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βDo you think Karen will accept our offer?β asked Jennifer.
Kit noted the βourβ offer, not βyourβ offer, but didnβt comment on that, and replied, βMaybe. Hope so.β
βThe thing is, Kit, if she says βnoβ, it might be wise to have a backup candidate.β
That made sense.
βDid you have anyone in mind?β he muttered, slicing rare steak.
βI suppose the two obvious candidates are Donald Rushnell... and Greg Orlando.β
Kit shook his head.
βDonaldβs too weak, he wouldnβt do, and as for Greg...β and he pulled a face and didnβt answer his own question.
βWe might need someone,β said Jennifer.
βHavenβt given up on Karen yet. I can be very persuasive with women when I put my mind to it.β
Jennifer smirked across the table. βI know.β
20.02. BRINTON STOOD behind Jessica. Took hold of her right ear. Tugged it out.
The model grunted from behind the pink tape. βUrgh! Urgh!β
Brinton laughed.
Hadnβt had so much fun in ages, not since heβd killed that rebellious Yet Kwai girl, the one who fancied herself with a knife. That was a good laugh.
20.10. MEN ONE AND TWO entered Pryceβs office. Man One was told to sit down. Man Two stood in the doorway.
βPay attention! Itβs a big day,β said Pryce.
βSo we believe,β said Man One, rubbing his hands together.
Man Two bobbed his head, anxious to be seen to be in the loop.
βSpecial delivery to Liverpool tonight. Export not import. The supermodel, sheβs going out to her new owner. The thing is, sheβll have to be sedated. We canβt have her moaning and groaning her way through the Liverpool docks. Is the gurney ready?β
Man One nodded and said, βAll ready to go.β
Pryce thought βgoodβ but didnβt say.
βHereβs the paperwork,β and he slid the necessary documentation across the desk. βAnd hereβs the payment, substantially more than usual, but thatβs only to be expected.β
Man One reeled it in and glanced at the papers.
βThere must be no fuck-ups on this. Understand?β
Man One nodded. Pryce glanced at Man Two in the doorway. He nodded too and muttered, βGotcha, boss.β
βThe van ready?β
βCleaned, new plates, full oβ fuel,β said Man One.
Pryce scratched his chin, said, βOkay, but stand by, we might need your help securing her to the gurney.β
That should be fun, thought Man Two, and they both bobbed their heads, and Pryce nodded them to the door and away.
20.12. BRINTON, STANDING behind his charge, held the scissors before her face, and slowly opened them. Chunky things, 100% precision steel, black handles, silver blades, razor sharp. Jessicaβs eyes widened. Brinton cut off her forelock, that short irritating floppy hair that had been bugging him all along, two snips and it was gone.
He walked around to the front of the desk and set the scissors quietly down. Took an envelope from the drawer and neatly tucked the greasy black strands inside, and rammed the envelope into his trouser pocket. Turned back and grinned at her. Took some biscuits and chocolate and water from the desk and set them on the top.
Returned behind the girl. Grabbed the tape and ripped it roughly from her face.
Jessica grimaced and said a single word, βPrick!β
Brinton slapped her across the cheek. Not hard. Not a bruising slap, not one that would even bring much colour to her pale face, not one that would render her dizzy, just hard enough to remind her that while she was with him, he was fully in control, and beneath it all was the veiled threat that if she misbehaved again, she was still at risk.
He turned away and picked up the scissors, clipped her ties away and she was free.
βYou have fifteen minutes,β he said, βto do the necessary,β and he glanced at the bowl, βand then Iβll be back, and Iβll be getting you ready to go on your holidays... beginning with your inoculations,β and he laughed coldly, stepped toward the door, opened up, went outside, closed and locked the door, and glanced down at the scissors and his watch, and leant back on the door.
20.19, AND COUNTING.
Sixty-Nine
At 20.40 Brinton went back in the room and gagged and restrained Jessica Stone. Three minutes later Pryce entered and gazed down on his prize asset, the weird creature that would bring him the power to acquire whatever he desired.
βEverything all right?β grunted Pryce.
βFine.β
βGo and get the other guys, and when you have done that, go and fetch Monica and the titch.β
Brinton nodded and left them to it.
Pryce stared down at Jessica and smiled.
βYouβre off on your travels,β he said. βYou have a new master, a new man in your life; he must adore you, paid top dollar. I suspect youβre in for an exciting time.β
Jessica stared at Pryce. Didnβt move a muscle.
Man One came into the room, Man Two just behind, carrying the gleaming gurney.
βPut it on the desk,β ordered Pryce.
Jessica sniffed and blew out through her nose.
Inside the assembly plant Brinton rounded up Monica and Shu. Led them towards the door, paused there while he fixed a dog lead on each of them, opened up, stepped through, closed up, locked up, and tugged them behind him and on into the pep talk room that was now full to capacity. Pryce, Brinton, Man One and Two, Monica, Shu, and Jessica.
Monica and Shu stared down at the white woman, strapped and gagged in the chair. Jessica stared back, tried to convey something in her eyes, but she didnβt know what, and the Chinese women looked anxious and confused.
βStand in the corner,β said Pryce to Monica and Shu, and he pointed where he wanted them to go. Brinton released them and they did as they were told, Shu looking scared, as she stared at Monica for comfort.
Pryce glared at Jessica and said, βIn a moment we are going to free
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