Miracle On The Clyde (Glasgow Crime) by Evans A D

Author:Evans, A D [Evans, A D]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: A.D.Evans
Published: 2012-01-26T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTYFOUR

One of their Kidnappers wakened Fiona and her daughter on the morning of Christmas Eve. They were told to prepare themselves to move within the next five minutes.

They had been provided with clean clothing from their holiday luggage on the previous afternoon. The mother and daughter had been taken to another room with a small bed and allowed to be untied. They were told that at the slightest hint of any noise or trouble their bonds and gags would be replaced. They had cuddled into each other until the early darkness of the winter evening eased them into a fitful dreamless sleep. They had wakened on several occasions to readjust the thin blankets that were their only protection against the chilling cold of a Scottish winter’s evening.

The pair dressed hurriedly, and when their captor returned they were ready to move as requested. As they made their way downstairs the door of the flat in which they had been held was opened. Fiona’s boyfriend was coming through it accompanied by two large rough looking men. They were warned in no uncertain terms to be quiet, and led to a large Mercedes saloon car. The car left Haghill, and headed for the M8 motorway going west. The vehicle exited the motorway at Cowcaddens, and headed straight up Garscube road, down Queen Margaret Drive and took a right turn into Clouston Street. From there they went straight to Fiona’s home in Kelvinside.

As the car pulled up outside their home she felt like crying with relief.

One of the men in the front leaned over and speaking in a low voice warned her and her partner to forget the events of the past three days. They were told exactly what would happen to Alyson if their advice were not taken seriously.

Her and her man expressed their truly remarkable loss of memory, and swore to the men that there would be no problem.

The trio were deposited on the pavement with their cases, and wished a merry Christmas.

The large black Merc glided away, and they were left standing there wondering what it had all been about.

‘Will I run round to the butchers and see if he's got a turkey left for tomorrow hen?’

‘A fuckin' turkey! You're the biggest turkey that I know. You were certainly clucking like one when we were picked up. Just fuck off away somewhere and give me and the wean peace’

‘It's Christmas, where the fuck can I go?’

‘Try the fuckin' Forth an’ Clyde canal’ was her reply as she slammed the heavy front door in his face.

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