âHush!' McKay placed a reproving forefinger over his lips. âKeep your voice down, do you want to broadcast everything to all the other passengers?'
Wallace relapsed into a seething silence. Bugger McKay⦠he thought savagely, the bastard always managed to slip one between the ribs.
âThis Juan, he is one of Kalim's men?'
âHe doesn't seem to be,' Wallace shook his head. âNot the way he speaks to Kalim, they seem to be more equal in status.'
âJuan, eh?' McKay pursed his lips and scratched his nose. âWait a minuteâ¦Juanâ¦bloody hell! Does he have an accent? Could he be a Spaniard?'
âA Spaniard?' Wallace mused as he thought of Juan's accent. âYes, he could be.'
âAbout 5'10” with a moustache and a small scar on his cheek?'
âThat's him. You know him?'
âMy Oath I do. That's Rivera.'
âWho's Rivera?'
âA professional hit man, a very efficient one. We've come across him before.'
âA profession hitâ¦!' Wallace felt adrenalin course through his system and he began to feel lightheaded again.
âSo, I'd say they know now that you've stolen these computer drives, and they also know they've got to get rid of you, before you can pass them on,' McKay mused thoughtfully. âI'd say there will be some damning evidence there, plus they also want to be rid of you before you can incriminate Kalim in Ravindran's murder.'
Wallace fought off approaching nausea with an effort.
âWhat should we do?'
âGet to London and fast! It might be better if I have custody of the computer stuff.'
âPigs arse!' Wallace snorted. âThese are my guarantee that you'll stick with me.'
âI came up here to help you didn't I?'
âOnly to save the good name of bloody ASIO or ASIS, and to get yourselves out of this mire you landed me in with that bloody delivery in Jakarta, and that damned job on Murray Craddock. Now I've got more important information that might interest Canberra, more than anything I may do or not do! No bloody thanksâ¦I'll hang onto them, thanks very much!'
âWhat about your country?'
âI am supporting my sodding country, my country second and myself first. OK?' Wallace snorted. âAnd what good it will do my country if I'm found dead somewhere in England with the charge of killing Ravindran still hanging around my neck is beyond me.'
McKay was still sulking when they alighted at Bewdley. They walked down from the station to where the main road wound under the railway viaduct. A bus came around the corner and they sprinted for the bus stop. The bus was fairly full, Wallace sat in the back and McKay was halfway up the aisle so they didn't make contact until they reached Kidderminster.
âWe'll make for the station.'
âWhy don't we catch a bus to Birmingham?' Wallace asked.
âI don't want to go to fucking Birmingham! I want to catch a train to Worcester and then Gloucester.'
âWhy?'
âBecause we can get to London that way, I reckon they'll guess we'll head for Birmingham that's all.'
âWell I want something to eat, there's a pub on the corner.'
âAll right, we'll discuss it in there,' McKay said grudgingly.' I agree we'll probably feel better after some chow, how much money have you got?'
But they didn't feel better after a snack! The food was all right, the television news on the set over the bar was not.
âThe police are searching for two men who robbed a house near Albrighton last night, one of them is believed to be Harry Wallis, who the police wish to interview in relation to the death of an Indonesian national in London earlier this month.'
As the news item was broadcast a passable picture of Wallace flashed onto the screen.
âThe identity of the other man is not known, but he is believed to be another Australian. They were believed to have been seen in Bridgnorth earlier today. The public are warned not to approach these men as they could be dangerous, but to report any sightings to the police.'
âHow the hellâ¦?'
âShut upâ¦keep your voice down,' hissed McKay. There was a hubbub of conversation in the pub and not many were looking at the television monitor. From what they could gather the local football club, the Harriers, were due to play a match that afternoon and most of the conversation appeared to be about that.
âGetting close to home,' Wallace heard one man say, who obviously had noted the news item, and his two companions laughed.
âSo much for any ideas we may have had for going to the police,' Wallace said bitterly. âThey must be pretty sure of themselves.'
