Charlie: An international thriller by Finn Og

Author:Finn Og [Og, Finn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indie Author
Published: 2017-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

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My hire car and I were nearly flat packed by a Luas tram on the North Quay. Dublin had evidently changed a lot in my absence. I turned onto a street I thought I knew well, only to find the silent menace trundling towards me. It had a bell like a pushbike, hardly a fitting warning I thought, as I reversed at speed and nearly killed a horse pulling a carriage full of tourists. The driver’s reaction reminded me that swearing is a national pastime in Ireland. The language isn’t designed to be offensive, it’s simply common parlance, but it makes sailors, like me, sound dainty. I decided to abandon the car and make the rest of the trip on foot.

I’d spent weeks making sure that that my instincts were worth following, that I hadn’t missed a trick. I had to work out who wanted me dead, so that I would not get dead when they tried again. I had a child to mind, and a little heart to heal.

I felt sure that I hadn’t been compromised through my work for the charity woman. Before I binned the phone, she engaged me about once a fortnight to do jobs. The process was simple; she sent me an address through the encrypted Viber app, I hired a van, performed a recce, and worked out an extraction plan. Then I messaged her, told her when I’d have the girls extracted, and she looked after flights or ferries to get them home. Thereafter it was simply a matter of delivering the girls, and making sure they were safely removed from the country.

The work itself wasn’t well paid, but the spoils were generally pretty good. Occasionally there was a bundle of cash in the apartments, most of which I gave to the girls, some of which I kept. Generally though, even with a wedge of Euros placed in their pockets, I walked away with a handsome sum. I found this easy to justify, given the risks I was taking. I had a child to look after, and although this work wasn’t as dangerous as my previous job, it was pretty precarious, and risk had to be rewarded. Besides, it had human value, I was good at it, and because of the extra income, I got to spend more time with Isla than a nine-to-five life would have allowed.

Sometimes there was a confrontation, which I admit, I enjoyed. Gnarly, shaven-headed pimps showed up from time to time. Horrible, selfish, callous bastards that they were. Word was evidently getting around, because at some point they stopped challenging me, and ran as soon as they realised what was happening. I would cause them enough pain to force them to lead me to their vehicles, and their cash. Occasionally I would liberate a weapon, and sling it in the Liffey, or some other deep river or lake. But I was always careful, ridiculously so. Anyone who could have followed me was left on the floor of a flat in bits, bleeding and battered, and without their phone.

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