The Trafficked (26 page)

69

 

This time Father Finn’s office was next to his bedroom on the first floor at the front of the refuge. Mann sat listening to the crickets call and the mosquitoes whine furiously on the other side of the window net as they lined up to attack him when they got the chance. He was sat at Father Finn’s desk, waiting for the laptop to fire up. Becky was resting in the next room—Father Finn’s bedroom—which he had given over to her whilst he and Mann intended to share with Paulo and the boys downstairs, although no one expected to get any sleep that night. He waited with trepidation as the internet connected. He put in his password and his emails started to bounce up on the screen.

In the bottom right of the screen a message alert appeared.

You have a new message from BLANCO.

Mann clicked onto it.

PRESS. To sample the delights of Angeles.

Mann clicked on the sign and a photo appeared of Maya, naked, lying on a bed wrapped in a bloody sheet.

Tick Tock…Tick Tock…time is slipping away

 

 

Becky finished her conversation with Jimmy Vance, thanked him and hung up as Mann came into the room.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked. He could see she wasn’t. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands tucked beneath her legs, hunched over as if in pain. She kept her eyes glued to her lap as she spoke.

‘Yesterday, in Puerto Galera, I checked a message left on my voicemail and found it was from a woman claiming to be having an affair with my husband, whom she called Lenny. She said her name was Suzanne. I thought it was just a mistake, nothing to do with me—wrong number. But when Jimmy Vance went round to check on things at my flat he found a woman there.’ She looked up from her lap and stared wide-eyed at Mann. ‘Jimmy’s just rung me now. He’s been at the flat. I asked him to look into it for me. He said Alex’s PC is riddled with references to the Colonel, to Reese Pearce and to Terry Saunders.’ She sighed heavily and shook her head as if she couldn’t believe how stupid she’d been. ‘Then I thought about it and I realised the names—Lenny is Leonard Cohen, his favourite singer, and ‘Suzanne’ is Cohen’s most famous song. Alex is Lenny, and Alex is right in the middle of all this. What if he has something to do with Amy Tang as well? I married a monster, Johnny. He’s been living a double life. He’s capable of anything. I suppose he’s not in Hong Kong?’

Mann shook his head. ‘That much I do know. He left there just after we did.’

She was shaking her head in disbelief.

‘You weren’t to know, Becky. When you get too close to a person you just can’t see it clearly.’

She stood and stepped away from the bed. Mann could see she was clearly reeling from it all. She looked at him, defiance and pain in her eyes.

‘I’m ready,’ she said. ‘We came here to find out the person who has Amy Tang and to free her. If Alex is here and if he knows anything about it then, God help him, I intend to find out. I will do my job Mann, no matter what it takes.’

‘Come on, Johnny…I mean it.’

Mann looked at her. The bruising and swelling in her face was livid now. She stood absolutely still, her shoulders tensed and her feet squarely planted—defiant as they faced each other beneath the fan that hung down from the apex of the high wooden-beamed ceiling.

‘You can’t come.’

She started to protest but he wouldn’t let her.

‘Listen to me…If you are right and Alex is involved in all this, then that’s why you were targeted back at Puerto Galera. It’s why you were attacked. It was retribution. Alex must be up to his neck in shit and he doesn’t know the calibre of men he’s dealing with—they will eat him alive. I don’t want them to do that to you. They intended to kill you
then…
that’s a certainty, they won’t hesitate to do it now. I can’t have
that, Becky. I cannot go there knowing that you will be a target. We have to protect you and this mission. We can’t afford to jeopardise any of it. Plus, Eduardo needs protecting. If the DDS are government-funded you can bet your life he’s on their list, right at the top, joint first with Father Finn…I need you to stay here and protect them.’

Mann laid out his weapons on the bed. He stripped off his shirt and attached the shuriken knife belt around his waist and strapped the Death Star across his chest. He tied the throwing-spike sheath to his arm. The last time he had seen these weapons was when he had taken them out of the dead bodies of Becky’s attackers. In the dim light of the room he could see how intently she was watching him. She was scared, he knew that. He looked at her.

