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bird. She’s undercover police…”
His face was like stone as I relayed the story, his emotions impossible to read. Finally, I had finished.
“I appreciate you coming straight to me, son. That goes a long way to proving that you’re not a rat.”
The implication wasn’t lost on me. I hadn’t fully proved myself, then.
“Now be honest. What does she know, about me, about any of it.”
“I’ve been racking my brains all the way over here,” I said truthfully. “The only thing I’ve ever said is that I ‘don’t earn legally’. And I met her the night I met you, at the boxing match. That’s all she has to go on. Nothing more.”
“Has she been alone in your gaff?”
“Yeah, she has. The only thing there that could cause a problem is the gun. It’s still there.”
I had fallen into my old army habit of checking it every day, so I was confident that the gun was still in place.
“She have a key?”
“No.”
He paused, thinking.
“We should be alright on the gun. If she’d have found it, she’d have done something about it. My guess is that she broke up with you because you weren’t providing her with enough intel. She’s probably trying to shag Chopper or someone, now.”
I felt a stab of anger. Nicole would never do that! But she would, of course she would. She’d done it to me, hadn’t she?
“As far as she goes, I’ll put the word out that the filth are sniffing around, trying to set a honey trap. The boys want to fuck her, they’re more than welcome to, as long as they keep their gobs shut.”
I felt sick.
“As far as you go, though…”
“Yes?”
Here it was. The rub. There was no way Terry wasn’t going to turn this to his advantage.
“I need to know that you’re in. Fully in. You take out that cunt Callaghan, at his house. In and out, shot to the head, no messing. Use the gun you have on you, not the one in your flat.”
“No problem,” I said, resigned. I hadn’t decided if I wanted to do it or not, but now I had no choice. If I refused, Terry would think I was working with the police.
“Good. I’ll take care of things at the car sales, ensure a future for that little lad out there.”
He smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile. He looked like a cat that had got the canary.
“You’ll be a good fit on the team, Mason,” he said. “Being ex-army and all. Some of the lads, they get a bit squeamish about the wet work side of things, but now I have you - all my troubles are over….”
And mine were just beginning. I could read Terry’s message as clearly as if he had spoken it out loud. Callaghan would be my first kill, but not my only one. With Damon as his hostage to fortune, Terry would send me to kill anybody that got in his way.
Because of Nicole’s betrayal, I was now a hit man.
Nicole
It was strange, to be back at the station. The building that had once felt like home. Now it was like another world. I looked around at them all, carbon copies of Thompson, so sure that everything they did was right, and everyone else was wrong. I hated them. I hated myself.
“So, as you know,” Thompson began, relatively sober for once, “PC Mills was blown.”
“Yeah, by Jake the tramp,” someone scoffed.
“Unfortunately, she’d not discovered anything useful up to that point,” he continued, smugly. He was loving it, of course. Thompson was the only one that knew Mason and I had been more than just friends, and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing me get my comeuppance - and seeing me away from Mason.
“However, all is not lost. Our snitch is still good.”
That surprised me.
“There’s a snitch?” I said. “Why wasn’t I told about this?”
“Why would you be told?” Thompson retorted. “It wasn’t part of your assignment. But yes, we have a snitch in Terry’s camp. Some woman that he was shagging. It seemed our boy Terry promised her the world, but instead he gave her a crappy job in his shit hole pub. A woman scorned, as
His face was like stone as I relayed the story, his emotions impossible to read. Finally, I had finished.
“I appreciate you coming straight to me, son. That goes a long way to proving that you’re not a rat.”
The implication wasn’t lost on me. I hadn’t fully proved myself, then.
“Now be honest. What does she know, about me, about any of it.”
“I’ve been racking my brains all the way over here,” I said truthfully. “The only thing I’ve ever said is that I ‘don’t earn legally’. And I met her the night I met you, at the boxing match. That’s all she has to go on. Nothing more.”
“Has she been alone in your gaff?”
“Yeah, she has. The only thing there that could cause a problem is the gun. It’s still there.”
I had fallen into my old army habit of checking it every day, so I was confident that the gun was still in place.
“She have a key?”
“No.”
He paused, thinking.
“We should be alright on the gun. If she’d have found it, she’d have done something about it. My guess is that she broke up with you because you weren’t providing her with enough intel. She’s probably trying to shag Chopper or someone, now.”
I felt a stab of anger. Nicole would never do that! But she would, of course she would. She’d done it to me, hadn’t she?
“As far as she goes, I’ll put the word out that the filth are sniffing around, trying to set a honey trap. The boys want to fuck her, they’re more than welcome to, as long as they keep their gobs shut.”
I felt sick.
“As far as you go, though…”
“Yes?”
Here it was. The rub. There was no way Terry wasn’t going to turn this to his advantage.
“I need to know that you’re in. Fully in. You take out that cunt Callaghan, at his house. In and out, shot to the head, no messing. Use the gun you have on you, not the one in your flat.”
“No problem,” I said, resigned. I hadn’t decided if I wanted to do it or not, but now I had no choice. If I refused, Terry would think I was working with the police.
“Good. I’ll take care of things at the car sales, ensure a future for that little lad out there.”
He smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile. He looked like a cat that had got the canary.
“You’ll be a good fit on the team, Mason,” he said. “Being ex-army and all. Some of the lads, they get a bit squeamish about the wet work side of things, but now I have you - all my troubles are over….”
And mine were just beginning. I could read Terry’s message as clearly as if he had spoken it out loud. Callaghan would be my first kill, but not my only one. With Damon as his hostage to fortune, Terry would send me to kill anybody that got in his way.
Because of Nicole’s betrayal, I was now a hit man.
Nicole
It was strange, to be back at the station. The building that had once felt like home. Now it was like another world. I looked around at them all, carbon copies of Thompson, so sure that everything they did was right, and everyone else was wrong. I hated them. I hated myself.
“So, as you know,” Thompson began, relatively sober for once, “PC Mills was blown.”
“Yeah, by Jake the tramp,” someone scoffed.
“Unfortunately, she’d not discovered anything useful up to that point,” he continued, smugly. He was loving it, of course. Thompson was the only one that knew Mason and I had been more than just friends, and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing me get my comeuppance - and seeing me away from Mason.
“However, all is not lost. Our snitch is still good.”
That surprised me.
“There’s a snitch?” I said. “Why wasn’t I told about this?”
“Why would you be told?” Thompson retorted. “It wasn’t part of your assignment. But yes, we have a snitch in Terry’s camp. Some woman that he was shagging. It seemed our boy Terry promised her the world, but instead he gave her a crappy job in his shit hole pub. A woman scorned, as
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