Gatecrasher (28 page)

The weight of the body on top of him was nothing like he’d expected it to be and Drennan was struggling hard to avoid being pinned to the floor by the injured man hauling his bulky frame on top of him as he lay prone on the threadbare carpet.

From beneath him he had seen
Tyler
stumble back in a struggle with the figure who had sprung Drennan and knocked him off balance. He’d been so intent on getting to the two on the staircase before they could regain their feet that he’d carelessly left himself open from the other side. Stupid. He felt battered but not cut however and was sure that the knife he’d seen glint in front of him had not made meaningful contact.

Shifting his body backward underneath the wounded man he tried to lift himself a little. With his weight mostly on his right side he was resting on his gun hand and was therefore not able to use it.

Seeing what he was attempting, the wounded man made a grab for Drennan’s right hand and lurched forward knocking him flat to the floor again. Drennan desperately jerked the gun away. He wondered how soon the two on the staircase would be up again and whether they would join the fight or if they would continue to flee in their panic.

His chest felt warm and was beginning to dampen already, even through his thick coat, as the other man’s wounds wept blood freely. He was amazed that the man still had the strength to fight but seeing the injuries and sensing that his opponent’s only real advantage was his weight, Drennan made his move.

Bucking his hips he managed to loosen himself a little from under the other man and he repeated this move quickly as he shifted his backside a few inches along the carpet. Once more he did it, shifting further and then once more and suddenly his upper body was free of the hulking form which now lay across his legs, still grasping at him. Sitting up, his arms free again, Drennan raised his hands in front of him and levelled the pistol at the man who stared at him over the dark barrel, his eyes blank, his mouth hanging open.

He squeezed the trigger once and put a round straight through the big man’s forehead.

As he looked up to see how Tyler was getting on he raised the gun at the knifeman and he noticed that Tyler’s face was smeared with blood, saw his hands wiping frantically at his eyes.

He hesitated just a moment. The knifeman was right in front of
Tyler
. If Drennan fired now, would he hit
Tyler
by mistake? Would the bullets pass through his target and into his partner’s body? But what else could he do?

Too late, Drennan fired.

Two shots to the head dropped the knifeman quickly and suddenly to the floor. As he fell away, Drennan sat staring at the black handle of the kitchen knife protruding from
Tyler
’s chest where it had been buried to the hilt.

Tuesday
.
1.35 am
.

Slumped in the corner next to this other young woman Sarah was so frightened she had begun to shiver.
Campbell
was gone and she was now left to the mercy of this vile looking man whose hands had wandered so repugnantly over her body. After the other two men had left with Daniel she had cowered away from him, pressing herself against this woman she did not know.

Pacing the room he had turned occasionally to glance down at the two of them, a look in his eye that made her blood run cold. She had not said anything to the other woman yet though she desperately wanted to, to make some kind of connection with her now that she seemed like her only ally.

Then suddenly a flash of memory came to her. It had been a few days ago. She had been walking along his road, looking for the right number to his flat and then seen him, some fifty yards further up
, hurrying – being hurried, s
o he said
– into a car with a man and a woman.

Sarah turned her head and suddenly she was looking at the face of the woman that had been there that day.

What the hell?

Before she could say anything or even think about it there came from the doorway noises that turned all their heads. Running, shouting, falling and a strange popping noise that sounded out of place but chilling nonetheless. The tall man went suddenly alert and stared at the door for a moment before striding forward and looking out and down the passageway. As they all stared and tried to focus their hearing the sounds continued to drift up to them; more footsteps, g
runting, another popping noise.

The tall man, without a look back, disappeared from the room and began to move down the hall and Sarah and the other woman exchanged a glance of bewildered terror. She wanted to run now too, to get away from this cold bare room and its filthy walls, away from these people. But she was frozen there, listening, a hostage to her fear.

Campbell
was bouncing up the stairs now, stooped slightly forward to keep his balance. He stole a glance over his shoulder at the scene behind him.

The man in the coat with the handgun was rolling the bleeding, lifeless body from his legs and was turning now toward the stairs, raising the gun.

Campbell
heard that terrible pop again and he felt, rather than saw, the second of his captors flung forward and down against the steep stairs behind him. In three more huge strides he was at the top and bounding along the hallway.

Careering around the corner he crunched clumsily against the wall and was suddenly face to face with
Walker
. He froze for a moment, uncertain of what to do. His overriding instinct was to get to Sarah but here he stood, between a rock and a hard place.

Walker
looked at him questioningly but before he could speak there was a shout from behind and he span to see the gunman cresting the stairs and calling his name.

For a second
Campbell
was confused, shocked that this new man should know his name.
Walker
had heard the shout too and had suddenly flattened himself against the wall.
Campbell
looked back at the gunman, the barrel being swung up toward him, and he bolted out of sight around the corner and past
Walker
, instinct overriding reason.

Now
Campbell
moved back along the hall to the room that held Sarah and Angie and he turned again to check his back. Suddenly, as the gunman burst round the corner he was pounced on by Walker who grabbed the wrist of his gun-hand and pushed it high into the air and the two of them slammed against the far wall and began to wrestle.

