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I make sure my gun is out of sight before I move into the view of the cameras. “I’ll be needing a word with you two soon, but now’s not the time.”
The police officers look to one another in undisguised scorn.
“What the fuck are you babbling about. A word?”
“A word about what you’ll need to do for me, to avoid me turning the CCTV tapes over to your superiors.” I raise my gaze to indicate the location of the cameras covering the bar, a system installed just a few months ago which I personally commissioned. “Unless attempted rape is part of police duties these days…”
“Rape? No one got raped. It was just a bit of fun…”
Tony has already wrapped his jacket around Jenna and settled her in a chair. She’s bleeding from her lower lip. Her cheek is swollen and bruised. She appears dazed, ready to collapse.
“I doubt any jury would agree. Do you really want to put that to the test?”
“Whoareyou?” DC Waddington seems to be, at last, grasping the nature of the situation in which he finds himself.
“Let me put it this way. You two are not nice men, but you’ll find we’re a lot less nice. And, you’re on our property, messing with our employee. You can see how this is going to end, can’t you?”
“Now look,” his sergeant begins.
I’ve heard enough. I step back, out of the range of the cameras, and the fool follows me, thinking I’m backing off. He even juts out his chin, trying to intimidate me, but all that does is provide me with an easier target. I deliver a right hook that sends him sprawling.
“Get up, and get out,” I spit, stepping around him. “You.” I direct my next remark to Waddington. “Grab that piece of shit and disappear. You can expect to be hearing from me.” A bent copper in my pocket will be sure to prove helpful at some stage.
The DC is definitely the sharper of the two. He crouches to collect up his superior, then the pair stumble towards the door. I wait until it slams behind them before turning my attention to Jenna.
Tony has got her a glass of water. Her hands are shaking as she attempts to grip it, but Tony wraps his fingers around hers to help her take a few sips.
How touching. But we have business to do here.
Tony apparently has the same idea. “So, what was all that about?” he asks.
“They…they…”
Jenna is shaking violently. I doubt we’re going to get a sensible word out of her for a while yet, and since it’s pretty clear she wasn’t doing business with the police, at least not willingly, I’ve no desire to rough her up any further. Still, we do need to know exactly what’s been going on.
I’m saved the need to offer further TLC by my phone pinging to signal an incoming text. I check the screen.
“I need to go,” I tell Tony. “Can you finish up here?” He knows what needs to be done.
“Problem?” he asks.
“Could be. An intruder at the mansion.” Our cameras in the grounds of the Savage family home, now serving as the headquarters for our operation in Glasgow and the rest of Scotland, have detected unexpected activity. “It’s probably nothing, but I’ll go back and check.”
He gives me a sharp nod, and I exit the pub. I’ll take the car and send a vehicle back to pick him up.
The mansion, formally known as Caernbro Ghyll, is the large house just outside Glasgow where the Savages lived until the current head of the family, Ethan Savage, decided to move his home and business headquarters to an isolated island in the Outer Hebrides. He purchased Caraksay, spent several million pounds on renovating and restoring the existing castle and crofts, as well as constructing a swimming pool, spa, offices, and entertainment facilities in order to accommodate his massive organisation and the men needed to run it all.
But he retained the old house as his base on the mainland, and I manage that for him, as well as heading up all his many and various interests in Scotland. I have an apartment in the mansion, and several more of our soldiers live there, too. It’s a good place for conducting business that Ethan doesn’t want to bring to his island. He prefers to retain just his closest circle on his private island and rarely welcomes visitors.
We have offices in the mansion, and storage for weapons, as well as the interrogation facilities and cells so essential to the smooth running of our business.
Intruders are not good news.
Tony
I grab a towel from the bar and dampen it under the tap, then dab the drying blood from around Jenna’s mouth. I crumple the towel into a wad and press it against her swollen cheek.
“Hold that there. It’ll help.”
