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Crime and Thriller
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| Venus Fly Trap-Rejected End | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||
| 30 July 2006 | ||
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This is un-edited as once completed I rejected it. And wrote a second ending which is even worse. This is far longer than usual and would normally have been split into at least two parts. FLY TRAP-END GAME. Almost a year had now passed since things had come to a conclusion in a manner that could not have been more advantageous. I was at home one night when I received a quite unexpected visitor. The doorbell rang and on the step I found my barrister. She was in a far better condition than when I had last seen her. She looked quite different but her voice was unmistakable. I’d said I’m both pleased and appalled at seeing you here. She laughed, well ask me in and force a big rum down me for old time’s sake, then I’ll go upstairs and slip into something more comfortable. So we went into the kitchen, I gave her a double rum which she downed. She then shot off upstairs and a few moments later came back in one of my old football shirts, a pair of boxer shorts, my dressing gown and slippers. She smiled now if you remember we have some unfinished business, don’t we, and she led me upstairs. What I had wanted that fateful night had had to have been given with enthusiasm and at least affection but I never dreamt of unrestrained passion! As we cuddled afterwards Anne said I’ve had a long time to think about you and the events that occurred and I’ve grown more and more in love with you as each day went by. We got up, dressed but she put on the kit that she had changed into. We went downstairs and into the kitchen. At a loss for what to say next I asked her if she would marry me. She answered, yes but we will have to be married in Holland, though we can live here afterwards. She then rattled off a string of sentences in what she assured me was perfect rural Dutch. She now had a second new identity Hilde Van Persie. She had adopted the identity of a missing Dutch woman who’s flat in Arnsbruke she’d been “squatting in”. She paid the rent and the landlord was quite happy as unlike the real Hilde she paid up on time. The missing woman’s senile grandmother was in a home. So out of sheer bravado Anne had gone to visit her. The treatment the old woman was receiving was disgraceful and so Anne had signed for her release and had taken her in. The woman was not in any real way demented just incontinent and modern devices handled that. Granny had told the many neighbours that visited her that Anne was her dead son’s love child who was also called Hilde. So Anne had gained acceptance locally. “Granny” had died peacefully in Anne’s arms following a stroke. The funeral had been last week and as was rural custom all the locals were at the service. One of the neighbours had said that whoever Anne really was, she was a saint because the late woman had suffered such cruelty from her family. Anne had said that she was an illegitimate daughter of Hilde’s father and thus truly a granddaughter. She had been looking for her family and had found Hilde’s home but not Hilde. The neighbour had laughed that’s exactly what your Gran had said; you see we are very suspicious about strangers. I will make sure that everyone knows who you are. But whoever and whyever Hilde you’re one of us now. Anne stopped and suggested that we should have something to eat, so she said I’ll order a takeaway meal, what do you fancy. I was truly not bothered. However we had got no further than picking up the phone when the front doorbell rang. I’d opened the door and my boss followed by Sergeant Claire Robbins burst in and went to the kitchen. Both women were in Civvies. All four of us were in a state of shock, the two police women at finding Anne with me, me unable to explain why Anne was with me and finally Anne wondering why I had been raided! I broke the silence with an offer of drinks all round and asked the Police Women to stay and have a late supper with us. So curries were ordered and delivered. Until we sat down to eat, forced small talk was all that could be managed by any one of us. Finally my boss came clean, the Fly Trap has a new unpleasant game, smuggling in young girls to be forced into gay prostitution. Girls are seemingly kidnapped to order and smuggled in via Holland and the small private port at Harwich. Interpol have found an unlikely link in the chain. Apparently the girls are temporarily kept in a small flat in Arnsbrucke. Though when this was raided yesterday it was found to be empty though the tenant had until that very morning been in residence. Locals had said that the woman had gone to Amsterdam however airline records had shown that she then had flown to our local city airport on this morning’s first flight in. They had her photograph and name. The picture showed a