Five
The main door to the warehouse opened and we drove in.
The look on Latanzio’s face was one of surprise, but also knowing. He didn’t say anything yet.
Once inside and the roller door lowered, gradually immersing us into a murky half-darkness, the van stopped. I thought I heard a collective sigh of relief just before everyone started to move.
Latanzio’s chains connecting his feet, and the one from his feet to his hands were removed, but not the cuffs and I dragged him out of the van, closing the door with an emphatic bang reverberating in the empty space.
The whole operation took just over a minute. The guards got back in the van without saying a word, their role over. Just as the engine started the door started going back up, and before it reached the top they had driven out and roared off. I waited until the door had closed again.
That was when he spoke for the first time. “You can remove the cuffs now.” I had deliberately left the hand cuffs on, and although it limited his movements, he had an opportunity to escape, if he wanted to get shot in the back, because if he tried I would have no hesitation in shooting him.
I hadn’t seen anyone else about when we first arrived, but then, up on the mezzanine I could just see several guards with rifles stationed in the shadows. If anyone had tried to force their way in behind us, they would not have lasted very long.
I didn’t speak, just dragged him up the passage towards the room where I thought Amy would be waiting.
He stopped, once, halfway up the passage, and tried to shrug me off. “What the hell is going on here. Where are my people?”
I gave him what I thought was one of my death stares before saying, rather savagely, “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. The hard way, I shoot you and drag you up the passage. One way or the other we’ll get to our destination. It’s up to you how you arrive.”
“Just who the hell are you?”
“If you keep talking, maybe the last person you’ll see alive. Move. Now.”
He was wise enough not to argue just then. He had been liberated from police custody, he had to accept for the moment it was best to follow instructions, something I guess he wasn’t used to.
We went through the large steel-clad door that separated the building we arrived in with the one next door. If anyone came looking for us, they would only get as far as a door that would be locked on the other side and look as though it hadn’t been opened since the dawn of time.
As soon as I slammed it shut and rammed home the bolts, a team on the other side were doing their job as set decorators.
They didn’t have very long, perhaps 10 minutes, 20 at most before everyone discovered Latanzio was missing.
As soon as we were on the other side, Amy appeared with a gun in hand. It was not aimed at him but held loosely at her side. A room had been set up as a sound studio, and we had four cameras on us, recording everything.
“Who are you?” Latanzio asked her abruptly.
“The person who orchestrated your escape from custody. You don’t look very grateful though?”
“Believe me I am, except for this bozo. Where did you find him? And how about taking off these cuffs?”
We were in a large room, where Amy had put a chair in the middle. On the opposite side to where we were standing there was another door. That led to several other rooms where Amy said there were surprise guests waiting.
“First, you have to sit down. We have a few issues to sort out.”
He looked confused, but again, he was free, so it was probably a small inconvenience. After all, he had a lot of money that could smooth over any problem. Or so he believed.
He sat.
There were two other chairs for both Amy and I, and we sat down opposite him.
He started. “Whatever the problem is, I’m sure we can sort it out. What is it you want?”
“Money. And a lot of it. It isn’t going to be cheap getting you and your family to a safe haven.”
“Who said I wanted to leave. I can beat this rap. You heard the news; this so-called witness is missing. That means he’s either dead or didn’t exist in the first place. Either way, the DA’s got nothing.”
All true, if the witness was missing. And still he was not giving anything away.
“Then the question remains, why did a squad of anonymous men hit the hotel where alleged witness was staying, if you are saying there isn’t one?”
“I know nothing about that. What other people do, and their reasons for doing so, is their business, not mine.”
“Then why were we asked to break you out if you’re not guilty and can beat this charge. Seems logical, on what you’re saying, we should take you back. I’ve haven’t been paid yet, and this seems to be a colossal waste of my time. I need to have a discussion.”
She stood and started walking towards the other door.
“Who are you going to talk to if not me.”
She stopped and partially turned.
“You are just the subject; my business is with the people who employed me to free you.”
“Who are they?”
“Oddly enough, I don’t really know, and for that matter, I don’t really care. But what I am sure of, it’s none of your business.”
I saw her motion to someone lurking in the shadows, and not one but two men came out into the open where we could see them. Armed with shotguns and surly expressions.
“Take him and put him in the room with his wife and children.”
“Angelina is here?” he said, somewhat surprised.
“Yes. Any your mistress, Gianna. It’s going to be interesting if they meet.”
He looked at me just as the two men arrived, each standing on one side of him.
“What the hell is going on here? This is not what I asked for. I was supposed to be rescued and taken to a safehouse. There were no orders involving family or anyone else.” There was just a slight note of fear in hos tone.
Amy had said that if Angelina’s father had found out he was having an affair, he was as good as a dead man. Her father took marriage very seriously.
It was clear Latanzio didn’t.
I shrugged. “I just do as I’m told. Best not to annoy her. She has a really bad temper, and I don’t think she likes you.”
I nodded, and the two men took him away.
Phase one was complete; put the fear God into him.