‘Someone down on Fields Avenue has the answer to why we came here. One of those men is directly or indirectly responsible for ordering the kidnap of Amy Tang. Our job is to try to stop the bloodbath that will follow a triad uprising if she dies. We have to do our part now. We have to see it through. We have no choice. If it turns out to be Alex then I will deal with it, not you, Becky.’

‘What you’re trying to say is that I might not be able to do my job, I might let him off, that I might not do the
right
thing.’

‘I’m just saying that it’s too much to ask anyone to do.’

She sat back on the bed, deflated.

Mann finished attaching his weapons. He put his
shirt back on, then he tucked Delilah into his boot. He pulled out a semi-automatic from his bag, and handed it to her.

‘You okay with that?’

She nodded, it was one she was very used to. She had practised with it many times on the police targeting range. He fished out the ammunition and threw it down on the bed.

She looked at him, desperation in her eyes. He knew she didn’t want to be left behind.

He put his hand on her shoulder. ‘You won’t be any good to me down there. I need you to stay here and protect the refuge and Father Finn.’

Father Finn appeared at the door. ‘There’s no way I’m staying here. I have a duty to that little girl. I am all she has now and I won’t let her down. I’m coming with you. I will not rest until I have Maya in my hands. I owe Wednesday that much. I might have failed her in other ways, but I will die trying to get her daughter back.’

‘Then it’s down to you to look after things, Becky. Paulo Mercy and Ramon will stay here to help.’

Father Finn looked tensed and ready for the fight. His face bristled with sweat and his eyes burned. ‘Yes. Please keep Eduardo glued to your side, he trusts you.’

‘Never had a priest for a partner, Father.’ Mann smiled.

‘I won’t let you down, Johnny. I
will
fight with whatever God puts in my hands. I will get that little girl back.’

‘It might be one hell of a fight we find ourselves in
the middle of, Father. There’s a whole army of Wo Shing Shing officers ready to engage war on the White Circle, although it might also provide the perfect opportunity for you to get Maya out.’

‘What, if World War Three breaks out, you mean? I’d rather stop that from happening.’

‘There’s always a catch with you, isn’t there, Father?’ Mann smiled.

After Father Finn had left them, Mann and Becky looked at one another. She smiled.

‘You look funny in that outfit.’ Mann had borrowed one of the Father’s blue gingham shirts.

‘This is my camouflage suit.’

She looked suddenly lost, thought Mann. She would look like a little girl wearing flowery shorts and a red rose T-shirt from the refuge shop, if it weren’t for the fact that she also had a semi-automatic in her hand. ‘It all makes a horrible sense, doesn’t it?’

‘Yep…’ Mann went over to her, took the rifle out of her hands and hugged her tight. ‘I am afraid it does, Becky.’ He kissed the top of her head. ‘I will see you when it’s over.’

Father Finn appeared in the doorway again.

‘Is it time to go, Johnny?’

‘Yes. It’s starting, Father.’

‘Okay Then it must also end, no?’

70

 

It was two thirty in the morning when they parked up on the side road leading to Fields Avenue. Father Finn and Mann walked back up the avenue. Mann paused in an alleyway. Amongst the rotting garbage that lived on top of other rotting garbage a man’s body lay in that awkward position that Mann knew was death. He was still warm, but already he had the smell of death and blood and faeces. His limbs were twisted. His throat had been cut. Mann bent down to look at him closely. His eyes were open wide. His head was almost severed from his body—a clean chop using a wide blade. Triad execution.

They passed a couple of small bars. Mann glanced inside and got his first glimpse of Wo Shing Shing officers. They were smoothly attired—fly-boy chic—with slicked hair and pale spotty faces. Their gold necklaces matched their teeth. But they weren’t smiling. They were on patrol, moving in units, hunting in packs.

Mann and Father Finn crossed cautiously over to the darker side of the road. The pavement dipped and rose and was broken in so many places that it made
their progress naturally slow. It was a busy night. The place was awash with whorists. The inadequate, the over-sexed, the fuck-ups, all congregated in Angeles. There was the familiar smell of fried seafood and garlic, with overtones of sewage. There were no streetlamps on Fields Avenue. All lighting came from the open-fronted shops and neon signs, or it seeped out in a flush of blue or an ooze of pink and red.

