however, as Chalky nodded, walking with no resistance alongside his friend towards the black Ford, away from any news-cameras searching for a scoop and the house that should have been his grave.
However, the two men were unaware that it was too late.
Someone was already photographing them.
From a vantage point across the street, a camera shutter clicked as a woman snapped a series of photographs, focusing tight on the two officers walking to the car. The shot was a close-up, the woman aiming the lens to make sure she caught their weapons, their features and most importantly, the badge on the right shoulder of their navy-blue uniform.
Satisfied, she lowered the camera. She had golden skin with long brown hair and a pair of emerald green eyes that completed her Middle Eastern beauty. Dressed in a dark work-suit with a white shirt, she looked as if she’d just stepped out of a conference or a business meeting, smart and official yet effortlessly beautiful.
She was on the second floor in a house across the street, leaning on a table that had been pushed up against the window to serve as a make-shift stand. Lifting the camera again, she tracked the lens back on the two young policemen as they arrived by a black 4x4. She pushed the button, snapping two more shots in quick succession. She thought for a moment, then took two more of the licence plates of the car.
Suddenly, a noise came from behind her. In the same instant, she snapped around, a pistol in her hand that she’d pulled from a holster on her hip, reacting with electrifying speed.
She waited, the gun aimed at the doorway, her aim as steady as a rock.
But it was nothing . Just the boiler turning on, or a mouse running around in the attic, the kind of subtle noises that houses always made.
Slowly, she lowered the pistol, flicking on the safety with her thumb and slotting it back in its holster on her dark suit trousers. Turning back to the desk, she clicked open the side of the camera and pulled out a memory card.
A small netbook was resting on the table beside her. She clicked the memory card into the side of the computer, and waited for it to load. As she did so, she found herself looking at a framed photograph beside the laptop. A young couple, smiling arm-in-arm on a beach.
A series of photographs started appearing on the screen as they uploaded to the computer. Snapshots. Two unkempt men, hands cuffed behind their backs, being pushed towards a police car. Shots of the policemen in the navy blue overalls, the men with the MP5 sub-machine guns. She’d got some good close-ups. One of the officers was a good-looking young guy with blond hair and blue eyes. The woman had found herself staring at him through the view-finder of the camera. He seemed almost too handsome to be a cop, more suited to a movie set or a billboard. He stood out, a real contrast to all the other dark-featured hard-faced men down there. The rest of the photographs uploaded and were all of this police task force. She wasn’t interested in anybody else.
Reaching down, she pulled a phone from her pocket and pressed Redial , lifting it to her ear. The phone rang twice, then connected. There was a lot of noise in the background from the other end. She put her other finger to her free ear to close out any other sounds, listening closely.
‘I’ve got some news,’ she said.
‘What?’
‘The police found three of them. Two were arrested. I think one was killed.’
There was a pause.
‘ Where? ’
‘Some safe-house near Dominick’s place. I had no idea they were here. I saw it on the news. I rushed over quick as I could and took up surveillance.’
A pause.
‘ Was he there ?’
‘No.’
There was another pause on the other end of the line. She took the opportunity to tap some keys on the keyboard with her free hand, forming an email.
‘I’m sending over some photos,’ she said. ‘Most of them are of policemen from a unit I haven’t seen before. I think these guys made
However, the two men were unaware that it was too late.
Someone was already photographing them.
From a vantage point across the street, a camera shutter clicked as a woman snapped a series of photographs, focusing tight on the two officers walking to the car. The shot was a close-up, the woman aiming the lens to make sure she caught their weapons, their features and most importantly, the badge on the right shoulder of their navy-blue uniform.
Satisfied, she lowered the camera. She had golden skin with long brown hair and a pair of emerald green eyes that completed her Middle Eastern beauty. Dressed in a dark work-suit with a white shirt, she looked as if she’d just stepped out of a conference or a business meeting, smart and official yet effortlessly beautiful.
She was on the second floor in a house across the street, leaning on a table that had been pushed up against the window to serve as a make-shift stand. Lifting the camera again, she tracked the lens back on the two young policemen as they arrived by a black 4x4. She pushed the button, snapping two more shots in quick succession. She thought for a moment, then took two more of the licence plates of the car.
Suddenly, a noise came from behind her. In the same instant, she snapped around, a pistol in her hand that she’d pulled from a holster on her hip, reacting with electrifying speed.
She waited, the gun aimed at the doorway, her aim as steady as a rock.
But it was nothing . Just the boiler turning on, or a mouse running around in the attic, the kind of subtle noises that houses always made.
Slowly, she lowered the pistol, flicking on the safety with her thumb and slotting it back in its holster on her dark suit trousers. Turning back to the desk, she clicked open the side of the camera and pulled out a memory card.
A small netbook was resting on the table beside her. She clicked the memory card into the side of the computer, and waited for it to load. As she did so, she found herself looking at a framed photograph beside the laptop. A young couple, smiling arm-in-arm on a beach.
A series of photographs started appearing on the screen as they uploaded to the computer. Snapshots. Two unkempt men, hands cuffed behind their backs, being pushed towards a police car. Shots of the policemen in the navy blue overalls, the men with the MP5 sub-machine guns. She’d got some good close-ups. One of the officers was a good-looking young guy with blond hair and blue eyes. The woman had found herself staring at him through the view-finder of the camera. He seemed almost too handsome to be a cop, more suited to a movie set or a billboard. He stood out, a real contrast to all the other dark-featured hard-faced men down there. The rest of the photographs uploaded and were all of this police task force. She wasn’t interested in anybody else.
Reaching down, she pulled a phone from her pocket and pressed Redial , lifting it to her ear. The phone rang twice, then connected. There was a lot of noise in the background from the other end. She put her other finger to her free ear to close out any other sounds, listening closely.
‘I’ve got some news,’ she said.
‘What?’
‘The police found three of them. Two were arrested. I think one was killed.’
There was a pause.
‘ Where? ’
‘Some safe-house near Dominick’s place. I had no idea they were here. I saw it on the news. I rushed over quick as I could and took up surveillance.’
A pause.
‘ Was he there ?’
‘No.’
There was another pause on the other end of the line. She took the opportunity to tap some keys on the keyboard with her free hand, forming an email.
‘I’m sending over some photos,’ she said. ‘Most of them are of policemen from a unit I haven’t seen before. I think these guys made
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