âWait a minute, let me think,' muttered McKay.
Advertisements were showing on the screen now, clearly it was a commercial channel. After that there were some sports reports followed by a recap of the news items already broadcast, though it didn't include theirs. After some international items and the result of a bye election in the London area, they briefly came back to the news item about the two dangerous criminals when it switched to local news.
âA shop-keeper believed he had seen Harry Wallis, the Australian wanted for questioning, in Shifnal and police believe they have traced them as far as Bridgnorth as two men were given lifts there by lorry drivers.'
âWhat's that about robbing a house at Albrighton?' Wallace was puzzled. âWould Kalim and his mob report anything like that? Surely they'd want to lie low.'
âIf it was them who reported it,' McKay rubbed his chin thoughtfully. âIt may have been forced on them. Remember that man in his porch when we were scrapping in that garden, he shouted for someone to call the police. Maybe that's the house we're accused of burgling, I can't see Kalim staying around if the police appear, or welcoming the police into his domain.'
âIf we were arrested at least we'd be alive,' Wallace reminded him.
âTrue, we would,' agreed McKay. âBut think of this. I reckon those computer drives we have could be dynamite, they may not include everything about whoever is chasing us and whoever killed Ravindran, but there could be enough on them to indict Kalim and many others, possibly some in government.'
âBut if we're arrested those drives would be safe,' Wallace objected.
âSafe is the operative word,' snapped McKay. âThey'd be safe all right, they'd be tucked away in the file of the Crown versus McKay and Wallace with regard to the alleged Albrighton burglary, the murder of Ravindran and various wrecked back gardens. Once those memory sticks go into the realms of evidence they'll disappear from the light of day into some police safe or cardboard box and they'll never find them again. We need them in London
now
!'
Wallace nodded gloomily, he could only agree with that.
âSo what do we do?'
âGet to bloody London, some bloody how or other, even if we have to fly there.'
âWhy don't we pass the things onto the High Commission? We could mail them.' Wallace suggested.
âThat won't save our necks if Kalim and Rivera catch up with us.'
âMaybe not, but at least it will enable the information on them to reach the High Commissionâ¦and then bloody Bramble!' Wallace added viciously.
âWellâ¦maybe,' McKay considered the possibilities and then shook his head. âGood idea, but we have a problem, it's Saturday afternoon now and the shops are shut. So we can't purchase an envelope, and so is the Post Office so we can't buy any stamps.'
âMaybe we could buy stamps from a milk bar.'
âWe're not in Australia now, I don't know if you can.'
âSo now what?'
âCatch a train.'
They made their exit from the pub and went out separately. Since the news items had mentioned two men in company and given some descriptions they assumed that the citizenry would be looking for a duo. They made their separate ways to the station at the top of the hill. McKay had gone ahead of Wallace to the booking office. Wallace suddenly realised he was heading back towards him at the double.
âThey're here!' he hissed. âThey're waiting at the booking office.'
âWho are? The police?'
âIf only it was, it's bloody Juan and two of his men.'
âDid they see you?'
âI don't knowâ¦Christ!â¦Yes!'
Wallace saw two men heading their way; they looked ugly customers and were dressed in dark trousers and heavy jackets. Wallace couldn't recall seeing them before but it was clear who they were after. Wallace saw one of them turn and start waving in the direction of the car park.
There was a taxi in the station forecourt, Wallace ran over to it and opened the rear door.
âTake us to the town,' he snapped to the cabbie, and indicated McKay who was cantering towards the cab. âPick him up on the way as we pass him.'
âRight,' replied the cabbie who looked a little startled. âWhat's the hurry?'
âWe've got to catch a bus to Stourbridge.'
âWhat's wrong with the train?' asked the cabbie, but Wallace wasn't in the mood for logical debate.
