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| Venus Fly Trap-Revenge? | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||
| 18 September 2006 | ||||||||||
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This is the fourth part of a series that was posted in July this year. For new readers, the MC-DCI Robert Lane aided by his boss and Claire Robinson had rolled up the English End of a European crime network named the "Venus Fly Trap". The barrister Ann Price had been a member, but Robert had helped her escape the Fly Trap's clutches by funding cosmetic surgery, a new identity and ultimately her escape to Europe. Now read on 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 murmured; I’ve had a long time to think about you and the events that occurred. I’ve grown more and more in love with you as each day passed. I said that a day had not gone by, that I had not thought about her. I told her she looked so different, her hair, her face. She interrupted, so you prefer me with a bent nose, and broken ribs. We both got dressed and went downstairs and back into the kitchen. Anne suddenly said that she could still tap in to the Fly Trap intranet. They’ve got a bounty on your head and mine. They know that I’ve a new identity, but they don’t know what it is. I butted in, so why don’t they just take me out. Anne replied that’s easy they want your accomplice more than you. Only you can tell them who she was! I asked who would have known about the Video Files. Anne answered, well any of the ACC’s close associates but the new Lady Home Secretary would have been privy as she was one of her many lovers. Anne then asked, so who was this mystery woman? A chill thought suddenly struck me, what if Anne was an active and willing member of Fly trap, the beating up having been no more than a punishment for transgressing with a man or a clever ruse. They must have known that their elderly victim was my father and that I was looking for them. I finally answered well, I shouldn’t tell you this but as you ask, it was, oh would you believe I’ve completely forgotten. Tell your Fly Trap friends they are going to have to be more subtle or as seems to be their style more brutal. Get dressed and go. She went upstairs and got back into the clothes she had arrived in. As she left she smiled and said well at least this time you’ve got laid and I’ve not been beaten up. A few minutes later the doorbell rang again, but this time I was cautious and used the intercom. My Boss, the Super, shouted, stop buggering about Robert and let us in. I let her and Claire in. The Super said Robert I’ve got some bad news for you, your ex-wife has been murdered. She seems to have been tortured and yes she was tied up with surgical plaster and shot. I told the 2 women about my visitor and how she had not long been gone. We thought that’s where she might have gone, said Claire; we were part of a small team that have been tracking her since she arrived back in England. She is using another alias, she is no longer Mary Cleeve she is now Hilde Van Persie. However she could not have killed your ex-wife for she has not been out of our sight since she arrived back. Apart from giving us the slip about an hour ago, by then you ex-wife had been dead for several hours. My Boss said I think that you should have this and gave me a small handgun. A thought suddenly struck me, what if when upstairs on her own she had planted a bug? I went to the hall and fished out of the cupboard a small detector. I switched it on and it clicked into life, as I went upstairs it began to pick up a signal. It got stronger and stronger until it registered maximum strength. The three of us searched the Bedroom and finally found the device. Then I noticed a package on the floor just by the side of the door. I grabbed hold of the 2 women and dragged them into the ensuite and shut its door. A moment later the package erupted into a ball of fire. The ensuite had been an addition and so it contained the access to the loft with its drop down ladder. We quickly got up into the loft then closed the trap door. It was a moment’s work to get above the 2nd bedroom and then stamp a hole through its ceiling. The three of us dropped onto the bed and then hastily ran down stairs. I suggested that we went out of the side door as it was not overlooked as were the front and back doors. Once outside I said that it would be convenient if I were to die in the fire. So if you could call the Brigade, I’ll go and get singed and look convincingly unconscious. Right said the Super, I’ll arrange for an Ambulance as well. The 2 women faded into the night or more accurately pushed their way through the shrubs and out into next door’s garden. I went back into the house got singed and sooty then collapsed outside the opened front door. The brigade came and revived me. Then the Ambulance arrived and I was whisked off. That’s another fine mess you’ve got yourself in Stanley said a vaguely familiar voice. Bugger me I thought its Phil “Cheeky Charlie” Chester. And so it was, but he was dressed up as an Ambulance Man. We had been together at the Bramshill Police College, he’d been a flier and I’d been a Plodder. Charlie continued when we get to the hospital you’ve got to get into a body bag. Then when we’ve got you into the morgue, we’ll dress you up as an Ambulance Man. The Ambulance entered the Hospital Grounds and when it arrived round the back, I got into the bag and was carried into the Morgue. I got out of the bag, had a shower and dressed myself in an Ambulance Mans uniform that Charlie had handed me. I carefully tucked the gun into my uniform. The Ambulance Driver said that he would wander into the Hospital and then slip off. Charlie and I were to get back in the Ambulance and drive away from the Hospital. He would then contact us, to tell us what we were to do next. We walked back out to the Ambulance. I was in a state of shock, my ex-wife murdered, Anne