Jason Joyce by Stu McMain

Author:Stu McMain [McMain, Stu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12 – South West Whirlwind

The flames bellowed through the window frames as the glass exploded. Just about everything Jason had in the world was inside of that property. His clothes, money, even his food supply. Jason looked at the fuel gauge. Barely a quarter of a tank. He had to act fast. With the Porsche back in its original spot, Jason ran around to the garage block, loading the shotgun and the silenced pistol into the boot of the Insignia before starting the engine. Unlike the Porsche, the Insignia always had a full tank of fuel given its primary purpose. Looking at his phone, Jason could see he had two missed calls from an unknown number. Who the fuck is this? There was no time to question the callers identity now. Jason roared out of the driveway. He did not see the Black Lexus IS300 parked up against the hedge as he disappeared off through the country roads.

The Insignia cruised along the A120 towards Braintree. Jason had no idea of where he was going. He didn’t have anywhere to go. He couldn’t remember how the conversation with Terence had ended, couldn’t work out how the fire started. He didn’t even know which hospital Dominic had been taken to. Questions, anxiety and stress washed around his mind as he swerved into a layby before diving out of the car. His legs were trembling as he staggered across the tarmac, vomiting on the grass verge. What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck is doing this? That Warren and Mitch? Pair of cunts. How did they know it was us? How did they know Dom was involved? Dom is gonna die and it’s down to me. What the fuck did Terence say? I told him I’ve got nowhere to go. Is he gonna sort me somewhere else or kill me? Who the fuck torched Dom’s house? They must have thought I was in it. But do they know who I actually am? If they do, they might tell the police I’m around and I’m fucked. As soon as Terence finds out I’m not a secret anymore that’s gonna be it.

Jason’s thoughts were cut short as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Looking at the screen, the call was once again from the unknown number. That Irish cunt playing it super safe no doubt. Cheers, Terence. You sit in your castle and leave me to deal with all the shit.

“Alright, Terence?”

“Terence? Who the fuck is this?” said a voice in a husky London accent.

“What do you mean, who the fuck is this?” said Jason. “You’ve rang me, you stupid cunt.”

“That Jason?” said the man.

Jason’s heart sank. His initial reaction was to hang up, throw his phone away but there were only a handful of people that knew this telephone number. Jason was desperate for answers. The voice on the other end of the phone was at this point the most likely way to obtain them. “Who

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