Double Identity by Alison Morton

Author:Alison Morton [Morton, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pulcheria Press

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Three hours later, Mel signed a contract with the Associated Security Group as a driver/personal security officer answerable only to Fennington. Downstairs, the head of security, a dour man called Harris, issued her with a personal Glock and watched as she shot some clusters in the small indoor range. She was surprised to be given a gun licence immediately. Surely that wasn’t legal in the UK? But she said nothing, just made a note to inform EIRS.

She’d been assigned a desk in the open area in front of Fennington’s office opposite the taciturn Ms Westbrook. After a lunch brought to her at her desk by a junior, she investigated the basement gym and discovered Gregory, the disgruntled bodyguard, sparring with his colleague.

Mel watched as the two black men circled. Gregory was tall and broad, probably around a hundred kilograms including a thin layer of fat which could have been worked off with some regular running. For a big man, he was agile. He glanced up as she approached the ropes and shot her an angry look. He struck his sparring partner a heavy blow. The other man staggered back and held up his hands. Their training bout was over.

Gregory removed his helmet and face guard to reveal a bandaged nose. He walked to the edge of the ring then crouched down and slipped under the ropes onto the floor of the gym. He didn’t say anything for a moment or two, just looked Mel up and down. He hooked his mouthguard out, shook it and stuffed it in the pocket of his sweatpants.

‘I’ll be watching you. I don’t know why the boss wants you. This ain’t the place for amateur girlies.’

‘Good thing I’m not then.’

‘You trying to be clever?’

‘I don’t have to try.’

‘You want to get in there and prove that, bitch?’

Mel laughed. Gregory’s sparring partner and two other men previously exercising on the machines had stopped to watch them.

‘I don’t need to prove anything, Gregory. You know that. Isn’t twice beaten enough for you? How’s the nose, by the way?’

He grasped the ropes and shook them.

‘Fuck you,’ he said. His voice was tight with anger. ‘You keep out of my way.’

‘I’ll be doing my job,’ Mel snapped back. ‘You try to make some attempt at doing yours, whatever that is now.’

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