Unsuspecting Hero by Roland Ladley

Author:Roland Ladley [Ladley, Roland]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-06-26T22:00:00+00:00

Inside the Warehouse Compound, Tubmanburg, Liberia

Henry was thrust onto the floor. He required no instructions. His knees gave way and he fell with a thud and checked himself with his hands. Bugger, that hurt. He lifted his right hand. In the half-darkness he could see something oozing. Blood? He must have put it down on glass or some other sharp object.

From jail, through freedom, to incarceration - again.

Bugger.

He wanted to say something to these two thugs, but couldn’t think of anything which might help the situation, especially as he suspected there’d be no response. He looked left and then right, but could take a little in.

There didn’t seem to be much in the garage. He thought he saw a wooden crate or something like it in the distance, and there may have been a window on one side, but it had been blacked out with a sheet or a cloth. He was surprised he could see anything as sweat was dripping into his eyes.

He stared at the floor.

Except it isn’t a floor?

He suddenly realised there was a dark hole in front of him. A big, black hole. It wasn’t dug, like a grave – blimey, had he really just had that thought? – but more like a pit.

Yes, he got it now. It was an inspection pit like his uncle had in his workshop at home. You drove your car over it, got in the hole and with a torch checked the underneath of your vehicle.

He took a breath. It felt like his first of the day.

Bloody hell!

The stench. It wasn’t sick or faeces. It was something else. Something rotten, organic. Evil almost. He held back his stomach.

‘So, Middleton. What do you know?’ It was the black man’s voice. Slow and strong.

‘What? What do you mean? About what?’ He turned to look at the man, but a boot caught him on the side of the head. It wasn’t a kick, more of a nudge.

‘Ow, bugger, that hurt!’ An instinctive retort.

‘Don’t look up, Middleton. Just answer my questions. Who were you meeting at Spud’s?’ That deep voice again. Quiet, but threatening.

‘I don’t know. I don’t know. He asked to see me.’ His voice was a shriek. Pleading almost. Henry now knew where this might be going. He felt sick again. And he still needed a pee.

‘Come on, Middleton. We need to know everything. Every little detail.’ There was the sound of a chair being pulled up and, he supposed, the black man sitting down. ‘I want you to tell me everything from the beginning and don’t leave out a thing. I have all day.’

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