Bad II the Bone (10 page)

He tapped it with his pen and looked over to his colleague, who himself had moved closer to the doorway. Y’s heart began to rattle against her rib cage as it dawned on her what was about to go down.

Smooth bwoy seemed to be satisfied that he was talking to the right person and proceeded.

“It has come to Windsor Housing Association’s attention that you have contravened clause 114 in paragraph 14 of your contract relating to business enterprises functioning from your domicile address. With that said we are requesting access. So no further action will be taken against you, we will need to search your premises for proof for or against this claim.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Y said sweetly. “You must have the wrong address.”

Y started shouldering the door shut before she had finished the sentence but to her frustration it was inexplicably jarred open.

She looked down.

Shiny
yet fashionable steel tipped Dr Martens were wedged between the door frame and the door itself. Smooth bwoy’s colleague had just performed what she imagined to be his sole purpose and grinned as its importance was made clear to yet another satisfied customer.

“I don’t think so, ma’am,” Smooth boy spat smugly and proceeded to leaf through legal documents which
he was convinced gave him the right to force his way into Y’s life uninvited.

Her anger barometer nudged up two notches but Y’s usual response was subdued not that the Housing Officers would
realize that especially as she flung the door open and stepped out to face them. Already her half concocted story boasting a cast of two main villains in suits and casting herself as the innocent tenant was gaining traction in her mind. For anyone who would listen to her side of the story after the fallout it would be presented warm and sincere from the oven of her mind. Y smiled crookedly almost amused by her own hesitation to take action. This reluctance to act, considering her actions like a chess player was happening with annoying regularity and was usually accompanied with the nagging voice of good reason. Y took stock of her situation before acting.

Good t
ing too!

Maybe she was beginning to understand the rules of this warped game of fate that was hell bent on challenging them every step of the way.

Just as Y stepped out to face the housing men, two uniformed police officers seemed to appear from the hedges and as her eyes wandered further afield, her breath caught in her throat.

A very familiar green Range Rover sat at
the far side of the road and Ms Granger rocking her mother of pearl necklace was being helped into the same car.

Strange, her appointment was in forty five minutes.
What was she doing here so early?

Y’s eyes locked onto the scene in bewilderment as if it was a performance she had seen before but was still unclear about the outcome.

Her mouth partially open, she watched with intense interest while a younger woman courteously closed the passenger door shut for her client and then turned.

Then the penny dropped

Sandy Brewster her erstwhile part time boss, who had been none too pleased when Y resigned turning down a full time position on her team, smiled a smile that literally cut her snide face in half with the delight she felt.

Y blinked.

“You bad minded bitch!” Y growled.

Patra arrived just behind and caught the tail end of Y’s
outburst. Already making a succinct evaluation of the situation she was punching away on her electronic third ear for reinforcements.

Not that it mattered.

Suzy wouldn’t get there in time anyway and Y had brushed past the men in the suits and was approaching Sandy Brewster’s 4x4 at a steady clip.

Patra could only see Y’s movements from the doorway, the two men getting off the floor, Five-O on Y’s tail and the SUV’s tyres burning rubber as the panicked driver, emerge
ncy brakes still in place, tried to escape the approaching mad woman.

Patra knew this was serious but could do nothing more than laugh and feel genuinely sorry for whoever was in the vehicle.
Then she wondered if Y would get off with a caution and that made her smile even more.

Odeon Leicester Square, Central London

21.00

Leroy ‘Minty’ Thelwell loved the lure of the big screen. Maybe it was those memorable Saturday matinees as a yout at the Carib in Kingston, Jamaica that had left such a lasting i
mpression on him. It was the only place where he and his spars could vicariously share the violent thrills with the movie heroes they idolised while the political wars raged about them.

Deh good old days.

So that was why when ‘runnings’ permitted and Deacon could survive without him he would travel all the way from Peckham, reserving the best seat at the Odeon Leicester Square to
tek in
his love in all its glorious colour and surround sound.

Tonight was the grand opening of a new Alex Weh movie.
High octane choreographed violence, lovingly directed by one of Hong Kong’s masters of that art form.

Then there were the guns.

The sexy purveyors of death and destruction.

All big, all shiny and packing fire power that left him saliva
ting at the film’s end.

He smiled at the thought of asking his Cypriot contact to source one of those pieces being used by the star bwoy. Make the gun runner lose more of his already thinning hair line in its acquisition.

Minty watched the credits scrolling from the screen for a second more and rose from his seat as the lights came on dimly. He was glad he had decided to take a break away from Deacon and the operation today. Giving himself some space to relax and chill. He had achieved that and more this evening and that was one of the reasons why his eyes searched the hazy interior, making particular note of the sisters departing.

He wanted his time away from business to last a bit longer and he knew how.

Turning quickly from aisle to aisle he hoped the woman who had made his pulse race with her stunning good looks wouldn’t just disappear in the ever dwindling rush of movie goers. But he saw nothing of her.

Disappointed, he
tempered his frustration with the lingering buzz of the films climatic ending and stepped into the foyer. Some of the patrons hung around, chatting amongst the promotional posters and gimmicks like monkeys in a paper jungle. Wanting to step down from the staircase and join the exiting chaos, he realised a bottle neck had formed and he was unable to move. Minty maintained his cool looking over the slowly dwindling numbers and it was then he sensed it. A pin prick of heat that slowly spread from the nape of his neck, as if he had been injected with some fast acting anesthesia that would engulf his whole body and render him immobile. His hand shot up to the point behind his neck feeling for the offending sting but instead coming away with a clear moistness between his fingers.

