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Chapter 10 – Returning to the scene of the crime.

The white Ford Transit finally pulled up causing the four occupants in the back to slide up toward the wall that kept them separated from the cab. Muffled anguished cries of pain could be heard as each one tried to pick him or herself out of the amassed pile their bodies had created.

The back doors were flung open and one by one each of them were dragged out of the van and pulled into what sounded like a vacant warehouse. It was freezing cold and water dripped constantly around them as they were ushered into a cavernous room, their feet echoing against the floor. Once one wrist was handcuffed to a large metal object that didn’t move, each of the detainees had their blindfolds removed their eyes having to adjust to the light in order to make anything out.

Gene searched the space for Alex and found her, about twenty feet away from him; she had been cuffed to a pipe that rose out of the concrete not dissimilar to the one he was attached to. He searched again. Annie and Sam were both cuffed in similar ways as well.

“Ah, Mr Hunt, I see you’re looking for an escape, alas you won’t find one as will none of your friends.” Simone said as she walked over to where he was still stood. “You know, you and I, we could have had something special had you not been so interested in that … tart!” Her voice was angry but controlled. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him toward her crushing her mouth on his and allowing her hand to roam down over his chest and find its way to his groin. Her hand covered him but he took it in his stride, it hadn’t been the first he’d been ‘assaulted’ in such a manor and he didn’t believe it would be the last. She bit at his bottom lip trying to get something from him but he kept himself in check, not allowing her tirade to get to him.

“Put him down, Simone.” Skull shouted out from the other end of the warehouse. “He’s obviously not interested.”

What did she have to do to get a response out of him, one way or another? She grabbed at his balls, squeezing them until she could visibly see the hurt behind Gene’s eyes. He screamed out managing to find his hand at her throat and push her away from him. She responded kicking him in the groin and watching him fall to his knees. She knew she was triumphant as she noticed the look of sheer horror that had clouded Alex’s face.

Skull strode over to where Gene was crouched over, “such a big man, brought down by a girl,” he mocked, “Have you not got anything to say?”

“Like what, you bastard?” Gene looked up to him expecting Skull to strike him. Skull just stood over him, his arms folded over his chest.

“Like what is she doing with me? She’s supposed to be working for the Met isn’t she? … How else do people plan for their futures unless they’ve got some long term financial planning in place? See, Simone decided that monies acquired from sex and drugs was the way to go and got involved when she realised she could make some good money and very fast.” He’d walked over to Alex by this point and crouched by her side. He looked her up and down appreciatively, “sex, mmm, now I know why you weren’t up for it Alex,” starting at her heel he ran his index finger along the inside of her leg stopping just as he reached the hemline of her dress. “See Simone, I get the same reaction.” His finger travelled further up stopping again just millimetres away from Alex’s core.

Alex’s temper rose, no one got that close to her without her say so. Her free hand connected with his cheek, her hand print visible with the force with which she’d hit him. “Get the fuck off me!” She spat out, her hand going to his wrist and attempting to move it away from her. “Get the fuck away from me, you bastard!”

“I can see why you like her Hunt, she’s feisty this one.” His eyes never left Alex; tears began to roll down her face in frustration. Skull stood, pulling Alex to her feet. “You’re coming with me, you fucking tease.”

If only Gene could move, he’d have taken his opportunity to beat the living daylights out of Skull for getting so close to Alex. He took in her appearance, forlorn as she was and her dress dirtied from the time she’d spent on the floor.

“She stays there, with the rest of them,” a voice boomed across the void. The owner of it skulking in the shadows.

“But boss, I just want what I’ve paid for.”

“And add rape to your list of convictions? Because I doubt she’d give herself over to you willingly, you’re better off leaving her here. Simone, is everything ready?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good,” he said, walking from the shadows.

Sam was the first to see him clearly from his vantage point. “Richard?”

“Yes, Sam.” He came further into the room.

“But, why?”

