Blood Money by Chris Ryan

Author:Chris Ryan [Chris Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RHCP
Published: 2005-03-03T05:00:00+00:00

On the other side of town, Alex and Amber reached St Francis’s Hospital. It was modern, recently built, with palm trees in the forecourt that waved in the breeze as ambulances pulled up.

‘This is where that boy had his kidney taken out?’ said Amber.

Alex nodded. ‘It’s a lot more swish than I was expecting.’

A long limousine drew up and stopped outside the entrance. A uniformed chauffeur got out of the driver’s seat and opened the back door. A figure climbed out carefully, brushing the creases out of a linen suit. On his wrist was a large gold watch. He straightened up and began to walk slowly towards the doors.

Amber remembered the women in the safe house; the patients at the clinic. She muttered to Alex, ‘It looks like the clientele’s a bit different here from downtown.’

Alex looked at the people going in and out of the hospital, visiting friends, bringing people for treatment. It was shocking to see people who were so well dressed after the poverty they had witnessed. It was like a different country.

‘Do you really think they’ve got Bina prisoner here?’ said Amber.

‘Only one way to find out,’ said Alex. ‘We’ve got to get in.’

Amber put her hand on his shoulder to stop him. ‘If we’re not going to be thrown out straight away, we’d better look like we’re respectable.’ She glanced at the knife on Alex’s waistband. Wearing it was as natural to him as wearing a watch was to other people. She knelt on the ground and opened Hex’s rucksack. ‘Put that in here.’

Alex handed the knife over and Amber stowed it in the bag. He still didn’t look quite right. Her fingers closed around something and she pulled it out. ‘Well, well, what have we here?’ She smiled in delight. ‘Hex uses hair gel.’

Alex looked horrified. ‘He doesn’t.’

Amber showed him the jar. ‘Well, it’s his bag and this sure as hell ain’t mine.’

‘The wuss,’ said Alex. ‘Wait till I see him.’ As he turned round Amber stood up and slopped a dollop of gel onto his fringe. ‘Hey—’

She silenced him with a furious look and started working the gel into his hair. ‘The more groomed you look, the richer you look.’

‘I was groomed.’

‘In a Geordie sort of way.’ Amber stroked the gel through his hair and sculpted it into trendy spikes.

Alex pulled a face. ‘It smells like perfume.’

‘Nearly done.’ Amber made one last adjustment and put the gel back in Hex’s rucksack. ‘Ooh, here’s Paulo’s pink shirt—’

‘No!’ barked Alex.

Amber grinned. ‘Only kidding. Ready?’

Alex glared at her. She might as well have tied a bow in his hair. ‘I feel like a girl,’ he said. ‘Come on.’

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