Fury - Page 84

“Her brother. The drugs.”

“Gordon?”

The man on the floor shook his head.

“No. Mark.”

“The younger one.”

“Aye.” The man glanced around the warehouse. “He’s been helping us move drugs about using the coffins. No one’s going to stop and search for drugs amongst the dead bodies. Only there’s not really any dead bodies. Just one or two. Just in case the cops do take a look. The coffins underneath are empty.”

“Apart from the drugs.”

He nodded. I glanced at the men in helmets and Demon, whose face was splashed with blood.

“Go back to Mike Mason and tell him his beef with Heidi is over. We’ll sort Mark out. You even sniff around Heidi again. It’ll be your bowels I shove down your throat, not just your eyes.”

“Why?” he whispered.

“Why what?”

“Why let us off like that? Why not tell the police?”

“Because now you owe us.”

“And who are you?”

“We’re the Northern Kings.”

I didn’t think the man’s face could go any paler, but I was wrong.

*****

The Walker funeral home was locked up for the night, but I sat in the truck in my carpark, anyway. I knew what I was looking for, what I was waiting for, the cameras still linking to my phone. I should have deleted the feeds, left the funeral home to it. But for days I’d watched them, wondering if she ever came back. And as the weeks passed, and she didn’t return, I stopped watching.

The little brunette, Poppy, arrived first. The car used to pull around the back, some effort to conceal their meet-ups. Now, she was as brazen as brass, pulling up in the parking lot right at the front.

“Poppy Mason,” Demon’s voice rumbled low beside me. “You’ve fucked that one, aye?”

I nodded. “We needed more freezer space than Dave would have been comfortable with. She had keys. Didn’t have any clue she was connected to some wannabe east end gangsters, like.”

“Was she worth it?”

“Wasn’t memorable. Didn’t go back for seconds.”

“How we doing this, Fury?”

“I’m not up for hurting the girl.”

“We’ll not hurt either of them. Just frighten them. No bat shit crazy stunts, Demon.”

“You wanted a demonstration back in the warehouse. A demonstration they got.”

“Aye. I didn’t really mean for you to gouge his eye out and stuff it down his throat. A quick kill would have done.”

Demon shrugged, the splashes of blood still on his white t-shirt. “Got the job done quick, Fury. Bout time some of the other fuckers in this club earned their Dirty Deeds honours.”

“They will soon enough. The Hand will make sure of that.”