Five
The main door to the warehouse opened and we drove in.
The look on Latanzio’s face was one of surprise, but also knowing. He didn’t say anything yet.
Once inside and the roller door lowered, gradually immersing us into a murky half-darkness, the van stopped. I thought I heard a collective sigh of relief just before everyone started to move.
Latanzio’s chains connecting his feet, and the one from his feet to his hands were removed, but not the cuffs and I dragged him out of the van, closing the door with an emphatic bang reverberating in the empty space.
The whole operation took just over a minute. The guards got back in the van without saying a word, their role over. Just as the engine started the door started going back up, and before it reached the top they had driven out and roared off. I waited until the door had closed again.
That was when he spoke for the first time. “You can remove the cuffs now.” I had deliberately left the hand cuffs on, and although it limited his movements, he had an opportunity to escape, if he wanted to get shot in the back, because if he tried I would have no hesitation in shooting him.
I hadn’t seen anyone else about when we first arrived, but then, up on the mezzanine I could just see several guards with rifles stationed in the shadows. If anyone had tried to force their way in behind us, they would not have lasted very long.
I didn’t speak, just dragged him up the passage towards the room where I thought Amy would be waiting.
He stopped, once, halfway up the passage, and tried to shrug me off. “What the hell is going on here. Where are my people?”
I gave him what I thought was one of my death stares before saying, rather savagely, “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. The hard way, I shoot you and drag you up the passage. One way or the other we’ll get to our destination. It’s up to you how you arrive.”
“Just who the hell are you?”
“If you keep talking, maybe the last person you’ll see alive. Move. Now.”
He was wise enough not to argue just then. He had been liberated from police custody, he had to accept for the moment it was best to follow instructions, something I guess he wasn’t used to.
We went through the large steel-clad door that separated the building we arrived in with the one next door. If anyone came looking for us, they would only get as far as a door that would be locked on the other side and look as though it hadn’t been opened since the dawn of time.
As soon as I slammed it shut and rammed home the bolts, a team on the other side were doing their job as set decorators.
They didn’t have very long, perhaps 10 minutes, 20 at most before everyone discovered Latanzio was missing.
As soon as we were on the other side, Amy appeared with a gun in hand. It was not aimed at him but held loosely at her side. A room had been set up as a sound studio, and we had four cameras on us, recording everything.
“Who are you?” Latanzio asked her abruptly.
“The person who orchestrated your escape from custody. You don’t look very grateful though?”
“Believe me I am, except for this bozo. Where did you find him? And how about taking off these cuffs?”
We were in a large room, where Amy had put a chair in the middle. On the opposite side to where we were standing there was another door. That led to several other rooms where Amy said there were surprise guests waiting.
“First, you have to sit down. We have a few issues to sort out.”
He looked confused, but again, he was free, so it was probably a small inconvenience. After all, he had a lot of money that could smooth over any problem. Or so he believed.
He sat.
There were two other chairs for both Amy and I, and we sat down opposite him.
He started. “Whatever the problem is, I’m sure we can sort it out. What is it you want?”
“Money. And a lot of it. It isn’t going to be cheap getting you and your family to a safe haven.”
“Who said I wanted to leave. I can beat this rap. You heard the news; this so-called witness is missing. That means he’s either dead or didn’t exist in the first place. Either way, the DA’s got nothing.”
All true, if the witness was missing. And still he was not giving anything away.
“Then the question remains, why did a squad of anonymous men hit the hotel where alleged witness was staying, if you are saying there isn’t one?”
“I know nothing about that. What other people do, and their reasons for doing so, is their business, not mine.”
“Then why were we asked to break you out if you’re not guilty and can beat this charge. Seems logical, on what you’re saying, we should take you back. I’ve haven’t been paid yet, and this seems to be a colossal waste of my time. I need to have a discussion.”
She stood and started walking towards the other door.
“Who are you going to talk to if not me.”
She stopped and partially turned.
“You are just the subject; my business is with the people who employed me to free you.”
“Who are they?”
“Oddly enough, I don’t really know, and for that matter, I don’t really care. But what I am sure of, it’s none of your business.”
I saw her motion to someone lurking in the shadows, and not one but two men came out into the open where we could see them. Armed with shotguns and surly expressions.
“Take him and put him in the room with his wife and children.”
“Angelina is here?” he said, somewhat surprised.
“Yes. Any your mistress, Gianna. It’s going to be interesting if they meet.”
He looked at me just as the two men arrived, each standing on one side of him.
“What the hell is going on here? This is not what I asked for. I was supposed to be rescued and taken to a safehouse. There were no orders involving family or anyone else.” There was just a slight note of fear in hos tone.
Amy had said that if Angelina’s father had found out he was having an affair, he was as good as a dead man. Her father took marriage very seriously.
It was clear Latanzio didn’t.
I shrugged. “I just do as I’m told. Best not to annoy her. She has a really bad temper, and I don’t think she likes you.”
I nodded, and the two men took him away.
Phase one was complete; put the fear God into him.