“The same reasons as Simone, I had a taste of the money and wanted more. My only interest in this little undercover sham was getting rid of Alex. Clever cookie that one and I needed to know that both mine and Simone’s exploits would be kept under wraps. When I knew that you wanted to help out I realised that I would have to get rid of all four of you in order to keep my activities to myself.”

“And Skull?” Sam asked, noticing that he was busy in the far corner of the room.

“A necessary evil, someone to front the operation and keep the heat firmly away from Simone and me, should anyone start looking.”

“So, what are you goin’ t’ do t’ us?” Gene asked.

“It’s going to be a slow death, unfortunately, although virtually pain free. Through there,” Richard pointed to a doorway that Simone and Skull were hovering around, “used to be an old vault. It’s impenetrable from the inside and has no vents so oxygen will be very sparse. You’ll have about two hours of air in there. That’s for you and Alex anyway, wouldn’t want to deprive the two of you spending your last moments on this ungodly earth together.”

“And what about us?” Sam asked.

“Much the same but we’re going to have to drown the two of you, sort of a dry dock affair, only two hours of life for you both again though. And your first to go.” Sam and Annie had their respective cuffs undone and both were taken toward the doorway that had been pointed out. Steps took them down to a dry dock area, where they were pushed inside and the door locked behind them.

Sam searched the room for any kind of exit but could find none, the vents where the water was going to come through were too small to fit through and there was nothing else untoward about the room. His shoulders slumped, no where to go. Annie moved across to him, they may have been beaten but at least they were together. He pulled her into his arms and laid the gentlest kiss he could manage on the top of her head. He walked with her to the far end of the room, the furthest point away from the water vents and sat down pulling her with him. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For dragging you into this, Annie. I’m not the best boyfriend in the world am I?”

“You didn’t know this were goin’ t’ ‘appen. Besides, where do you think I’d rather be? In Manchester worrying why I ‘aven’t seen you in a few days or ‘ere actually with you. At least we ‘ave air, a luxury that Alex and Gene won’t ‘ave.”

“Why is that significant, we’re going to get wet?”

“I know, but they’ll suffocate quicker if they do this,” she traced his lips with her fingers before placing hers onto his and kissing him.

His heart rate quickened, beating in his ears, he pulled away from her, his hands on her arms trying to focus on her face. “What are you doing, Annie?”

“Somethin’ I should’ve done before but I let my stupid pride get in the way. I love you, Sam, and I’ve not yet shown you how much.”

“Annie, we’re locked in a vault, that is going to be submerged in water soon enough. Call me Mr Picky but I’m not sure this is the right time or place to do this.”

“And when is? If we’re goin’ t’ be dead in a matter of ‘ours then surely you can give me my one last wish before I go.”

“You really want this don’t you?”

“Yeah, an’ if we get out, it’s a bonus.”

“Annie, I promise you, we’ll get out of this mess somehow and then we’ll do this properly, in an enormous comfortable bed in a top London hotel if you like but not here, not like this.”

“Ok, Sam as you wish but don’t go blamin’ me if we’re stuck at ‘em pearly gates not being let in ‘cause we didn’t make love.”

“I should think they’d send us to hell if we did that.” Sam joked, their laughter filling the space for a short while before they became quiet once more and awaited their fate.

.oOo.

Gene was thrown into the empty void first, his full weight sounding against the cemented wall as he rebounded off it. He stood, trying to catch his breath as he watched Skull have one final pass at Alex, his hands grabbing at her breasts, before she too was pushed into the room. Upon catching her they slid to the floor together, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck. She sat straddling his lap her bottom balanced upon his thighs. He pulled her close, his head resting at the hollow of her neck, a faint whiff of perfume reaching his nostrils as he settled against her, Alex holding onto him as if her life depended upon it.

“Gene?”

“Alex we shouldn’t talk, we shouldn’t do anythin’ that will use our air up more quickly.”

“I know, I just needed to let you know …”

“I already do,” He looked up to her, barely being able to see her in the stagnant room, “marry me?” He whispered.