âJust pick him up, and take us to the town,' Wallace said. The driver shrugged, who was he to reason why? He drove up to the running McKay, Wallace opened the door and McKay piled in, the cab headed down Comberton Hill towards the centre of Kidderminster.
âMake it fast,' Wallace called out. âHow much will it be?'
âAbout three quid.'
âPlus a flaming tip,' muttered McKay as the cab headed down the hill.
âA tip?'
âYes, a tipâ¦for the second time, we're not in Australia now.'
Wallace looked through the rear window. The two men were heading for their car in the car park. The car hadn't moved as yet, maybe the driver had been taking a nap, then he lost sight of them as the cab headed down the hill. It swung around a bend to the right and they found themselves entering the main town area, like so many towns in England the railway station had been placed some way from the town centre.
When the 19th Century railway builders had been laying the tracks from A to B, meaning the larger population centres, any country towns near to which the lines passed had had to build their stations at the nearest point at which the track passed by, a good example being Stourbridge Junction where a single track shuttle line had had to be built to take passengers into the town centre some distance away. There were many such situations in England Scotland and Wales, Kidderminster was one of them.
âThis'll do,' shouted McKay as they found themselves in a narrow street.
âBut the bus station is further down, past the end of thisâ¦' protested the taxi driver.
âNo hurry!'
âBut your mate said you were in a hurry to catchâ¦'
âDon't worry about what he said, this'll do us,' repeated McKay.
âThanks mate,' Wallace said to the cabbie and handed him two pounds, all that was on the meter.
âOh thanks! Having hard times are you?' the driver remarked sarcastically.
âYou could say that,' Wallace responded with some heat as they clambered out. The driver drove off with an angry crash of gears, obviously thinking of the fares he could have had. They dodged across the road, into a small café and headed for its rear end before sitting down. They saw the pursuing car as it flashed past.
âWhat now?'
âWe'll sit tight for now and have a cup of coffee,' McKay looked around and appeared to be satisfied. âThere's no TV in here, that's one good thing. They'll probably catch up with that cab and see that it's empty. Then they'll start searching the streets, we'll be safer off the streets and sitting in here.'
B
ut when they did venture out into the streets it was not as safe as they had thought. Either whoever was leading the search for them had used his head and decided to take a risk, or else they had been spotted at the pub, or maybe the cab driver had decided that they were suspicious characters since they didn't give tips. In any event, they discovered that the police were out in force, and it was odds on that they as well as Rivera could be looking for them.
âIt could be them taking a calculated risk,' commented McKay as they tried to merge in with the various passers by on the pavements. âOr maybe someone spotted us and reported us, who knows. But if it was Kalim & Co who tipped off the cops, they could feel like I do. Anything in our possession can either be taken back if Kalim gets hold of us, or else it will finish up in a police station safe somewhere, either way the people who matter won't get hold of it.'
âLike the French Connection', Wallace hazarded brightly.
âWhat's that?'
âWhen the New York Police Department carried out a drug bust they confiscated the heroin as evidence. When they went to collect it for use in court, someone had nicked it.'
âAh yes, I remember that, Hollywood made a film about it,' McKay nodded. âObviously that was an inside job. I can't see that happening here, but what worries me is the possibility of just plain bungling.'
âYou reckon Kalim would take the risk?'
âHe may not, but Rivera will.'
âWho is this Rivera?'
âI've told you, he's a professional hit man, he is good at his job, the bastard,' said McKay. âHe has the advantage of working just for money; he couldn't really care less whether Kalim or any government ministers are compromised or not.'
A police car entered the end of the street, McKay entered a nearby shop and hissed, âKeep walking straight and don't look round and about.'
Wallace did so, marching almost like a guardsman without looking to his left or right. As the police car passed by he eyed it curiously, just moving his eyes and then marched on with a prickling in the back of his neck. He continued on and in a shop window saw its reflection turn a corner at the end of the street. McKay emerged from the shop carrying a newspaper and followed. Wallace stopped and waited for him.