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life. The office was in darkness now and the purple glow radiated under the boards that sealed the storeroom.
     
    FINAL ROUND
     
    Is your brother, Abdul Hamid, a rapist and murderer?
     
    I didn’t expect him to think about it for so long. For me, the worst part was that he didn’t answer at all. We checked him on camera; he was just staring at the screen.
     
    YOUR “PHONE A FRIEND” OPTION IS AVAILABLE.
    Would you like to use it now?
     
    YES.
    All fifteen lights were now blazing. The heat must have been excruciating in that box. Norman and I watched the screen as Skype connected. Gerradine had assured me that Hamid would be at home waiting for his chance to sell his story for a six-figure sum.
    “ Hello. Abdul here,” I felt the rage as soon as I saw his smiling face in that little box on the screen. “Imran? Is that you? What the fuck...Imran! Where are you?”
    “ Brother,” his voice was weak, “what did you do brother?”
    “ What do you mean? Imran what the fuck is happening?”
    “ You did this to me Abdul. Allah is angry.”
    “ Imran!” Abdul was screaming now, on his feet, shaking his laptop as if it might wake up his brother, “Imran!”
    I flicked the network switch and lay Norman on the desk as I felt the heated air brush my face. I can only imagine what that bastard thought when he saw me. He certainly didn’t say anything. We just stared at each other. We were four thousand miles apart yet only inches separated us. I had been over and over, in my head, what I was going to say to this bastard, this, this coward. Yet it all fell away. Devoured by the rage. I pulled Adela’s phone from my pocket, never once taking my eyes off Hamid, I pressed the call button and I could here the tinny noise of a phone ringing on the screen. He glanced sideways, looking visibly shocked. It wasn’t his mobile phone ringing this time. It was his home phone. He knew I had him. His face disappeared from the screen. The connection cut.
    Whilst Abdul Hamid hurriedly packed whatever he could fit into his suitcase, Norman set to work removing his brother’s teeth, one by one, with a heavy-duty pair of pliers.
    When Hamid was frantically trying to hail a taxi on Prince’s Street. Norman was already in a cab, heading to the taxidermist’s shop.
    As Hamid fled the city, heading West, Norman released the five hundred or so Dermestid beetles into the box.
    By the time Hamid awoke in the Grand Station Hotel, Glasgow, his brother was half eaten.
    Whilst Hamid ate his evening meal in the dining room, the beetles were down to the bones.
    As Albert and I packed our cash into the backpack ready to leave, Serge’s man sat in his Range Rover outside of the Grand Station Hotel, Glasgow.
     
     
    Chapter 15.
     
    “ This whole thing has turned into one huge bloody farce,” Pearson screamed at Dick, “I thought you said that he’d set up home? Now you’re telling me that he’s done another runner?”
    “ It looks that way,” replied Dick, sheepishly.
    “ With all due respect, Bill,” Gerradine intervened, “this isn’t our fault, none of it. We are trying our best to help here and I don’t think shouting at either of us is going to help matters.”
    Dick glanced at Gerradine, the expression on his face as though Gerradine had just called the headmaster a twat. Pearson looked down at his open laptop before taking his seat again. He held his head in his hands and sighed.
    “ OK. I apologise. I’m sorry if I’ve been a little bit...over-reactive. But remember gentlemen, there is a hell of a lot at stake here. If we can carry this off we’ll all be very well rewarded, but if we fail we face the very real prospect of going to prison,” Pearson relented.
    “ What I don’t understand is why Hamid has apparently left in such a hurry,” remarked Dick, “I mean, we are the only people who knew where he was.”
    Gerradine felt himself blushing, he was ready to blame the whisky, but no one else noticed.
    “ I have a bad