“Yes,” she responded, kissing his forehead. Their last words spoken they settled into one another, one never letting the other go, hoping that their last breath would take them both from the world together.

.oOo.

Annie, overcome with exhaustion, was lent against Sam’s chest sleeping as he stroked her hair. The water had begun to seep into the room not long after they had been forced into it and as of yet not much had filled the space. ‘In fact,’ Sam thought, not much was filling up the walls and nothing had reached either of them by that time. He looked at his watch and pressed the button to get some light. They’d been in there for half an hour, something wasn’t right, or it was but for the wrong reasons. “Annie?” Sam nudged her, “Annie, can you get off me a minute.”

She stretched up and out of his way, leaning her back against the wall as she watched Sam get up from his spot and move across the room. “What are you doin’?”

“Trying to find out why this water isn’t filling up very quickly in here. We’ve been in here for about half an hour and the water hasn’t even reached us yet. Which means the water is either coming in much more slowly than anticipated, which I can’t imagine for one minute, or …”

Annie stood up and went over to where Sam was already kneeling in the water, his hands searching for something, “the water’s getting out somewhere?” She finished his statement with her own question.

He nodded, smiling up at her. She was soon on her knees next to him, her fingers feeling around the floor for any evidence that the water was getting out anywhere. “What’s this?” She kept her hands where they’d felt a ridge waiting for Sam to reach over and feel his own fingers around the area that Annie was still marking.

His head shot up, his eyes looking into hers. “I told you we’d get out of this.”

“We’re not out yet an’ ‘ow are we goin’ to get this up?”

His fingers felt around the area, it felt like a manhole cover of sorts, he just needed to get underneath it somehow. He moved around the edges, stopping at a bit that seemed to be lifted pulling at it trying to get his fingers underneath but his fingers were too large for the operation. “Annie, I need your help,” she nodded to him and felt where his fingers were. Her much smaller ones slid under the nick and managed to push it up with what little strength she had. Sam took the lead once more being able to use a greater amount of expended energy to pull up the cover and get rid of it. He felt down into the now vacant hole as the collected water drained into the new space. He lay down, pulling himself down into the hole and waving his upper body around to get a feel for what was there. He met the bottom of the hole with his chest slipping his whole body down and discovering a tunnel. He popped his head back up through the hole, “there’s a drain here and I can see light, I’d say it’s a storm drain and obviously the tide isn’t in yet but we need to be quick, you up for it?”

“Better than bein’ stuck in ‘ere waitin’ t’ die, especially if we can get t’ the other two before their air runs out.”

He smiled, “come on then,” he helped her down into the drain allowing her to take the lead, he followed right behind and within minutes they were at the entrance way. A grate covered the exit; Sam turned around onto his back and kicked out at the mesh with his feet attempting to free it from its fastenings. He tried once more, it moved a little more but nothing to get through it. Annie sidled next to him, “what are you doing?”

“’Elpin’, when I say three we both kick, yeah?”

“Ok.”

“One, two, three.” They both lashed out with their feet, the grate moving a bit more beginning to loosen. “Again, one, two, three,” they kicked again, the grate pushed further forward. “Last time, one, two, three,” The final kick was enough as their legs forced the grate from its place and their bodies surged forward through the now gaping hole.

Sam grabbed out for Annie as they both landed on the damp mud of the estuary that they were now sat upon. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just goin’ t’ ‘ave a sore bum for a few days. Be right as rain in no time though. You?”

“Much the same. We’d best get back up there and see to Alex and Gene.” They made their way up the bank, Sam helping Annie to traverse the steep bank and when they reached the top they were met with a sight they thought they’d never see. Ray Carling and Chris Skelton, along with members of the Met CID were detaining their captors. They crossed to them quickly, Ray dropping his suspect to the ground in surprise as Sam and Annie neared them.

“Jesus, where did you two come form?”

