Black Water by Cormac O'Keeffe

Author:Cormac O'Keeffe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black & White Publishing
Published: 2019-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

The morning chorus greeted Crowe as she exited the car. Silhouettes of birds stretched out along the wires, beaks pointing up, chirping away.

She clutched the warrant. Intelligence told them that Maggot hadn’t turned up anywhere since the shooting.

Up until this morning, she was just on the cameras. Now she was in on the raids and the interviews. And Tyrell had given her charge of Maggot, if he was there, and Jig. She smiled at the poisoned chalice, but loved being in on the action.

Three ERU officers were ahead of her, all of them pictures of moving darkness, covered head to toe in black combat gear. She eyed their arsenal: a Heckler & Koch MP7 machine gun, smoke bombs, a Taser along with the standard issue Sig. Two brandished their MP7s. The third was holding the red hammer. The threat level was rated medium. They didn’t expect firearms, but there could be resistance. Not least from the deranged ma.

Crowe glanced at her watch: 6 a.m. on the button.

She watched the red hammer slam just above the handle, catapulting the door back. The ERU man left the hammer down and grabbed his weapon and followed his colleagues in, firearms poised. The ERU’s ‘shock and awe’ approach was impressive, if slightly scary, Crowe felt.

She and the others waited at the door, listening. There was shouting and roaring and a clatter of bodies.

Crowe felt the weight of the Sig on her waist, a reassuring sensation at times like this.

The birds continued to whistle as order was enforced. One of the ERU men came back down and checked each of the downstairs rooms.

He walked back towards Crowe.

‘Secured. No sign of Maggot.’

She nodded. No surprise. She strode up the stairs, avoiding getting tangled in random clothes and bags.

Crowe squinted at the bright bulb on the tiny landing, no more than two-foot square. She scrunched her nose at the smell of piss from the toilet.

‘Go on, point that weapon at me,’ the ma snarled from inside her room. ‘I fucking dare ya, ya prick.’

Crowe looked in. She and Hunter were lying face down on their beds, their hands cable-tied behind them. So, they had put up resistance and the ERU guys had to restrain them. A second ERU man stood facing them, his gun poised. In Jig’s room, she could hear the third ERU guy ordering the boy to put some clothes on.

‘I fucking knew ya be behind this,’ the ma shouted on seeing her.

‘This is the warrant to search the house and arrest Jig and Darren,’ Crowe said as she stepped in and placed it beside the mother’s head.

‘Fuck ya, ya culchie bitch,’ she shouted at Crowe. ‘I’ll be on to the radio about all this. This is fucking harassment, State fucking oppression, it is.’

But Crowe ignored her and went towards Jig’s room, just as he was pulled out. He was dressed in tracksuit bottoms and top, his hands cable-tied behind him. There was shouting from the younger children in the room.

‘Mr and Ms Hunt,’ Crowe said, turning back into their room.

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