typically large cheeked flaxen haired Dutch woman. Her name was Hilde Van Persie. Interpol had found a list of UK addresses at the flat which included several in our area. Amongst which were 27 and 31 Compton Street! My boss finally said that the new Home Secretary, a good friend of the late Assistant Chief Constable has made this matter the responsibility of our Police Force and our Chief Constable has set the 3 of us up as a special team to deal with it. Claire added that the CCTV records at the City Airport had been scrutinised and there was only one woman on the first flight. Claire laughed you know Anne she looked remarkably like you, though she looked nothing like Hilde Van Persie! It was me said Anne and she re-told her story. Don’t worry , I have not renewed old acquaintances and I can always revert to being Mary Cleeve, which was my first new identity. I asked her why she had adopted a second identity. She confessed that she thought that I, Claire and the Super would be caught and that the next step was for Interpol to come looking for Anne Price AKA Mary Cleeve. So she wanted to cut the link between the two particularly as the new Home Secretary had been one of the ACC’s lovers. She would have known everything that the ACC had known, so me, Claire and the Super should be extra careful for they are merciless. My boss asked Anne whether she knew the current Home Secretary. Oh yes I had once been forced into some games with her and the ACC, but I must confess that I had been a willing victim. I asked Anne some blunt questions, how had she known about the flat, and how did she know that it was safe to adopt Hilde’s identity. Anne’s answers were simple and seemingly honest. When in Amsterdam she’d stayed at the flat which was part of the group’s network of houses. Hilde Van Persie was one of the women found shot in 31 Compton Street. She’d stopped and then continued, no, the truth is Fly Trap caught up with me in Amsterdam and had taken me to Arnsbrucke. I convinced them that I was held in the Private Clinic as a prisoner and had been forced by you to adopt a new identity and to flee to Holland. At Flytrap’s suggestion I had adopted a second new identity and had brought the old girl home to provide some sort of credibility. I was told that my new role would was that of a “sleeper”. No more a Fly Trap Bait but I would lure a man to his doom. Robert that man is you and that is why I am here! They know that you and an accomplice murdered those women; they also know that Clare and the Super were part of the scheme to get me out of the country. You ex-wife is at risk however I went first thing this morning to see her and she has gone to stay with friends. I am to strike up a relationship with you and find out who the other killer was. I asked her are you or they going to kill me. She laughed oh I’ve got to do that, as a sort of penance, but they will arrange it all, so I just have to pull the trigger. The Super asked how had they known about the Interpol raid? I presume that is why you came to England. Anne replied they had had a tip off, presumably from the Home Secretary. Anne had been instructed that she was now “live” and should make contact with Robert. She would receive further orders once she had done that. A loud voice shouted from outside the house, Police-Open Up. I went and opened the door and was pinioned against the wall by an officer who was obviously wearing a bullet proof vest. Other policemen flooded in, 2 went into the kitchen and the others spread out round the house. I was then dragged into the kitchen. My boss and Clare were showing their warrants. Clare said this woman is under our arrest and we are working under the direct instruction of the Home Secretary. Furthermore could you please let go of DCI Lane as assaulting a Senior Office is a serious offence. For a second time the kitchen was host to complete bewilderment. I looked at the Senior of the Insurgent Officers closely, and said its Cheeky Charlie Chester, I thought I’d recognised your face, we were together at Bramshill Police College . He stared back and laughed its Bobby Barrow Boy. I suggested that he told his men to wait outside. He told them to stand down and out they went. Charlie then opened the conversation, well old boy, I outrank you all. Furthermore the “Euro-Serious Crime Squad” outguns your Home Secretary. So we shall be taking Anne Price AKA many others into our custody. The Super rang the Home Secretary’s hot line and passed on the news. She then passed her mobile to Charlie who with great deference explained that the Home Secretary was quite simply over-ridden. Any complaint to be made should be via the UK’s Euro commissioner. Anne asked if she could change back into more suitable clothing and she and the 2 women went up to my bedroom. Charlie said to me, Barrow Boy this is really big, our squad have been after this Group, for several years. They are always one jump ahead and they have powerful defenders. But and I