The Dead Sea by Andrew Jackson

Author:Andrew Jackson [Jackson, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-17T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

The sound of smashing glass echoed through the hall and Andrei raced up the stairs as fast as he could as thousands of shards spilled onto the floor behind him. Heather was waiting at one of two doorways at the top of the stairs and waved him inside as the first of the strangers climbed through the broken entrance behind them.

"Hurry!"

Andrei stepped in and Heather bolted the door. Within seconds, a heavy thud sounded against it as the men tried to force their way through. Andrei pulled out his phone and redialled the last call he'd made.

"Inspector Portillo?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"It's Agent Sousa! We're being attacked. Send a squad car to..."

Realising he had no idea where he was, Andrei passed the phone to Heather.

"Tell her!"

He took up position against the door, bracing it against the heavy strikes on the other side. He could hear the men arguing in between their efforts, as they organised themselves. The door was not especially strong and Andrei knew that very shortly it would be breached.

Heather tapped him on the shoulder and handed the mobile back.

"She didn't seem especially moved, but a car's on its way - or so she says."

The beating stopped and the men fell silent. Andrei backed away from the door.

"Maybe they've gone? Who are they?"

"I only recognised one of them. I think he's a crewman on La Mujer Codiciosa. He was the one who attacked me at the fish market and stole my camera."

Andrei relaxed for a second as the silence lengthened and he thought about what she was saying.

"That would make sense. But they know where you live now, so we need to get you..."

Behind him, the door flew open with an almighty crash. It hit Andrei on the back and sent him flying forward. In through the door stepped a thin, lean man with a knife poised menacingly in his hand. He was followed by a large, heavily-muscled man who carried a sledgehammer which looked small in his massive hands.

It was at times like these that Andrei wished he carried a gun. Interpol didn't routinely arm its agents. They didn't feel the need to. Interpol was not supposed to be actively involved with criminals. It was simply an intelligence database to assist others. Andrei, however, did not always work for Interpol. At the beginning of his career he worked as a cop on the tough streets of Sao Paulo, Brazil's largest city. After several years working the streets, he made detective and moved on to serious and organised crime. It was then that he realised the police would always be one step behind the determined and well-organised criminal gangs, of not just Brazil, but the world in general. When an opening came to work with Interpol, Andrei jumped at the chance. Since then he'd travelled the world with his current employer, and now, in his last years of service, he'd taken up a position in his home country of Brazil to settle down and prepare for retirement. Things just weren't working out that way.

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