Then the tingling feeling subsided.

He turned slowly and met the woman in red with her brown eyes like wooden embers, flawless dark skin and lips that were succulent and red. His balls reacted before his mind did and shrank protectively but his manhood, well that told another story. One that did not care for what his hardwired early warning system had so eloquently alerted him to.

Her red dress alone demanded attention on its own merits. It was if the material was poured onto her like intelligent liquid chocolate that took on the design requested by it’s creator and set as fabric with the perfect
color and texture. It made every luscious curve, from the mounds of her breasts to the symmetry of her thighs, even more appealing.

Every red blooded brother lucky enough to be in the cin
ema’s foyer at that time seemed to be drawn to her like the gravitational pull of a stellar object.

What’s more, she obviously had an unrivalled appreciation for class. No nee
d to make the first move, enthrall her with his gangster exploits or his ‘bad bwoy’ contacts.

No talking was involved, just body language.

It was clear she recognized the aura of sophisticated menace he emanated and the connection between them was unquestioned. Earlier the beauty never took her eyes off him as he had stood purchasing a Coke from the concessionary. Unfortunately, before he could go over to her and get a number she was gone but from the ferocity of his erection, not forgotten.

An look now!

What will be, will be, because here she was, he told himself.

Minty was too experienced in the ways of these things to be surprised. He just knew a certain percentage of the world’s pussy you didn’t have to do any work to capture. Law of ave
rages. He had bedded too many stray pum-pum not to know that as a statistical fact. So why did he feel that nothing about this woman obeyed the law of averages?

Fuck it!

Flashing a grin in her direction she winked and crooked her finger his way, beckoning him over to where she stood but the crowd was dense. As best as he could with some subtle hand movements he tried to tell her to ‘hold tight’ and proceeded to shoulder his way to the entrance. Two minutes tops to get to where she was standing and she was not there. Peering through the glass facade, he saw her turn right along the Haagen Daz promenade. Leroy broke into the fresh air wondering,
what the fuck, is she dealing wid
? He looked up to Piccadilly in the distance, easily distinguishing her short red dress amidst the street performers, artists and audiences. She walked backward for a while still beckoning him with a smile and a curl of her finger.

She then turned left into Soho.

His scowl fell away.

A freaky chick, turned on by the chase and the excitement.

He could live with that.

Stepping up his pace he kept on the trail, impeded by the amounts of people just aimlessly milling around but gaining on her nonetheless. The streets looked somehow shinier up here. Like showers had been limited to just these streets. Mist was clinging to the shop fronts, drifting down the streets and mi
ngling with the smells issuing from the restaurants. She disappeared in the bellowing fumes of a car exhaust for a moment, her image suddenly illuminated in a cocoon of hazy light. He made to cross over to the other side when a garbage truck drove across his line of sight, tickling his nose with its stench. Stooping, Leroy peered below the trucks under belly and caught sight again of those long stocking legs, head down a side street he imagined could accommodate only two people shoulder to shoulder. He had a feeling this was where she wanted him.

Taking his time, he regulated his breathing, popped his co
llar then slowly walked down the alley.

Light filtered from the window of a restaurant, a grill, planted at street level, leaked pale mist and his shadow stretched ahead of him until it died into the gloom.

Through the thin curtains of mist, he could see the silhouette, an indistinct figure, half way along the length of the alley, with her back against the wall. A red glow hovered away from her mouth, followed by a stream of smoke.

Calmly walking over, re-enacting the swaying gait of one of his movie idols, Minty stopped abruptly like a ‘B’ actor who had forgotten his lines. He
scrutinized her carefully, before he leaned forward, placing the palms of his hands on the wall at either side of her head. He drank in her smell of honeysuckle and those molten brown eyes had not lessened in intensity.

“This running up and down ting,” he whispered, “Gets you wet don’t?”

Her arms arched around his waist in reply pulling him closer.

With a sigh he interpreted as anticipation, he started c
aressing her thighs. His coarse hands slid along her stocking legs until he felt the silkiness of her panties. Minty gripped onto the sparse G-string and ripped it off. Inviting him further she lifted her skirt and parted her legs some more. Leroy undid his fly with one hand and released his spring loaded penis from his trousers with the other. Leaning up from the wall to fish into his pockets for Jimmies, he felt a sharp prick to his neck again.

He bunched his broad shoulders, th
e bite reminiscent of the one he felt in the foyer and briefly thought how strange that was while he fumbled with his erect member.

It got stranger.

Suddenly a cold chill razored across his shoulder blades almost making him feel as if he had been stripped naked. A mound of gooseflesh rose at the back of his head as he turned. His eyes registered the blur of motion some distance away and before he could complete a breath, a hand that felt like a steel vice, gripped his jaw and squeezed. He felt a tremendous power in the man, vibrating from inside like he was hiding some huge internal turbine under his dark clothes. The hand holding his jaw twisted his head this way and that as if examining him and he could vaguely see the lady in red sashaying away in the distance. With no effort he was lifted off his feet, the overpowering rawness of the sea in his nose and the cold clamminess of the man’s touch on his skin. Minty squirmed; the sensation of his touch was strange. It was as if it had no true consistency, a semi solid, not certain if the state it existed in was really solid or liquid. He was struggling for breath, the man’s hand covering his face and for the briefest of moments, he felt flesh breaking down, transforming like little viscous feelers crawling into his nose and mouth, gagging him. Minty tried to scream but instead bit down on what was invading him, the man’s flesh coming away in his mouth.