Assassins by Ian Watson & Andy West

Author:Ian Watson & Andy West [Watson, Ian & West, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788494072918
Publisher: Palabaristas Press
Published: 2012-11-24T21:00:00+00:00

Terry was on his knees amid the sea of destruction. He tasted the salt of tears on his lips, and peered through shifting distortions at the old photo of his parents.

“What kind of son did you raise?” he asked them desperately. Maybe it really was all his fault. Maybe he really was hopeless, the way Abigail thought.

He took a long, shuddering breath, and tried to think of practicalities. He ought to call the police. But it was no use, he probably couldn’t even talk without sobbing. He’d lost his beautiful girl. For all he knew, he might have lost half his possessions too. The rest were floating in this chaos, which would take days to clean up. He wouldn’t make it to work now either, he’d be letting the guys down.

Life didn’t get worse than this. Fresh tears burst forth.

And then two policemen walked in. Terry was confused. He hadn’t even called them yet. He stood up and hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve. The police guys gazed around the room. One took off his cap and scratched the scalp under his thinning blonde hair.

“Sir? We had reports of a serious disturbance.”

“I just had a row with my girlfriend, but…”

“I’ll say! Some row!”

“No! No, I mean that wasn’t the disturbance, we didn’t make a disturbance!”

“Well, someone sure disturbed this place pretty bad. Are you injured, sir?”

Terry looked down at his hand. Blood was leaking through the tissue. One of the police guys spoke into his radio.

“I… I just cut my finger. Look… I’ve been burgled, my place is trashed!”

“So this is your apartment?”

“Yes.”

“Well, sir, I have to tell you… This doesn’t look like a burglary exactly. I’d say someone was searching for something in particular. Something valuable to them. Really valuable.”

A third policeman walked in, accompanied by a menacing-looking German Shepherd on a tight leash.

“I haven’t got anything valuable,” protested Terry. “Not really valuable.”

“Value can be a reflection of need.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You don’t mind if we check then, do you sir?”

“Hey! I’m the victim here!”

But the big dog was already unleashed. It bounded about the room, almost immediately picking out a bulky old computer screen lying on its side. The dog pawed at the plastic casing and whined.

“What’s it doing?” asked Terry, a knot of fear already forming in his gut.

“It’s trained to find stuff like cocaine, sir. Perhaps we’d better have that casing off.”

Terry collapsed to his knees again. He wondered if this was a nightmare, if he was really asleep. He beat his head with the palm of his hand, hoping to wake up, or disappear into oblivion, or get any result but having to remain here.

“Sir? Sir! Hey Jim, grab his arms.”

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