“We managed to get out through a storm drain,” Sam said, ushering Annie into the capable hands of an ambulance crew that had just arrived. “Alex and Gene are still in there, Ray.”

“Ok, I’ll come with you, Chris sort these others out will you.” They ran back into the building searching for the door to the vault. They found it locked, with a padlock. “Stand back, Guv’.” Ray took his service issue revolver from its holster and aimed it at the lock. One shot fired and the smell of gunfire filled the air around them. The padlock was soon dispensed with and the door opened. “Where, Guv’?”

“I guess that door there; it was open when Annie and I were taken down the stairs earlier on.” They moved across, another padlock which Ray soon got rid of. They opened the large heavy door aside looking into the dark void trying to see anything that resembled both Alex and Gene. Ray struck his lighter allowing the flame to open up the room to them. Sam ran over to his friends as they lay on the floor together still wrapped in each others arms. He lent over reaching for a wrist picking up Alex’s first, he felt a pulse but it was weak, pulling her form away from Gene and settling her on her back. His ear went to her slightly gaping mouth; he could feel the faint wisp of a breath as her body still lived. “Get an ambulance crew in here now Ray, she’s still with us but she’s on the edge.”

His attention now turned to Gene, he felt for a pulse, nothing not even a faint beat. He pushed Gene’s body over so he too was on his back and he lent over his mouth, “No,” he let out quietly as this time he felt no breath against his face. “No,” his fingers went to Gene’s mouth, checking for any signs of heat, they trailed down further to his neck again instinctively feeling for a pulse but finding nothing. He opened up the shirt; heat enveloped his hands as he went to Gene’s chest and began to massage Gene’s heart. “Ray, get over here, I need you to help me resuscitate him.” Ray was with him, shouting out to the ambulance crew when he heard them near their position, only stopping when Sam finished counting and it was his turn to breathe for his Guv’.

The ambulance crew called for back up and a defribillator as they took over from Sam and Ray, after looking after Alex and putting her on a stretcher. The second crew turned up, the trained operator taking the paddles of the defribillator and placing them over Gene’s now exposed chest. He hit the button shooting a current through Gene’s body in order to get his heart to start beating. They continued massaging whilst the machine charged again. Again the paddles were on his chest, shocking his heart into life with a larger pulse. Still nothing. They put the machine on charge again for the last attempt and once it was done the paddles were on his chest. “Clear,” the technician called as he pumped another surge into Gene’s body. His chest jerked up from the shock and he gasped for air, his eyes shooting open momentarily before closing them again. He was soon on a stretcher and being carted off in the general direction of an ambulance.

Gene was put into the ambulance and his stretcher secured in place. “Where’s Alex?” He managed to breathe out, as Sam took a seat alongside him. Gene tried again, “where’s Alex?”

“She’s fine Gene, gone on ahead of you. You’ll both be spending the night at the mercy of the London Health Service,” Sam joked. “And they’ve all been captured. Richard, Skull, Simone and all the thugs, every last one of them, thanks to Ray and Chris. Amazed me how they knew where we were.”

“I told ‘em t’ keep an eye out for us all, knew there were someat fishy ‘bout that DCI when he were askin’ me ‘bout Alex. Took their flamin’ time though, bloody div’s!”

Sam laughed, thanking God that all of them were ok.

.oOo.

A couple of days later, Alex and Gene met outside the building that housed the penthouse. It was now in the hands of the Met but Alex wanted to go and get a few things that were actually hers and Gene had agreed to go with her from his hospital bed the day before. “You look stunning,” Gene greeted her, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her. He counted himself lucky for being able to do this with her, relishing in her touch as she helped to intensify the moment.

They walked into the lobby and flashed warrant cards, finding their way to the lifts and entering one that was waiting. “Glad you wore your suit again,” she blushed.

“Glad you got your dress cleaned up,” he pulled back the two fronts of her open coat revealing her lime green dress from the night of the ‘party’.

“It’s a wonder what a little soap and water can do,” she said, as the air around them began to tingle with their mingling electricity.

