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Götterdämmerung (part 7)

 
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Joe broke the connection with Hyle and stood looking thoughtfully at Kirsten for a few moments. He was wrong to be angry with Hyle. He had ‘sold’ Tuki to her because he knew that she would take on the devil itself to protect her… as she was now proving by going to Aunt Lucy’s lair. On her own, no back up. Where she would likely run up against the two most evil women Joe knew.

Kirsten saw it in his eyes even before Joe spoke and the breath caught in her throat.

“I have to go.”

“Joe…”

But Joe was already opening the big steel door.

“You stay here with Annie. Don’t open this door. Harvey and Archie will keep you safe.”

He stepped through the portal and turned, pushing the heavy steel door closed again. Before the door sighed into place Joe locked eyes with her.

“I love you.”

Then he was gone and Kirsten was left looking at the shiny steel door and feeling torn by a swirling mixture of emotions. Fear, love, maternal protection for Annie, and most of all burning anger not only at this Brown woman for her arrival in their lives, but also at Joe for his involvement in whatever it was that had led her here.

Joe was talking as he was moving, sending what men he could to find Hyle and support her in any way she needed. Then, with growing dread, he changed frequencies to one he had not used in a long time. The voice, that voice, spoke in his ear.

“Why Joseph, what a pleasant surprise. It must be what, two years? Tell, you what. Let’s meet. We have such a lot of catching up to do.”

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Hyle was pretty much asleep when she felt the side if the bed sag and the weight of a person move beside her.

Mhhhhh Reavy…..” She murmered, smiling.

Reavy’ put her hand over Hyle’s mouth and pressed down hard. Reality gushed into Hyle's consciousness.

She tried to scream but the hand stopped any sound, she tried to fight back but the duvet had her arms and legs trapped.

The dark figure in the gloom above her spoke. It was a harsh deep whisper, almost hissing.

Shhhh Miss Troy. it’s okay. We are with Mr. Spivey. Quietly now.”

The hand remained in place until Hyle’s struggling stopped and she nodded.

The figure released it’s grip, and the light came on revealing half a dozen surly looking men grouped around the bed. The first guy stood up off the bed and Hyle hurriedly covered her breasts.

Sorry about the frightener Miss Troy. Only Joe said we ‘ad to find you as soon as we could.” The first man said very apologetically.

For helvede! Du skræmte lortet ud af mig!”

Er…. What?”

Nevermind !” Hyle yelled.

Shhhh please Miss. You don’t know who’s listening.”

Hyle sat up in the bed holding the cover around her nakedness

Can I at least put some clothes on?”

There was a general shuffling of feet and each of the men dutifully turned and face the nearest wall they could find.

Thank you.” Hyle slid out of bed and quickly put some clothes on.”

 

One of the men had at least brought some breakfast. Only rough ‘doorstep’ sandwiches and stewed tea from a thermos. But is was good enough under the circumstances. Hyle and her new motley crew sat around on the bed, chairs, table or floor. Discussing the matter in hand while also bringing Hyle up so speed on what Joe was up to.

During the night Hyle had formulated some ideas but at this point there were so many unknowns and imponderables and certainly did not include a bunch of burley thugs, no matter how welcome they were.

 

One by one, Hyle dispatched Joe’s men on various tasks with strict instructions to be contactable. To one of the men she gave her pink leather jacket and a note, telling him to visit the tailor on North street. Only Ned was left, the one who had startled her awake and whom it seemed was the senior member of the bunch. Ned insisted he would stay with her.

Mr. Spivey’s orders, Miss. Said so himself. Like ‘err.. your bodyguard an’ that.”

During the morning everyone who left Diamond Lil’s had a tail. Hyle and Ned watched through binoculars from a useful upstairs window nearby.

 

People left, people returned. Nothing much else happened.



I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers



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