don’t know why, you are up the top of their hit list, so keep your wits about you son. Charlie pulled a 3 part document out from his pocket. He signed all three of the sheets. When the 3 women returned, he asked the Super to countersign each one; He tore off the top copy then gave the other two to the Super. He said, it’s like a receipt, you file one copy at your local office and the other copy goes to the Home Secretary’s office. He looked at Anne and smiled, if you would be as kind, please come with me. But then he handcuffed her. The Super said that he ought to have this and gave him a bug. Charlie put his finger to his mouth and brushed the offer away with his hand however he confusingly said, thank you, we will have it traced. The two of them left the kitchen, went out into the street and were gone along with the 10 or so other squad members. Nothing was said until I had washed the bug away down the sink. I asked them how they had found the bug. Claire replied, Anne had warned us as we were going upstairs. It was wired into her bra. I suggested that that explained why she had put her clothes in the En-Suite and why she had left a tap running. The Super called us to order, and asked what do we do next? Claire suggested that uniformed branch could go to all the addresses and find out what was going on there. I believed that we should go and see the Home Secretary. However events were taken out of our hands. The front doorbell rang yet again. I opened the door and a polite young WPC asked us to accompany her. We had been ordered to go and see the Home Secretary. Clair said we will use our Patrol car and follow you, which is what we did. Our journey took us to South Kensington and in to one of its squares. As we drew up outside one of the houses, the railings lowered into the ground. The paving in the front garden opened up to reveal a metal platform. The Police Woman said to Claire that she should drive onto the platform. Claire drove over the pavement and then squared the car up on the platform. It immediately started to lower. When it reached basement level it came to a smooth halt. Up above the “paving” slid across to close the opening. Claire drove the car off the platform. We got out of the car. The Home Secretary was stood by a doorway, she smiled and said its very Thunderbirds but there is no parking in the square. So follow me. We ended up in a large underground room that was furnished as a very comfortable study/Library. There were two further doors, one seemed to be a lift door and the other opened on to another but far smaller room. Sit down ordered the Home Secretary; now tell me what has happened. We merely told her that Anne had turned up and been promptly arrested by the “Euro-Serious Crimes Squad”. We kept everything else to ourselves. The HS then pumped us for information regarding the Fly Trap Group, the subsequent murder of the 5 women and the circumstances behind the ACC’s suicide. All three of us were word perfect and gave the authorised version. The HS questioned us again and again. However she seemed to be waiting for something. We had been in the room for over an hour, when the sound of the lift coming down was heard. When it stopped and the doors opened Anne accompanied by 3 armed women got out of the lift. I jumped up and asked are you all right, are the women special branch. She burst out laughing, I’m perfectly OK, its you, that you should be worrying about, she threw each of us a pair of handcuffs. Put them on or you will be shot. We put them on. Anne then informed us that, no sooner had Charlie left to take her away he’d received an instruction to let her go. So she was dropped off not far from my house. IShewas then picked up by the girls who brought her here. Well Bobby Barrow Boy, do you like my humble little abode. The sub-basement is like a crypt perhaps you would like to come and see it. She drew a handgun and motioned to me and the HS to go into the smaller room. She said to the 3 guards keep an eye on these two; don’t hurt them as we shall have some fun with them, before we kill them. I fancy both of them, but I bet the old girl would suit you best HS. I was pushed into the smaller room and was followed in by Anne and the HS. They shut the door. Anne barked, now who was your accomplice? Who was the gun woman? I sneered an answer, Mary Poppins, Anne swung the gun and tried to hit me with its butt. I grabbed at the gun and we wrestled for it. The HS waved her gun about and tried to get a line on me but I kept Anne between the HS and me. Anne suddenly twisted the gun down and with it pointed at the HS it fired accidentally, killing the HS stone dead. I grabbed the fallen woman’s gun and shot out the light. The door to the study burst open, and two of the guards rushed in. I took out one of them, and Anne the other. Anne ordered the 3rd guard to drop their gun and to come into the small room however she instead ran into the lift and sent it upwards. I checked the 3 bodies