They stepped out of the way of a group of lads. One of them was carrying a tiny Filipina under his arm, who was laughing and squealing in mock protest, whilst another was shouting out obscenities to a group of GROs outside a club. The girls blew kisses back.

‘See you later, boys,’ they called.

The whole street was heaving. The neon hopped about the street like tracer fire, occasionally getting stuck like an electrocuted bunny. Father Finn and Mann moved stealthily up the road, out of reach of the bikini girls who might accost them, but watching all the time for the Colonel and Maya. As they passed Hot Lips, seven Wo Shing Shing members came out. They wore jackets in this heat, and Mann knew there would be many a chopper hidden beneath those. They didn’t look like they had gone in for a drink. They didn’t see Mann. He looked up and down the street, and spotted several more—all distinctive because of the general lack of Chinese on Fields Avenue. Chinese were not big visitors to Angeles. It was not upmarket enough for them.

Mann and Father Finn passed by almost unnoticed, only the tailor watched them walk by, and the old
woman in the cafe. The old ghost of a beggar woman, who lived in the Viagra seller’s doorway, stepped out from the shadows, put out her hand to them and watched them walk past. The Father pressed some coins into her hand, held on to it for a few seconds, then passed by. The begging children ran beside them for a few steps, took some coins, and then ran away to chase after others.

They stepped down from the pavement and crossed the road. Mann saw a back he instantly recognised. Alex Stamp was disappearing into Lolita’s.

‘There is someone I need to talk to, Father. He has just walked into the bar over there.’

‘All right, Johnny. I will continue up the street and look for the Colonel and Maya. When I find them I will text you.’

Mann crossed the road and slipped past the bikini brigade almost undetected. He signalled to the mamasan that came to greet him that he just wanted a quiet drink, that he would find his own table. She bowed politely and stepped back.

To his right as he walked in was the elevated cage where a dancer gyrated inside. Her upper body, her small chest with its child’s breasts, was painted as a butterfly. She wore a thong that showed all of her small flat bottom. She wrapped her leg around the pole of the cage like a hanging insect.

Mann spotted Alex Stamp. He sat at the opposite portion of the bar that ran around the cage. He was drinking fast. He saw Mann and the glass stopped at his lips. He looked around him, then at Mann, realised
they were alone and relaxed a little. He swigged back his drink.

‘Fancy seeing you here.’ Mann sat on the stool next to him.

‘Small world.’

‘So it seems. Where is Amy Tang?’

‘Where’s my wife?’ Alex Stamp looked around. ‘Does she miss me? Or has she been busy screwing you?’

‘She thinks about you, I’m sure. After you got her gang-raped, beaten unconscious and very nearly killed, I’m sure she thinks about you quite a lot.’

‘There was nothing I could do about that. Tell her I’m sorry.’ He looked into his glass, and for a second Mann believed he was sorry, in some way. But it was too late for remorse now.

‘I’ll tell her fuck all. What? So that you can make her carry some of your guilt, make her think you have a good side? You could have stopped it happening if you’d tried, but you were too busy playing Mr Big.’ Mann felt the anger twist his stomach. But he couldn’t afford to start a fight here, not tonight, and not in a place that was already a spark away from going up like a gasoline canister.

Alex Stamp checked his watch and looked up at the same time as four men appeared in the entrance to the club. They were the ugliest bunch Mann had seen for a long time. The one at the front looked like Castro. They were dressed all in black.

‘You think you have been smart, Alex. But never underestimate CK. You will wish yourself dead if he ever gets a hold of you, and you can only pray that it
will be quick. Tell me where Amy Tang is and I will do my best for you.’

‘Amy Tang’s predicament is out of my hands. My part in it is over. She was never meant to live.’

‘You have made deals with people who would sell their own grandmother. All you have is hired help with a low integrity threshold. CK has his officers who have nothing to live for but him. Spot the difference, asshole.’

Mann’s phone beeped. He snuck a glance.

Have found Maya. Come to Bordello.

‘Got to go, Alex.’ Mann slid off his stool. ‘If I were you I would make myself very small. You are about to discover you’re not such a big man after all.’