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It had been three weeks since all hell had broken loose, and Kevin had all but begged him to get them back to London. He stood leaning against the island in the kitchen of an apartment only two people in the world knew existed, coffee in his mug steaming away in front of him. Rain pattered against the skylight above his head, and he sighed softly. How it had only been three weeks was beyond him, three weeks ago life had been so different and now, well now it was somehow easier. A phone buzzed somewhere to his right, half of him was tempted to let it ring out but, a lifetime of loyalty and service simply wouldn’t allow him.
“What?”
“It’s Eddie, he’s in a bad way. How fast can you get here?”
His eyes closed briefly, of course it was something to do with that little twerp.
“15 minutes, usual place”
The line went dead and he took a long sip of his coffee whilst he mulled over his options, reaching to his back pocket he toyed with the idea of not telling Kev, letting him exist in blissful ignorance for a while longer, no he couldn’t do that anyhow if it was his Gina, he’d want to know. Shooting a text to his best mate and deciding to keep it brief, he downed the last of his coffee and headed for the door. He paused in the hall to shrug on a weathered Barbour jacket and check the security cameras manning the front entrance, seeing nothing he stepped out and waited for the click of the lock behind him.
Within minutes he was behind the wheel and pulling out of the street, for someone who had been in the business as long as he had staying aware of your surroundings was second nature, seeing nothing that troubled him anymore than the last three weeks had, he accelerated harshly, enjoying the slight pull of the V8 engine beneath him. The drive to the yard didn’t take long due to the lack of traffic on the wet streets, most Londoners having the common sense to stay indoors where it was dry.
With a flick of his hand the car swung through the steel gates and onto mud, glancing around he spotted three of their men huddled near one of the transit vans parked to the north of the small compound. Never a good sign, he flicked the engine off and opened the car door as Paul appeared from the door of the portacabin in front of him.
“He’s pretty fucking banged up H.”
A glare and a grunt were the only response he gave as pushed past and up the steps to the door.
“H” He half turned with a raised eyebrow, “What?”
“Did you tell Kev yet?”
He moved to lean against one of the shoddy wooden banisters to his left. “What do you think Paul, it’s his son in there.”
Paul grimaced but turned and walked away, if he was shaking his head like Harry thought he was, well he’d deal with him later. Turning back, he hauled the door open and stepped in.