Five
The main door to the warehouse opened and we drove in.
The look on Latanzio’s face was one of surprise, but also knowing. He didn’t say anything yet.
Once inside and the roller door lowered, gradually immersing us into a murky half-darkness, the van stopped. I thought I heard a collective sigh of relief just before everyone started to move.
Latanzio’s chains connecting his feet, and the one from his feet to his hands were removed, but not the cuffs and I dragged him out of the van, closing the door with an emphatic bang reverberating in the empty space.
The whole operation took just over a minute. The guards got back in the van without saying a word, their role over. Just as the engine started the door started going back up, and before it reached the top they had driven out and roared off. I waited until the door had closed again.
That was when he spoke for the first time. “You can remove the cuffs now.” I had deliberately left the handcuffs on, and although it limited his movements, he had an opportunity to escape, if he wanted to get shot in the back, because if he tried I would have no hesitation in shooting him.
I hadn’t seen anyone else about when we first arrived, but then, up on the mezzanine I could just see several guards with rifles stationed in the shadows. If anyone had tried to force their way in behind us, they would not have lasted very long.
I didn’t speak, just dragged him up the passage towards the room where I thought Amy would be waiting.
He stopped, once, halfway up the passage, and tried to shrug me off. “What the hell is going on here. Where are my people?”
I gave him what I thought was one of my death stares before saying, rather savagely, “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. The hard way, I shoot you and drag you up the passage. One way or the other we’ll get to our destination. It’s up to you how you arrive.”
“Just who the hell are you?”
“If you keep talking, maybe the last person you’ll see alive. Move. Now.”
He was wise enough not to argue just then. He had been liberated from police custody, he had to accept for the moment it was best to follow instructions, something I guess he wasn’t used to.
We went through the large steel-clad door that separated the building we arrived in with the one next door. If anyone came looking for us, they would only get as far as a door that would be locked on the other side and look as though it hadn’t been opened since the dawn of time.
As soon as I slammed it shut and rammed home the bolts, a team on the other side were doing their job as set decorators.
They didn’t have very long, perhaps 10 minutes, 20 at most before everyone discovered Latanzio was missing.
As soon as we were on the other side, Amy appeared with a gun in hand. It was not aimed at him but held loosely at her side. A room had been set up as a sound studio, and we had four cameras on us, recording everything.
“Who are you?” Latanzio asked her abruptly.
“The person who orchestrated your escape from custody. You don’t look very grateful though?”
“Believe me I am, except for this bozo. Where did you find him? And how about taking off these cuffs?”
We were in a large room, where Amy had put a chair in the middle. On the opposite side to where we were standing, there was another door. That led to several other rooms where Amy said there were surprise guests waiting.
“First, you have to sit down. We have a few issues to sort out.”
He looked confused, but again, he was free, so it was probably a small inconvenience. After all, he had a lot of money that could smooth over any problem. Or so he believed.
He sat.
There were two other chairs for Amy and me, and we sat opposite him.
He started, “Whatever the problem is, I’m sure we can sort it out. What do you want?”
“Money. And a lot of it. It isn’t going to be cheap getting you and your family to a safe haven.”
“Who said I wanted to leave. I can beat this rap. You heard the news; this so-called witness is missing. That means he’s either dead or didn’t exist in the first place. Either way, the DA’s got nothing.”
All true, if the witness was missing. And still, he was not giving anything away.
“Then the question remains, why did a squad of anonymous men hit the hotel where the alleged witness was staying, if you are saying there isn’t one?”
“I know nothing about that. What other people do, and their reasons for doing so, is their business, not mine.”
“Then why were we asked to break you out if you’re not guilty and can beat this charge. Seems logical, on what you’re saying, we should take you back. I’ve haven’t been paid yet, and this seems to be a colossal waste of my time. I need to have a discussion.”
She stood and started walking towards the other door.
“Who are you going to talk to if not me.”
She stopped and partially turned.
“You are just the subject; my business is with the people who employed me to free you.”
“Who are they?”
“Oddly enough, I don’t really know, and for that matter, I don’t really care. But what I am sure of, it’s none of your business.”
I saw her motion to someone lurking in the shadows, and not one but two men came out into the open where we could see them. Armed with shotguns and surly expressions.
“Take him and put him in the room with his wife and children.”
“Angelina is here?” he said, somewhat surprised.
“Yes. Any your mistress, Gianna. It’s going to be interesting if they meet.”
He looked at me just as the two men arrived, each standing on one side of him.
“What the hell is going on here? This is not what I asked for. I was supposed to be rescued and taken to a safe house. There were no orders involving family or anyone else.” There was just a slight note of fear in his tone.
Amy had said that if Angelina’s father had found out he was having an affair, he was as good as a dead man. Her father took marriage very seriously.
It was clear Latanzio didn’t.
I shrugged. “I just do as I’m told. Best not to annoy her. She has a really bad temper, and I don’t think she likes you.”
I nodded, and the two men took him away.
Phase one was complete; put the fear God into him.
…
© Charles Heath 2024
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 