The Tower Hill Terror by Dane Cobain

Author:Dane Cobain [Cobain, Dane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC022020 FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Police Procedural FIC030000 FICTION / Thrillers / Suspense FIC022010 FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Hard-Boiled
ISBN: 9781645990529
Publisher: Encircle Publications
Published: 2020-04-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen:

Armed Response

IT WAS LATER THAT EVENING, and Leipfold and Maile were in an undisclosed location in Battersea, looking through a mesh fence at an industrial unit that housed several dozen corrugated shipping containers. It was like a bizarre game of Tetris or dominos. Each container was a different shape, a different colour, a different brand.

“Jesus,” Maile murmured. “It’s where shipping crates come to die.”

“Yeah,” Leipfold said. “Let’s hope that’s the only thing that dies here.”

Leipfold and Maile paused for a moment, standing in silence to listen out for the noises that had been reported in the area. But there was nothing—at least, nothing that they could hear over the thrum of the passing traffic and the noise pollution from the industrial estate. Then they heard the distant sound of sirens, and Leipfold grinned and nodded in their approximate direction.

“Cholmondeley’s on his way, then,” Leipfold said. “Better make this quick.”

Leipfold grabbed hold of the fence and leapt at it. He was in his element, reliving his army days with relish. He scuttled over the fence and dropped down on the other side, rolling as he hit the ground to soften the impact. It was at least a ten-foot drop onto concrete, but Leipfold took it like a pro and, apart from complaining about his knees when he got up again, he seemed unfazed and uninjured.

“Keep watch,” he commanded, frowning at Maile from the other side of the mesh. “When Cholmondeley gets here, tell him where I am and what I’m doing.”

“And what are you doing?” Maile asked. “Be careful, boss. It could be dangerous.”

“I should bloody well hope so, too,” Leipfold said. “If it’s not dangerous, we’re in the wrong place. Wait here.”

* * *

Maile watched from a distance as her boss raced off into the labyrinthine maze of packing crates, racing from container to container and pausing every now and then to put his ear against the walls to listen. Every time he stopped, he’d shout “hello?” and wait for a response. Meanwhile, the sirens were getting louder and louder.

“Come on, boss,” Maile murmured. The stress she felt was like a living organism coursing through her veins in an elaborate attempt to take over her body and to stop her brain from fully functioning.

Then Maile saw the lights, and she flinched as a half-dozen cop cars raced past her towards the entrance of the facility. They were joined there by two riot vans. Maile watched from a distance as their doors opened and two armed response units spilled out of the vans and onto the pavement.

She gestured frantically at Leipfold, pointing in the direction of the entrance. She thought about shouting across at him, but she wasn’t sure if her voice would carry. Besides, she didn’t want to attract the attention of the police force.

Leipfold, meanwhile, was gesturing frantically back at her. He pointed at the container he was standing beside, then at the lock, then back at the container. He shouted something, but it didn’t quite carry to where she was standing.

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