Savage Games (John Savage Action Thriller Book 2) by Peter Boland

Author:Peter Boland [Boland, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adrenalin Books
Published: 2019-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Tannaz sat across from Savage in the same retro tearoom in Southampton—the place they’d drunk tea with Luke when he was still alive.

Buttery smooth big-band sounds of Glen Miller filled the bunting-strewn air. A waitress in a red wraparound dress and hair like Lana Turner, smiled and plonked a large, blue teapot in front of them. If it wasn’t for the nose ring and tattoos, she’d have looked like she’d stepped straight out of the Blitz.

Tannaz rapidly relayed everything Sylvia Sanchez had said, almost word for word.

“Okay,” said Savage. “So Simon Wellington had Jenny killed because of what she was saying, not because we showed up asking questions.”

“Yes,” replied Tannaz. “Sylvia said she had become more obsessed, ranting about Simon Wellington killing her daughter before we even visited her.”

Savage poured steaming tea into his cup. “So if Wellington had Sylvia to keep tabs on Jenny, why was Ben Wellington seeing her regularly and contributing to her keep? He hasn’t even got enough money for his own family.”

Tannaz took a sip of black coffee. “Maybe Wellington was being thorough. Ben befriends her, gets her to open up to him, while Sylvia’s there to keep an eye on her day-to-day.”

Savage poured in the milk and gave his tea a stir, gazing into the swirling liquid as if the answer lay there. “Like Sylvia said, Wellington would be doubling up, two people doing the same job. And if it was true, why would Jenny open up to the son of a man who killed her daughter?”

“Maybe she didn’t know who he was.”

Tannaz looked out the steamed-up window, an industrial hazard in a place where tea is served all day. She turned back to Savage and said, “Well, one good thing we’ve learnt, we’re still under the radar as far as Simon Wellington is concerned. Sylvia never got to file the report about us sniffing around the nursing home.”

“She could still say something to Simon Wellington. Rat us out.”

Tannaz shook her head. “No way, she’s too frightened of being deported. She won’t say anything.”

“Where did Sylvia’s mobile phone lead you?”

“I hacked it and found the withheld number that called her every Friday, belongs to a guy goes by the name of Bluetooth, real name Kieran Preston, shaved head, always has a headset plugged into his ear. Now this guy is definitely on the payroll for Wellington. Guy never leaves his side, drives him around, kind of bodyguard slash personal assistant.”

“Any pictures, background on him?”

“None. So I’m guessing Kieran Preston isn’t his real name.” Tannaz drained her black coffee. “So what do we do next?”

“Stick with the plan. Wait and see.”

Tannaz put her cup down a little too hard, making the cutlery on the table jump. “Surely we have enough to go to the police now. We have Sylvia Sanchez. She was tipped off about Jenny’s murder. Told to stay away from her room. We have Bluetooth, we can prove there’s a connection between him and Sylvia. We have Ben Wellington paying for Jenny’s nursing home and his visits.

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