Ivory Nation: A Gabriel Wolfe Thriller (The Gabriel Wolfe Thrillers Book 11) by Andy Maslen

Author:Andy Maslen [Maslen, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tyton Press
Published: 2020-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

Back at the hotel, Stella’s force-issued phone delivered two pieces of intelligence. Dr Montho called from the university to confirm the soil from the inside of the vehicle trim was definitely local. And Lucian sent her a text.

Trim is Range Rover.

On their second trip to the Oasis, Eli and Stella drove all the way. Figuring it might be a good idea to have their wheels close at hand, Eli parked the Toyota right outside the club. They’d discussed whether the Merc would make a better statement but, in the end, the Toyota’s rugged practicality and lack of brand kudos would make it a safer bet.

She blipped the throttle a couple of times, raising the revs to a deafening roar before killing the engine. Through the windscreen she watched the assorted lowlifes, swagger-merchants, wannabe gangsters and gangsters’ molls for a few seconds.

A couple of the boys moved closer, hands grabbing crotches, trousers at half mast like teenagers all over the world. They made complicated gang signs with knitted fingers and waved through the dusty glass.

In a coordinated move they’d practised back at the resort, Eli and Stella swung the doors wide and jumped out before slamming them again with a stuttered double-bang.

They’d paid just as much attention to their outfits as to the choreography. ‘Joyce’ was in her business suit, but this time with low-heeled boots beneath the trousers. She’d tucked the little revolver into the back of her waistband.

‘The help’ wore black jeans tucked into black combat boots and a black, sleeveless vest beneath a black silk bomber jacket. In a holster on her waist the Glock sat, stripped, cleaned and oiled, with a full magazine and topped off with one in the chamber.

Each woman also had a slender-bladed knife tucked into her right boot.

Eli singled out the biggest lad in the group of drinkers by the front door. She pointed at him.

‘You!’ she shouted.

He placed a palm flat on his chest and raised his eyebrows. Me?

‘Come here.’

The tone of authority was unmistakable to everyone gathered around the two women. Eli was used to giving orders and watched with satisfaction as his feet began to carry him towards her before he’d had a chance to think it through. Still got it, El!

Recovering some of his poise he sauntered over, taking his time, winking left and right at his friends. He stopped in front of her, hands loose by his side. Looked her up and down. Kissed his teeth.

Then he smiled, a slow, lazy grin that stretched his lips wide, revealing perfect teeth, even and straight.

‘You, ah, want something, darling?’

‘How much do you make in a week?’ Eli snapped out the question.

‘None of your damn business.’ It came out nun ya dam bidness.

She stretched out a fist towards him making him jerk back. Rolled it over and opened her finger to reveal a rolled $50 note.

‘Watch the truck and you get another when we come out.’

He stared at her for two or three seconds, popped an unlit match into his mouth and gripped it between his teeth.

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