in the small room they all were dead. Well I demanded get us out of these handcuffs. I would if I could replied Anne but I don’t have the keys. I said to Anne that I would be happier if she gave me her gun. She replied and I’d be happier if you gave me your gun. Lets get out of here I shouted where are the stairs. Anne turned and walked to a bookcase and pushed it to reveal it was a disguised door. I told her to go ahead and we walked out and onto the stairs that lay beyond. Claire snatched the gun from my hand and put it up against the back of Anne’s head, drop your gun or I will blow your head off. Anne dropped the gun. Now give me the keys. The super grabbed the dropped gun and turned and faced the Study. Claire gave me the gun and then had grasped Anne by the throat and told her to undo her cuffs. Once they had been removed she put them on Anne. She gave me the keys and I removed my handcuffs and then the Super’s. Claire shouted at Anne to lead the way. We went up the stairs and entered the entrance hall via a discrete door. Now what said Anne, the last guard will be back with re-enforcements, we have perhaps 8 bullets between the 2 guns and your car is off the hoist and therefore is stuck in the basement. Some protection you’ve been. I believe that Charlie was in on it, for the two women we killed were not special branch. Charlie handed me over to them. Instinct took over and I turned and shot into the dark, the return shot hit Anne and she fell to the ground. The three of us dived to the floor and both the Super and I fired blindly at a vague shape, which gave a scream and then seemed to collapse. I raced across to find the dead body of the third guard. The Hall lights sparked into life and there was Charlie and his gang. He looked round, sorry Barrow Boy we seem to be a little too late. I aimed my gun at him and fired but it was out of bullets. That is lucky for both of us, remarked Charlie, he looked at the Super, drop your gun, there’s a good girl. She did as she was told. I suddenly remembered Anne and dropped to my knees, she was dead. I cradled her in my arms and howled like a wounded animal. Charlie said that they should leave me and they went out into the front garden. I could not sort things out; Anne had killed the HS and one of the guards. She could have easily killed me, but didn’t and why. I would never know. Claire came in, and lifted me gently up. Come on I’m taking you home. We got into the lift and got out in the Study; we walked out of the study and got into the car. Claire reversed it onto the hoist which rotated and then rose, stopping when it was level with the paving. The front rail dropped down and we drove out and away. Whilst I watched these things happening I could blot out what had occurred but when we had left the square I became hysterical. Claire shouted at me, now just listen Robert. Charlie told me everything. Anne was the exceptionally wealthy widow of an Industrialist, do you remember the bungled kidnap, about 7 years ago. Now Robert when they found his body what was unusual. Good god, I shouted he was naked, had been physically abused and was tied up and gagged with surgical tape. Claire continued, and shot. Now, with the money she inherited she set up the Fly Trap network. She targeted powerful lesbians like the ACC and the HS. Having you killed would have been easy, but she had to do it. That’s why she shot the HS and the two guards. No Claire I shot one of the guards and the killing of the HS was probably an accident. Undeterred Claire continued well ok, but she led us to where the 3rd guard would be and they should have shot the Super and me, leaving you to be finished off by her. Maybe later tonight, perhaps even in bed. She could even have lured you to Holland and killed you there. I snarled, that’s pure supposition, how could she have got away, 3 deaths, Charlie Boy on her heels, no it does not make sense. What I think Claire is that she was ,what she said she was, that the HS was the gang leader, that Anne was forced to play her part. She came to me for help and protection and I let her down. I noticed that the car seemed to be heading in the wrong direction and we were being followed. It suddenly struck me Claire Robbins’ mother had died giving birth to Claire so how could she have had a younger sister? When we next stopped at traffic lights I jumped out of the car and ran blindly away. I went into a Pub and quickly ordered a drink. Charlie Boy entered the Pub looked at me, put his hands up in the air and walked over to me. Well Barrow Boy, Claire has bolted and my Boys are discretely following her. You can buy me a drink and I’ll tell you everything. When he got his drink we sat down at one of the Tables. Charlie started his recount. There was a power struggle in the Fly Trap. Anne Price, the HS, Claire, and the Super, formed one party. The ACC and several of the famous five formed the other faction. Famous five I asked. Oh for god sake Barrow Boy the 5 women