Where Demons Hide by Douglas Skelton

Author:Douglas Skelton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Birlinn

M90, Perth

They were on the way back to the city when Pat received the phone call. They had waited a few hours, just to ensure there were no last-minute issues, such as the target actually surviving the fall and swimming to safety like Aquaman. Pat had argued that it was best not to leave in any haste, for haste can draw attention, and the last thing they wanted was to draw attention. They liked to simply merge with the crowd, just two faces among many, nothing particularly memorable. They had lunch in the bar downstairs, ears and eyes alert for any sign that the target’s body had been spotted, but there were no sirens, no boats or helicopters. Life went on as it had done for the few days they had been in the village – in other words, as slow as a week in the jail. Mike had done time only once and he’d hated it, vowed never to go back, and he vowed he would never come back here either. He was done with rural Scotland, thanks all the same.

Finally, Pat relented, so they packed their bags, checked out and began the drive home down the A90. They were about a mile from the Broxden Junction outside Perth, at which point they would nose south-west on the A9 for Glasgow, when the call came on Pat’s personal number. They had one for work, and each had their own. They were all small, lightweight units because they couldn’t have their pockets weighed down. The weapons they often carried were bad enough. Pat knew which pocket this one was in and fished it out as Mike kept his eyes on the road ahead, taking in the illuminated sign that pointed to Glasgow.

Pat checked the number on the tiny screen and frowned before answering. ‘Aye,’ Pat said into the phone, eyes flicking towards Mike, ‘it’s been a long time.’

‘Who is it?’ Mike asked, his voice low enough not to be picked up by the caller.

Pat’s head shook. ‘We’re a wee bit busy, right now.’ A sigh. ‘Aye, I know, I know.’ Pat listened and sighed again, lips stretched into a tight line. Whatever was being said was not welcome. ‘Okay, fine. We’ll be there.’ Listened again. ‘Soon as we can. Email the necessary to this address.’ Pat rhymed off a secure email address. They used to use EncroChat for this sort of thing before the law got wise and broke it all up in 2020. Still, the web was a big place and there were lots of dark corners for businesspeople to hide. Mike was always impressed how easily Pat reeled off the address, for they had a host of such accounts and most of them were used only once. Mobile phones, too. You can never be too careful. But Pat was able to dredge them up at will, something he could never do.

The phone was abruptly hung up and thrust back into a coat pocket.

Mike said, ‘So you going to tell me who that was or just keep me in the dark?’

Pat’s voice was flat.

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