instead.’ He pointed to the rear of the shed. ‘We’ll sneak through there, then make our way round to the front of the hangar. If Jake is here, we should be able to find him without being seen.’
As they crept off, a clatter from ahead rattled the dark.
‘Stay here,’ hissed Johnny, and before Ethan could say anything, he had slipped away into the darkness.
But Ethan didn’t like being left behind. And he’d never been good at waiting for something to happen. So he quickly followed—
And nearly collided with Johnny coming back.
‘I told you to stay.’
‘I’m not a dog.’
Johnny looked at Ethan. ‘I know Jake’s pissed you off, but going out looking for a fight isn’t like going out on the pull. When you want a fight, you’re almost guaranteed to get laid – out!’
‘I just don’t like being messed about, that’s all,’ said Ethan. ‘Is it Jake?’
Johnny nodded, his face grim. ‘Him and two others I don’t recognize. They’re in the hangar.’
‘What are they doing?’
‘No idea,’ said Johnny. ‘But we’re going to phone Sam.’
‘How about calling the police while you’re at it?’
Johnny shook his head. ‘If we call the police and this is just Jake being a prick, they’ll do us for time wasting.’
Ethan watched as Johnny pulled out his phone, scrolled through the numbers and hit CALL.
A ‘Yes?’ hissed into the air, and Johnny handed the phone to Ethan.
‘Your gig, mate; you’d best tell him.’
Ethan took the phone and explained everything to Sam. Two minutes later he killed the phone and handed it back to Johnny with a nod. ‘He’s on his way.’
‘No surprise there,’ said Johnny. ‘So what do you want to do now?’
‘Well, we either hang about and wait for Sam,’ said Ethan, ‘or we get on and do something. Let’s see if we can find out what Jake’s actually up to.’
Just then they both saw a shadow stroll out of the hangar and into the moonlight to smoke a cigarette. They watched, unmoving, until the figure flicked the cigarette butt away and turned back. The dying cigarette cast a faint red arc in the darkness.
Johnny nodded towards the hangar. ‘Let’s go.’
The hangar doors were large, sitting like sliding cat flaps in two even bigger doors for aircraft moving in and out of the hangar. Ethan and Johnny crept past the open doors and hid behind a large bin and a pile of discarded pallets. From there, they could see what was going on inside the hangar without being spotted themselves. They saw torches cutting the dark like light sabres and heard laughter echoing in the air.
Jake was with two other men. They were both large guys, taller than Ethan, and they were dressed in black, with long leather jackets that finished just above the knee. They looked to Ethan liked they’d popped along to Criminals ’R’ Us to get dressed up before heading out. From this distance, the only difference between the two was that one had blond hair, the other black. They were busy pulling the parachutes out of their packs and shredding them with Stanley knives.
‘They’re messing with the rigs,’ said Ethan.
‘Yeah,’ Johnny muttered. ‘They’re shredding everything. Harnesses, canopies – all ruined. The bastards.’
They heard Jake shout at the other two to hurry up.
Ethan could hardly bear to sit still and watch as more rigs were destroyed. At last he spoke. ‘We need to keep them here until Sam arrives,’ he said. ‘I reckon he’ll want to have a word or two with Jake.’
Johnny nodded. ‘And your plan for that?’
‘We lock them in,’ said Ethan.
‘Nice,’ agreed Johnny, nodding appreciatively.
‘And simple,’ added Ethan.
15
‘It’s easy . . .’ Ethan had almost convinced himself. ‘You take this side of the hangar; I’ll sneak round the back and come up the other side. That’ll give me a chance to check the back doors are locked so they can’t escape.’
‘Used to trapping criminals in the act, are you?’ said Johnny.
‘When you see me at the other hangar door,’ continued Ethan, ‘wait for my signal.’
‘Ooh, a signal!’ said Johnny. ‘How James Bond!’
Ethan smiled. ‘I’ll raise my hand. You wave back to indicate you’ve seen me. Then we push the doors together – fast! – and shut them in. OK?’
‘Just like that?’ said Johnny.
‘Just like that,’ repeated Ethan. ‘Ready?’
Johnny nodded.
With a deep breath, Ethan scooted along the side of the hangar. There were two doors at the back and one more on the other side. All were still securely padlocked. Soon he was round at the front of the hangar again.