Hello My Angel - Sue Brown Page 0,22
me what to do,” Cal said.
“I wonder how he knows the government spook.”
“I think we’ve enough to worry about at the moment.”
Josh held Cal tighter. “We’re going to get her, Charlie. Alive or dead. We’re going to get her.”
“Are you referring to Weatherly or Chyna?”
“Either. Both,” Josh said honestly. “I want Weatherly back, but Chyna will kill her without blinking. We have to stop Chyna.”
“Agreed.”
“Kiss me again,” Josh whispered. “I need something to remind me of us before we start again.”
Cal bent over him and they kissed, a tender kiss, more for comfort than passion. Josh hoped they hadn’t lost the passion forever.
Back at the office, the smartboard Josh had ordered was already in use, and showing images of Weatherly, Chyna and the finger.
Rick and Dave weren’t paying any attention to the smartboard. Their focus was on a map of London.
“What are you looking at, guys?” Josh shucked his damp coat and hung it on one of the hooks by the door.
Rick looked up. “We’re looking at possible sightings of the two women.”
“You know you could do that on the smartboard, don’t you?”
“I told them that,” Max muttered from his place at the laptop. His workstation now boasted three monitors. He appeared to be running CCTV footage on two of them.
Rick frowned. “Shut up and come and look.”
Josh rolled his eyes at Max, who gave him a fleeting grin, then he obediently joined the other men at the table. The map was covered in purple dots. “What are we looking at?”
“The dots are the known sightings of the Golf on CCTV and traffic cams.”
Josh studied the map. “So they came down the A119, the A41 and the A1M, and into London. Then what?”
“We lost her just after Fulham Broadway. She could have swapped cars there.”
“Does Chyna have any known connections in Fulham?” Gil asked. He’d parked the car and entered a couple of moments after Josh. Raindrops speckled his black hair.
Dave shook his head. “Not that we know of, but we’re still checking.”
“Where’s Cal?” Josh asked Gil.
“I’m here,” Cal said, wrapping an arm around Josh’s shoulders. “Just had to make a call. What are we looking at?”
“Sightings of the Golf.” Josh squinted at the map and pointed to a road just off the A304. “Is that Waterford Road? Is that meant to be a clue or a red herring?”
“Did you say Waterford Road?” Max asked. His voice sounded strange.
“Yeah, why?” Rick looked over to him.
“I live there.”
Gil was by Max’s side before he completed the sentence. “Why would she go to you?”
“More to the point, how does she know you’re working for us?” Cal snapped.
“Isn’t the point that she’s waving her fucking arms in the air going, ‘Look here’?” Josh said. “We ought to check all our homes for unwanted appendages.”
Cal nodded. “Rick and Dave, phone home. Max, do you live with anyone?”
“No, but my mum goes in to feed my fish when I’m busy. What happens if she opens the package?” Max looked as if he was about to vomit.
“Rick and Dave can go over there to check. Gil, have you checked in at the hotel yet?”
“Yeah, I did. I’ll call them to see if I’ve received a package.” Gil gently squeezed Max’s shoulder. “I’ll stay with you until we catch this bitch.”
Max nodded grimly. To Josh’s admittedly jaded eyes, he looked innocent, more worn than he had the previous day. That’s what the agency did to people. It chewed them up and spat them out.
Rick and Dave finished their phone calls.
“Nothing at home,” Dave said. “I’ve told her to call if something suspicious arrives.”
“I’ve done the same.” Rick pressed his lips together. “I’d prefer the wife and kids go somewhere else.”
“You do what you need to keep them safe,” Cal said.
They waited until Gil had finished his call to the hotel. His grim expression when he looked over made Josh’s heart sink.
“There’s a brown envelope. It was delivered by hand this morning.”
“Whose hand?” Rick muttered.
“That’s a good point,” Josh said. “I’ll get CCTV from the hotel, and Cal, we’ll run the footage from home. We assumed it came in the post, but it might have been hand-delivered. If the car parked outside, we might catch a glimpse of it.”
“I’ll take Max home,” Gil said, “and swing back via the hotel. Rick and Dave should deal with their families first. Max, get your coat.”
Josh hid his smile as Max shut his laptop and did as he was told.
Cal nodded. “Josh and I’ll check as much footage as we can.