With a push, his heavy coat flapping up around him, the gunman managed to swing a fist at
Walker
but the tall slender frame absorbed the punch. He kept his feet and flashed a knee up into the gunman’s ribs.

Again they fell onto each other and
Campbell
could see the gun waving around above both their heads as they struggled with the weapon. Rolling along the wall as they fought, Campbell watched as suddenly the door they fell against crashed open and the two men went tumbling through into the room beyond.

Campbell
found the door he was looking for and rushed in. The two of them were huddled into the corner as if trying to put every possible inch of space between them and the noises they were hearing and both looked terrified. They stared up at him for a moment frozen, bewildered.

‘Come on!’ he barked, ‘NOW!’

In the rising tension Slater had forgotten the cold and very nearly also the pain in his head so focused was he on the house.

Keane, sitting next to him, rubbing his hands and glancing every so often at the red stained tea towel that Slater had hurriedly wrapped round his head, evidently had forgotten neither. He sat forward and tried to peer through the gloom at the front of the house but there was nothing to tell from here. There was silence and nothing moved at the house or anywhere else in this street.

‘You think we should call George back? Might be worth sticking our head round the door now,’ Keane said but the apprehension in his voice gave him away.

The both of them were torn. The wait was agonising and they were itching to get involved, but they had no idea how many men were in there and seeing Drennan and Tyler go bursting in had done nothing for their confidence. If those two had their own agenda now there was no telling how they would react to seeing Slater and Keane follow them in.

‘He’ll ring back,’ Slater replied flatly. He was struggling with his emotions now and knew that he shared Keane’s reluctance to get involved and the probable risks they would be facing. Drennan looked like he was armed when he had burst in through the door and he had dealt with
Walker
’s boys enough times to know that they were dangerous even when they weren’t carrying.

Even so, it was Angie stuck in there in the middle of it. All of them had an affection for her. More than once Slater had felt a big-brotherly compulsion to sort out some disrespectful young lad only to find that Angie had dealt with him more than capably. Slater also had a burning desire to get his hands on
Campbell
again, to hit him and hit him until he’d handed over the stick and then begged and then cried and then bled.

Slater felt though, through the fury, a strange feeling toward
Campbell
developing. A certain grudging respect. Slater had dealt with plenty of people far harder than the young man, far tougher and more ruthless individuals, but none, he thought, so resilient, so resourceful, so pig-headedly determined as he was. He just didn’t know when he was beaten. As much as he wanted to knock him about, he couldn’t ignore that in
Campbell
. If Keane or Cooper had shown some of his nous they’d never be in this shit in the first place.

‘Get a bit closer,’ Slater said.

Keane slipped the car into gear and rolled quietly away from the kerb and along the road. Back in the shadows where they had been hiding their view was poor. Slater didn’t much want to go in there but he they needed to get a better view, and besides, they couldn’t sit around waiting for too much longer.

Pulling level with the front of the house Keane slowed to a crawl to get a good look. The front door was open but only a crack, seemingly having swung closed behind Drennan and Tyler on their dramatic entry. Light shone from the hallway beyond but he could see no shadows giving signs of movement.

He turned his head quickly to check the road was still clear in front of him and when he turned back he thought he spotted something in the light of the doorway, some shift of shadows to betray activity inside. He grabbed Keane’s arm and the other man tapped the brakes and the car stopped.

In a blaze of light the door crashed open and three running figures filled the frame. Slater stared in astonishment as they came racing down the path and as they dashed into the road he realised that he recognised Angie; tired and gaunt looking but Angie nonetheless. He saw that she had spotted his car and was shepherding the other two toward it. He noticed then that all three had their hands tied.

The rear door popped open as Angie span round to reach the handle with her hands and then all three were falling into the seat, shifting and bumping awkwardly across the leather. Angie was last in.

‘Go!’ she shrieked. ‘Fucking go!’

But Keane didn’t need to be told twice and already he was waking up the neighbours with the engine growling noisily and the tyres squealing away down the road.

Tuesday
.
  2.30am
.

There was menace in the room from every corner and Sarah’s eyes were wide and darting.

Slater in the corner, all forearms and fury, looked ready to spring across the carpet and start pounding him to the floor as if giving him the slip outside in Liverpool Street all those days ago was still as fresh in his mind as the wound on his temple.

The other two were somehow less frightening. The coloured man, Campbell noted, was a laid back character and seemed delighted at the look on
Gresham
’s face when they had brought his daughter back to him. The other man, the driver, seemed more concerned with Slater than with him and had barely spoken a word to anybody since they’d poured themselves chaotically into the back of the car. This did little to reassure him.

Gresham
for his part had not let Angie go since he had engulfed her in a bear hug ten minutes previously and he did not look as if he would let her go ever again. He did though, and all too soon.

Campbell and Sarah were sat on two straight-backed chairs in the corner where Keane and Slater had parked them minutes before. As yet Slater had held back from laying into him though he had not exactly been gentle manhandling
Campbell
from the car to the house. He seemed to be waiting for a cue from his boss.