Ruthless: A London gangland romantic suspense novel ( The Bailey Boys Book 3) by PJ Adams

Author:PJ Adams [Adams, PJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: James Grieve Press
Published: 2017-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

15

Straight away, she didn’t like Ronnie.

He met her at Liverpool Street station by the steps up to McDonald’s, just as he’d promised. The arrangements had been no more specific than that, and as the train crawled the last few hundred yards into the station she worried that she might miss him. She had his number at least, so she could call.

As it happened, that wasn’t necessary. Although the place was busy, he was the only person standing there, obviously waiting. He was a tall, thin figure with flat black hair and a big hooked nose. His eyes swept the crowd and then lighted on Maggie as she approached and tentatively held out a hand for him to shake.

“Ronnie? Thank you so much for meeting me here. Do you have any news of my brother?”

He shrugged, said something noncommittal, then put a hand on her arm and led her up the stairs. “Come with me. I’ll give you a lift, darling.”

His touch hurt, fingers like claws gripping just a little too tight.

He’d parked on double yellow lines in a side street not far from the station. A silver BMW. He drove with his body half turned in the seat so he could face her, steering one-handed.

“So you going to tell me how you got my number? You said it was a friend gave it you.”

His gaze crawled over her. She wished he would watch the road. Anything but...

She nodded. “I am just looking for my brother.”

She should have listened to Owen. To his warnings about the kind of people she would encounter down here. But this Ronnie, he was supposed to be one of the good ones...

“Owen said you would help me,” she said. She noted Ronnie’s reaction to the mention of that name: the slight raise of the eyebrows, the marginal turn of the head, the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

It wasn’t a slip of the tongue, a casual betrayal of who had given her Ronnie’s number. It was a calculated thing. A deliberate choice. She knew Owen had influence. Weight. If there was anything that would serve as leverage right now then she would use it, if it might help her find her brother.

“’Course I will,” he said.

They drove in silence for a while, stopping and starting through heavy London traffic. She had not been to this city before, and in her head she had expected palaces and castles and parks, not the crowded, dirty streets through which they slowly passed. She knew it was a big city, and the London of her anticipation might easily exist elsewhere, but this London... it matched her mood, at least.

As they drove, anticipation turned to growing disappointment and not a little anxiety.

She realized she was pressing back against the door, unconsciously putting as much space as possible between herself and Ronnie as he half-faced her.

“So how d’you know Owen, then? I haven’t seen him for a while. We used to be close.”

“I work for him. He help me.”

Ronnie nodded. “Where you come in from today? Cambridge? Norwich? Southend?”

“I.

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