murdered at 31 Compton Street. It could not have been better for them, because you helped them destroy the opposition. Then you tidied everything away and they could relax. However my mob were after them, so over comes Price, she murders your ex-wife. I’m sorry Robert but her body was found late this evening. Then the three of them would have done you in, but instead we turned up and took Price away. We got a fake call ordering us to let Price go. Which we did, but my B squad then followed her. However the silly sods lost her. That must have been when she got picked her. We had bugged Price and so we could trace her to the house you were in, but we lost the signal when she went into the basement. The three guards were all hit women employed by the HS. She planned to kill Price, Claire, the Super and you. He took a breath then continued the financial trust that Price had set up which owned all the properties would have only had the HS as its sole living beneficiary. There was no prostitution slave trade, no flat in Arnsbruke, no dead granny. Hilde Van Persie was Price’s real name! The Fly Trap was a hit squad that killed for profit. All the European victims were wealthy men, who left wealthy widows. The ACC introduced the voyeur element, you know, the CCTV cameras and the snuff videos. That’s what they fell out about! Your late father had been picked up by mistake, he unfortunately resembled a certain woman’s husband. It was almost too much for me to take in. I said to Charlie that 2 women with whom I’d enjoyed intimate relations were now dead. I had throughout been no more than a manipulated Pawn. Charlie made a final point; the trust fund has no named living beneficiary. In which case it reverts to Price or her heir, who in her will made 6 months ago, is you. So Robert Lane I am arresting you for the Murder of the HS, the ACC, and 2 of the 3 guards and for being an accessory to the murder of the 5 other women. I confessed, I added that I had thought that I would have got away with it. So I’ll come quietly but I must have a wee. O.K said Charlie but I’m coming with you. I followed the signs and deliberately went to the outside gents. We left the Pub, crossed the yard and entered them. When I’d finished we turned to go out. I grabbed Charlie and broke his neck. I put his body in one of the cubicles, and then leaning over the top, locked the door. I strolled back into the Pub finished both drinks and then handed the glasses in. I ordered a short and watched the two glasses as they were washed and dried and put under the bar. The barman asked where’s your mate? Oh him I said, he met up with a friend. And the pair of them are misbehaving in one of you cubicles. I hardly know him. Do you know he wanted me to keep watch in case anybody came out of the pub I finished my drink, left the pub and got a bus to near my home. When I got in I picked up false papers, a wedge of cash then drove to near the city airport. I left the car unlocked and with the keys in it. I watched safely from a distance until 2 yobs jumped in and drove it away. I then walked to the Airport. On arrival, I discretely booked and paid for 3 separate flights with 3 different airlines. I then took the night bus and got out in Central London. I walked to Euston Station and bought a ticket to Glasgow. I caught the Early Scot and enjoyed a hearty breakfast. On arrival in Glasgow I hired a car and drove to my ex-wife’s loch side cottage. I settled quietly into the village that was a 10 minute walk from the cottage. At the end of the week, I booked into a Glasgow hotel for the night and arranged for the car to be picked up from the Hotel. The next day I got a bus to Fort William and then a bus from Fort William back to the cottage. I went in and picked up the local paper that was lying on the floor inside the door. I flicked through it, there was an advert for a Grab a Granny Night, no I thought I’ll give that a miss. (The story originally ended there.) I was startled when I heard a key turn in the door, which then opened. A woman familiar to me walked in, and said, morning Mr.Neal, time for your medication. DCI Lane, if you don’t mind, I snapped. She replied, yes of course I keep forgetting silly me. As she left she said now don’t forget to take the big blue sweetie, it will take away the taste of the medicine. I’ll be back in 2 hours time to give you a bath. I heard the key turn in the lock. The nurse thought to herself as she walked away down the Sanatorium’s private wing’s main corridor, that he might be as nutty as a fruitcake but he’s still a good shag. I thought to myself I get a least 8 baths a week with one of four of the 10 nurses that look after me. So there is no need to lock me up, I’ve no intention of going anywhere. (This was far too like "The prisoner" and so I abandonned this ending. The writing has got weaker and weaker as the tale has gone on, perhaps it should have ended with part 4.)
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