Savage Gods (John Savage Action Thriller Book 4) by Peter Boland

Author:Peter Boland [Boland, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adrenalin Books
Published: 2020-04-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

It felt like deja vu. They were on their way to the location of Abdul Abbas, a lock-up garage on the outskirts of Stockwell. Savage’s VW followed the long line of police vehicles, headed up by Fuller in his SO15 van, with two more SO15 vehicles behind him. Fox and Roberts drove behind them in her unmarked police car, followed by four regular police cruisers, each with two officers inside, then Savage’s little van bringing up the rear. They were taking no chances this time. The plan was simple. The four police cruisers would block the street, two at either end, parked across the mouth of the road. The police officers were armed and would stand sentry on crowd control, and would also be there, more importantly, to prevent Abbas from escaping should he somehow make it past Fuller’s six fully armed anti-terrorist officers. It was highly unlikely, but then Abbas had got away from them last time.

A simple pre-mission recce of the area told them the layout of the road was perfect for his capture. Long, straight and narrow. A typical south London back street. An impenetrable wall of tightly huddled terraced houses on one side with no way through them, unless you kicked a front door in or went through a downstairs window. Opposite them was an unbroken line of dingy lock-up garages. Some of them belonged to the houses opposite, some were rented out for storage or for keeping cars in. It was one thing to own a car in London, and quite another to find a safe place to park it, especially if you had a nice one.

The simple configuration of a garage lock-up was also perfect for extracting a suspect. Small, squat, one-storey brick building with one way in and one way out—an up-and-over garage door.

Thanks to Minchie they’d got the address of the lock-up Abbas was hiding in. Number ninety-two. Registered and owned by someone who attended Orchard Road Mosque. He’d rented it out to Abdul Abbas, off the books, cash in hand, no questions asked. Abbas’d had it for the last six months, according to the owner, who currently resided in a police interview room. One, so he wouldn’t have the chance to tip off Abbas that the police were on their way, and two, to establish whether he knew anything of Abbas’s plans to blow up and horrifically kill atheists. If that indeed were the case.

They’d also got lucky identifying that Abbas was in the lock-up. The little brick garages were impenetrable to a police thermal imaging camera. However, someone had cut corners a few years back and had replaced their original roofs with lightweight, opaque, plastic corrugated ones. Cheap, thin and see-through—if you had a thermal imaging camera, which the police helicopter buzzing high overhead did.

It showed the heat signature of one individual, sitting against the wall, clear as if the Predator himself were looking right at him. Most likely, they hoped, Abdul Abbas, hiding out.

Savage and Tannaz listened in their earpieces.

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