The Last Light Of Day: A harrowing crime thriller set in the heart of Wales (The Jamie Johansson Files Book 1) by Morgan Greene

Author:Morgan Greene [Greene, Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mercury Books
Published: 2023-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

Once the Armenian was in the boot, with the doors locked and the parcel shelf pulled across to hide his unconscious body, Jamie and Hassan went towards the door.

On the first step, Hassan paused.

‘What is it?’ Jamie asked.

‘Give me the gun,’ he said.

‘Why?’

‘Because I’m going first. And if anyone’s in there and ready to shoot me, I want to have the ability to shoot back.’

‘So let me go first,’ Jamie replied.

He shook his head. ‘No. My gig, my rules. Gun.’ He held his hand out.

‘You know every time you’ve gone through a door first when we’re together you end up getting shot,’ she replied.

‘I learned my lesson,’ he insisted. ‘Gun.’

Jamie sighed. ‘Fine. But if this is some bravado thing—’

‘It’s not,’ he said. ‘I just don’t know what’s waiting for us. And I know I’ll pull the trigger if it comes to it.’

‘A lot has changed,’ Jamie replied. ‘It’s been a long few years.’

‘I know,’ he said sadly, as though he knew what she’d been through. ‘Which is why you want to give me the gun. You don’t need to add any more bodies to your conscience. Not for me.’

Jamie handed it over. ‘I don’t think these ones would weigh on me,’ she said, stepping up after him. ‘And I’m not here for you.’

Hassan offered her a final glance, then pulled the door open and stepped inside.

What Jamie expected, she wasn’t sure. But what they found was that they were standing in an empty laundromat.

It was still early in the day, and a quick look around showed most of the machines were either partially disassembled, had ‘Out of Order’ signs on them, or just looked so run down and dirty, you wouldn’t want to put your clothes in them. Which made sense considering the real money was being made upstairs.

A small counter at the back sat in front of a curtained doorway.

Hassan stepped towards it, looking around the room, seeing no people and no cameras.

So far, so good, Jamie thought as they circled the counter, an empty stool sitting behind it.

Hassan pushed the curtain aside gently, peeking through before he went in.

Jamie followed cautiously, the feeling of emptiness in her hands distinct. She didn’t like it.

They came to a small room. On the left was another counter, this one with a laptop behind it. Jamie took a quick look, saw there was also a cash drawer there with a key slot, and a card machine too. Guess even brothels had to enter the twenty-first century at some point.

There was a split of four camera feeds displaying on the computer screen. One showing a view of outside the front door, one covering the alleyway outside the gate, another covering a narrow corridor lined with doors, a set of stairs at the far end, and the fourth … which was just black - though the feed was live, the time ticking upwards in the corner. It was just dark wherever the camera was.

She reserved judgement until she knew, but it still gave her a bad feeling.

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