The Scrapper by Brendan O'Carroll

Author:Brendan O'Carroll [Brendan O’Carroll]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781847174482
Publisher: The O'Brien Press
Published: 2012-04-05T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Monday, 16 December

Offices of Williams Wholesale Depot, 3pm

NOBODYWAS QUITE SURE exactly what Williams Wholesale Depot actually wholesaled. Whatever it was, it obviously made big profits, for Simon Williams’s office in the building was huge and had all the trappings of financial success.

Simon’s steel-tipped heels clicked on the cobble-block maple floor now as he paced the room. Bubbles and Teddy simply stood in the same position they’d been in since they walked into the office half an hour ago, as if they were playing a game of statues. For minutes on end Simon continued to pace and the Morgan brothers never took their eyes off him. Simon walked to the panoramic window that overlooked the docks. He stopped, his legs apart. He clasped his hands behind his back, stood for a couple of moments like a king overseeing his realm, then slowly turned and returned to his desk. When his fist slammed onto his desk all of the items on it – the telephone, his writing pad, his diary, and sundry little office items – leaped into the air simultaneously. Strangely enough, both Morgan brothers also left the ground.

‘Don’t give me that shit!’ Simon screamed. ‘I want that little bastard. It’s been four days and not so much as a fuckin’ whisper.’ He was in a total fury. He stood up again and pointed out the window.

‘Somebody out there knows where he is!’ He pointed silently at Teddy. Teddy was unsure whether or not this statement required an answer, but he decided to venture some kind of explanation.

‘Nobody’s talkin’, Mr Williams. Sparrow has a lot of friends out there.’

This was a mistake. Simon walked over to Teddy. ‘Nobody’s talkin’? What do you mean, nobody’s talkin’? What are you runnin’ out there – a debatin’ society? Make the fuckers talk! Simple! Spill some blood! Then they’ll talk! They’ll fuckin’ sing!’ The telephone on Simon’s desk beeped and began to flash a little red light. Simon pushed the button and yelled into the intercom. ‘What!’

‘There’s a Detective Sergeant Clancy to see you,’ a nervous voice replied.

Simon was startled at first, but then began to gather himself. He straightened his tie and brushed down his jacket. ‘Oh! Yeh. Right. Eh, give me a minute, and then send him in.’

‘That’s the new fella from Serious Crimes. Do you want us to stay, Mr Williams?’ Teddy asked.

Simon walked around his desk straight to Teddy, their noses nearly touching. ‘No. I do not want you to stay, Teddy, I want you to go. Go and catch me a Sparrow. And if he won’t come out, then fuckin’ flush him out.’ He pinched Teddy’s cheek and said, ‘Tweet, Tweet!’

Bubbles began to giggle. ‘Nice one, Mr Williams, tweet, tweet.’ When Simon turned around, Teddy kicked Bubbles on the shin.

The Morgan brothers left through a side door and moments later Kieran Clancy entered the room through the main door. He looked calm and cool. Simon came around the desk with an outstretched hand.

‘Detective Clancy, come in and make yourself comfortable,’ he said, welcoming him grandly.

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