The lift was soon at its destination and once they had alighted Alex went to the controls and locked the lift passage back up to their floor. The doors shut and the lift returned to the lower floors. Gene put his arms around her waist, bending to her ear, “what did you just do?”

“Well, I’m sure that we don’t really want to be disturbed, do we? I mean, that room we were in the other night, shame not to waste the opportunity of using it.”

He turned her around to face him, “do you actually ‘ave anythin’ t’ pick up?” He watched her shake her head, “Alex, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as devious as you.” He drew her close, his hand to her chin, pulling her close and crushing his mouth upon hers. Her hands went around his neck and he picked her up never breaking the contact. They retraced their earlier steps and found the room they had occupied those few days before.

Gene gently dropped her back to the ground, stepping back from her slightly and putting his hands to her shoulders pushing the coat from her form and allowing it to fall on the floor behind her. He took off his jacket and threw it in the general direction of a chair. “You’re so beautiful, Alex.” He whispered, his body reacting to her gentle touch when she made the effort to go to him.

“Help me?” She asked, motioning to the zip at the side of the bodice. He drew it down for her then helped her slip her body out of it. It pooled at her feet but she picked it up and threw it in the same general direction of his jacket had gone earlier. “Too expensive to walk over and I want a bit more use out of it.”

She took a couple of steps back and sank down onto the edge of the bed, teasing him as she lent back on her arms and hooked her left leg over her right, the long limbs twisting around one another. He started unbuttoning his shirt, undoing the cuffs first, pulling out the tails and then moving his hands down the front. He pulled it from his torso and threw it over her dress. “How much was that dress?”

“A little short of £2,000, I was told.” She squirmed under his loving gaze, remembering the way he’d done the same when they’d been together in 1994, she blushed again.

His hands moved to his belt, undoing it, as his feet found their way out of his boots. He pulled the button open at the top of his trousers. “Why are you blushin’?”

“I just remembered how you used to look at me before, when we were together in ’94. You’ve just given me the same look.”

“An’ is that a bad thin’?”

“No, not at all. I’ve just realised though that that look wasn’t just because you wanted or needed me, it was because you loved me.” She looked away.

He knelt before her, reaching his form over her almost naked body, bringing her face around to look at him. “I’ve always loved you, Alex. I’m just sorry I’ve never been around, I’m sorry I allowed my pride get in the way, it will never ‘appen again.” Pulling her to sit up he laid a gentle kiss on each of her palms before he found her mouth, and kissed her heartily. He gently took her top lip between his teeth sucking at the silky flesh, feeling her body respond to his caresses, finally asking for access into her mouth with his tongue in order to seek out her own and have them dance along to their own tango.

His hands were soon over her back stroking the ivory flesh that lay beneath his long fingers. On finding its way down to the base of her spine tracing over the gentle curves of her bottom, his other was up over her shoulders and then into her hairline at the base of her neck, gently stroking through the waves and twirling them around his fingers like he’d done all those years before. He reluctantly broke their kiss, but continued his tirade of gentle kisses down over her cheek to her earlobe, then over her collar bone and down toward the dip between her breasts. She bucked underneath him as she sank down toward the bed, asking him with her hands on his to start his attack on her swollen assets. His hands stroked down her chest and over the waiting mounds, circling them, they seemed slightly larger than they had before. He looked at her quizzically.

“They became a little larger after I’d had Molly, it’s quite normal,” he nodded his understanding, “Gene, don’t stop, please?” He continued on, feeling the peeks rise through the thin lime green satin of the bra set she was wearing. His hand found its way underneath the fabric and teased again allowing Alex to rise up to his touch. He found he wanted it now more than ever, uncovering the hardened nipple and gazing at it in wonder.

