Breaking Point (The Point Series: Book 2) by Brennan Gerard

Author:Brennan, Gerard [Brennan, Gerard]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

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Owen started to feel twitchy an hour into his stake-out. The meditation app was a load of shite in the daylight and the radio had nothing for him. There were no CDs worth a damn in the car either.

"Fuck it."

He'd have to go back in, see if he could get any more info out of the girl. Sitting and waiting was a load of shite.

The automatic doors shushed open. Owen made a beeline for the tills. There was a fat guy in Rachel's spot. He looked angry. Owen didn't waste the smile on him.

"Where is she?"

"Who?"

"Rachel O'Hare."

"She left half an hour ago. Why?"

"What's it to you?"

"Excuse me?"

The big man quivered. Owen wasn't sure if it was anger or fear. He was happy to keep poking until he found out.

"Excuse you?" Owen sniffed the air. "Why, did you fart?"

"Jesus Christ, this is some day. Why don't you just call her if you want her?"

"Did you just take The Lord's name in vain?"

"Would you prefer it if I said the F-word?"

Owen smiled. The big guy was showing a little bit of fire. More fool him.

"I'd prefer it if you'd act professionally, sir."

The fire in fatso's belly scorched his cheeks red. "Would you know much about professionalism, yourself... sir?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"You're not at work and I am. So what's wrong? Poor economy? Disability? Lazy and stupid?"

"Cheeky bastard..."

"And you can tell Rachel I'll be doing all I can to get her fired." He looked up over Owen's shoulder and smiled. "Is everything all right, officer?"

"If you think I'm going to fall—"

"Somebody reported suspicious activity in the car park. Have you spotted anything strange yourself?"

Owen clocked the fat fellah's smug expression and braced himself for the inevitable.

"No more than usual, officer. We get some characters in here, like."

"What about you, sir?"

Owen plastered on a fake smile and turned to face the cop. "I just got here, officer."

The cop was younger than Owen, probably mid-twenties. Tall, handsome, bored. The type who didn't think he'd have to investigate petrol station car parks when he signed up, no doubt.

"Is that your car parked by the car wash?"

"No, officer. I walked over from the caravan park up the road there."

"You're not local, then?"

"I'm a Warrenpoint man."

The cop didn't give a shite about that. He eyed Owen for a few seconds then shifted his focus back to the big boy.

"Maybe after you serve this gentleman you can come have a look at the car? See if you recognise it?"

"We're very short-handed."

"I'll not keep you long."

Owen realised the other two men were staring at him. He ordered the first thing that came into his mind.

"I'll have twenty Regal Kingsize. And a lighter."

He was back on the fags, then. And minus a car.

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