the hard stuff.”
“Neither did I! She only ever smoked green when she was with me.”
“Turn here, drive along slowly, her house is the third on the left. Turn left after her house and drive straight down, there’s an overspill car park.”
I pull up and put the handbrake on.
“So, I will knock on her door at seven-thirty to pick her up. We walk along the road turning off where we just did. We keep walking down past this overspill, (he points to a building partially hidden by trees, approximately five hundred metres away) that’s the pub, but before we get to it, there’s the back road which leads around to the entrance of the park. No one should be parked up there. We’ll drive there now and agree on the best place for you to wait.”
And so, we drive and park up and fuck I’m pumped at the thought of having that little bitch bound and gagged in the back of this van. This was going to be a life lesson that she would not forget in a hurry.
Now, time for sleep, which was going to be easy for Mick because he’d been partying all night. It was going to be a long night driving back to the UK though, so I needed to try and get my head down.
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The alarm goes off at five-forty-five pm. I’ve been lying awake thinking everything through for the past hour while Mick slept like a baby. I turned the shower on, letting it run for a minute before shaking him awake.
“Time to get up, sleeping beauty,” I give him a gentle slap around the face.
“Fuck, I feel rough.” He mumbled, turning back over.
“Nothing a few coffees and a sarnie won’t sort, princess. Have a shower after me. I’m leaving here with ten minutes to spare. I don’t want people noticing a white van driving around, even though the plates are dodgy, if anyone starts asking around for information, I want there to be as little info as possible. Keep it neat and sweet. Tell her you might be meeting others in the pub to put her mind at rest, just do whatever it takes because we need to take her back with us.”
“No problem, boss.”
I drop Mick off three streets away and watch him as he starts walking. I drive the opposite way. We’ve arranged that I will phone him at seven-forty-five if I can’t see any sign of them, just in case she gets cold feet, or is running late, because then we’ll have to think of some other way to get to her.
I sit and wait and I start to feel nervous and wonder if I’m doing the right thing. I’ve never had to kidnap someone before. I’ve bashed a few here and there, mostly, I pay others to do the bashing and bone breaking in order to get my money and make sure that no one fucks me off, but I’ve never resorted to this. Still, desperate times call for desperate measures, and there’s no room for sentiment when it comes to business, or when it comes to me getting my head caved in if I don’t pay up!
I wait, every second feeling like an hour, with just the sound of my heart beating a rhythm that could equal galloping horses. The mattress was ready, as was the duct tape. Now I just needed the money source to show up!
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