trying to kill me, my house a burning ruin, and then Charlie boy, it was all too much. As Charlie drove away he started to explain, well Bobby Barrow Boy, I have been chasing this little lot for 5 years now. However you always seem to be ahead of us buggering things up. Anne Price alias Mary Cleeve alias Hilde Van Persie we believe is the head of the gang. By now we had turned out of the Hospital and had travelled about half a mile when a Policeman flagged us down. He said to Charlie its one of your lot he’s just been shot. Get him to Hospital quickly. He then said that he was waiting for back up. We put the injured man into the Ambulance and drove back to the hospital. Despite the emergency 1st Aid I gave him he died on the journey back. We carried his body back to the Morgue and laid him on one of the slabs. I finally broke out of my silence saying, that’s the bloke that was with you. That bloody Policeman, how did he get there so quick, the man had only just been shot? The killer must have thought it was me. I started rambling. Charlie interrupted, just as I knew that nobody notices an Ambulanceman, they also realised that nobody notices a Policeman. Barrow Boy, they’re playing with us. Back there they could have killed us both; they obviously want you and me alive. I gathered my wits and replied, they must think that I have told you who my accomplice was. So they followed the Ambulance. They saw the other Man leave the Hospital, followed him, and when they found out it was not me or you, they shot him. I continued, but the Super and Claire were the only ones other than me and you who knew the stunt we were going to play. Charlie suddenly shouted I don’t want to know who your accomplice was. What I don’t know I can’t tell. However first things first, we are going to have to find a way out of here. We looked round the Morgue and the only clothing to be found was surgical wear, boots, gloves, masks and overalls. Then I noticed a Hessian sack labelled “Friends of the Hospital”. It contained clothing and items presumably removed from the Morgue’s various customers. We abandoned our Ambulance Man’s Uniforms and then put them into the sack. I dressed up all elderly and tweedy, adding flat cap and reading glasses, Charlie finally settled on the bland bank clerk look. We followed unlit private corridors until we entered a lobby. As luck would have it, the visitors to the adjacent Geriatric Ward were flooding out. Charlie got chatting to a young couple who had been visiting their Gran. I heard him say to the couple if you could give us a lift that would be fantastic. He pointed at me and said Uncle Bob is very upset, Auntie Jean didn’t know who he was. Charlie added she’s had a stroke. The young woman came up to me and said how sorry she was. The pair of us followed Charlie and the young man. As we left the building and walked to the car park I was looking all around. Somewhere out there they were waiting for us. However Charlie was now talking cars with his new found friend. They stopped to admire a Mercedes Coupe, and then walked on. The man raced off ahead of us. The flashing of headlights and blinking of indicators showed which car was theirs and that he had unlocked its doors. I got in the back, but Charlie got in the front and the young woman shrugged her shoulders and got into the back with me. After about 3 miles, Charlie asked them to stop outside a Pub. He said I’ll get a couple of drinks into Uncle Bob; he’ll sleep a lot better if he has had a few. We both got out, and the woman moved into the front passenger seat. The car then the car drove off.. We walked into the Public Bar and then into the Snug and finally out into the courtyard. Charlie whispered we’re going over the wall. So the pair of us climbed over the wall and dropped into a side road. I took the glasses off: now what I asked. Charlie replied, be buggered if I know. The dead Ambulance Man was my boss. Only he knew who else was in on this job. A Bus pulled into the road and stopped. The driver opened the door and got out to have a fag. We hopped on, the Driver told us to get off as this was not a fare stage and we would have to go round the corner and wait at the Bus Stop. Charlie showed him his warrant and said that we were a special patrol charged with keeping an eye out for trouble on the late busses. The driver then spent 15 minutes telling us of all the problems he and his mates had suffered and how it was about time the bloody Police did something about it! Charlie and I sat separately and as luck would have it, there was nobody at the first stop. We had travelled for about 15 minutes when all of a sudden Charlie shouted to the Driver, stop right now. The driver slammed his brakes on and opened the doors. Fortunately the Bus was empty. Charlie got off, and I followed him. The Bus closed its doors and drove away. We were in a pleasant leafy suburb; in fact we were just round the corner from my house. Charlie laughed; your house should be the last place that they would think of looking for us! We went up a neighbours drive and then pushed through the bushes into my garden. We were just opposite the side door, through which we entered the house. We found that the serious damage was limited to the main bedroom, though smoke and water damage was widespread. My mobile phone was in the kitchen, it showed that I had missed at least one call. Neither of us had said a word and I motioned to Charlie that we should keep quiet. It had suddenly struck me that the house might be under some form of electronic surveillance; if so they would now obviously knew that we were here. I thought all that bother for nothing. I showed Charlie my gun; he pulled a handgun out from inside his jacket. There was a noise outside the front door. Then the door was forced open. Charlie quickly stepped back, dropped silently to the floor and took close aim. To be continued.
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