Abduction in Dalgety Bay by Ramsay Sinclair

Author:Ramsay Sinclair [Sinclair, Ramsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-12T22:00:00+00:00

16

We were in position on the serene streets and scenery that surrounded the warehouse. It was the time of day where kids were still in school, knackered parents napped at home, and employees were busy on their shifts. I’d parked up the Volvo on Ferris Way as planned. We blended in with a number of parked cars belonging to the warehouse workers. Cillian and Rebecca were only roughly visible, and we had to squint to see them properly.

The warehouse stood tall, and the appearance of its dim structure was sobering enough for us, let alone the employees. Whoever decided upon the exterior design should have been sacked. It was utterly depressing, especially if you were signing your life away to work twelve-hour shifts there.

Mr and Mrs Carling were positioned in front of the rusted iron rungs and clutched each other in suspense. They stood in the middle of a practically abandoned car park which led onto our road, property of the warehouse owners too. Mr Carling visibly shook and wouldn’t stop cranking his neck in every possible direction for a sight of the kidnappers' vehicle, and Mrs Carling shuffled tensely on the spot. Every so often, they would stare directly at us, eyes open wide in fear.

“I hope we can pull this off. Fifteen minutes to go.” McCall bit the inside of her cheek, every bit as worried as the parents. She was seatbelted and checking our wing mirrors habitually. It wasn’t hard to tell we were on edge, for McCall was tapping thunderously upon her thighs, and my hands quivered. Purely from adrenaline, I convinced myself.

The electronic numbers on our car clock changed every sixty seconds, flowing through the minutes like a leaking tap that simply wouldn’t stop, no matter how many times you willed it to.

“Have a little faith in us all, McCall. We’re CID. This is what we do… sometimes.” My words were of no comfort.

“We’re a ragamuffin crew at best,” she said in a monotone voice, paranoia getting the better of her as we kept our eyes firmly peeled on the corners of the square.

“Please stop referring to us as pirates. Look, there’s some of the delta team there.” I pointed out the window towards a couple of guys dressed in warehouse uniforms. They were discreet, scruffy work overalls with a company logo on the back. They stood in a small group, pretending to have a private conversation as work pals.

“Tony and John should also be directly opposite us, behind all the greenery.” McCall tried to gesture to their whereabouts, but the tall gates restricted our view of them.

“Everyone in position and receiving me?” an affirmative but kind voice crackled over the police radios. DCI Harvey.

“We can hear you,” I replied whilst McCall spied through the windows. “We’ve got eyes on the Carlings. Briefcase is still in hand.”

Cillian and Rebecca were the next to reply, and it was obvious who was in charge of the radio duties in that vehicle. “Aye, aye, captain. Ma’am, I mean. We can see the same as DI Cooper.

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