“These become larger too then, do they?” He said, his eyes sparkling like an excited teenager. She nodded, gasping at his feathering touches. He bent over her taking it into his mouth delighting at its feel as he swirled his tongue around the tip and tentatively suckled and nipped it. One hand finding its partner and pleasuring that too, his other hand feeling behind her arched back and undoing the clip that held the garment in place. He pulled back taking the bra with him and grazed his eyes over her, she was as beautiful as he’d remembered, more so in fact if that was at all possible.

“Gene, lower please,” she asked of him.

“Just a minute, Alex. I’ve still got a few too many clothes on ‘ere.”

She pulled herself up and eyed his body as he stood up in front of her, she smirked grabbing at the undone button of the fly, pushing the zip down and allowing the trousers to fall down his long legs. She heard him gulp as her hands went around his back to his buttocks, and caressed them through the silky fabric. “God in ‘eaven, Alex, I’m goin’ t’ come right now if you carry on like that.” He removed her hands, “we’ve got all night and that’s exactly ‘ow long I want t’ take over this.” He stepped out from his trousers and threw them out of the way, peeling off his socks and finally his boxers as she found her way back down onto the bed awaiting his touch once more and marvelling at the sight of his arousal. He was glorious and he was hers.

He knelt back down and began nuzzling at the flesh at the inside of her thigh, removing her shoes as he went and allowing his hands to stroke over her ankles and down her slender feet. “Oh my god, Gene, I need you.”

“Shush, woman, all in good time. Patience is a virtue you know.”

“One I don’t happen to have.”

“Well, you’re just goin’ t’ ‘ave t’ try.” His hands skilfully ran up her legs and to the straps of the matching green bikini panties, pushing his thumbs under the elastic on each side and pulling them down over her hips and down her legs. He nudged her legs open, wondering at the vision before him. His hands skimmed over the soft downy hair that covered her core, one finger delicately finding her nub and stroking it in order to bring Alex nearer her goal. His finger slipped inside and he sucked in his breath as he realised how wet she was, she groaned as he found the spot inside of her and began to move over it, her hips bucking along to the rhythm he was creating within her. He pulled his finger from her and replaced it with his tongue; he was ready to drink her nectar when she was ready to reach her peak, his tongue darting in and around her opening waiting for the ultimate moment. He felt her hips gyrating quicker and soon she was breathing his name out as her hips rose up further, her body bracing itself and she rode her wave of ecstasy, whilst he continued his assault.

He felt her body calming as he climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her up with him and they lay together upon the satin sheets revelling in the feel of one another as she slowed. He was soon kissing her again, and touching all of the sensitive areas he remembered in order for her pleasure centre to pool once more and want to accept him inside of her. He allowed her to crawl on top of him as he remembered how much both of them had enjoyed this position. She teased him for a little while, brushing her entry over the top of his penis until he could take it no longer. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and made his intention clear as he pushed her down slightly allowing her to take the lead and take him within her. Both threw their heads back as they succumbed to their mutual pleasure. She moved him in and out of her quickening with her adjusting rhythm pulling him along with her. “Alex, I’m close,” he breathed out, one hand on a hip, his other at her clit making her convulse and fly over the edge, calling out his name as she came again, his own orgasm soon following as he felt her clamp around him. He spilt his seed within her as he called her name out. Pulling her body to him as they came down together and bringing the duvet around them.

He awoke several hours later to find her smiling up at him, love shone from behind her eyes. He smiled back remembering something he still had to do. He pushed the bed clothes back, “get in,” he soothingly ordered as he took his handsome naked body across the room. She watched him as he moved not quite believing how good he actually looked under the discreet light of the now full moon that shone through the full wall window. He was soon back with her after retrieving an item from his jacket pocket. “Forgot this earlier,” he said as he lay down beside her once more and opened the small box, “Three nights ago Alex, I asked you t’ marry me an’ you said yes, remember?” She nodded, of course she remembered. “In that case, please accept this ring as a gesture of my undying love for you.” She held out her hand for him and he slipped the ring on her finger, finally leaning down and kissing her before taking her back in his arms and them both drifting off to sleep together.
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