Payback

by Kimberley Chambers

  Knowing when she was beaten and certainly not wanting to be travelling back to London with Vinny while he was in such a foul mood, Joanna made her decision. ‘OK, take me to the hairdresser in Eastbourne.’

  Christopher Walker felt as nervous as hell as he drove into Hainault Country Park. He had purposely arrived early in the hope of spotting his tormentor, but when he parked up, he could not see any suspicious-looking vehicles or people.

  Picking up his copy of the Daily Mail, Christopher tried to concentrate on reading the front-page story, but couldn’t. He felt physically sick, and the only time he could remember feeling so anxious in the past was when he had witnessed Vinny Butler murdering Dave Phillips. He had then been threatened by Vinny before being interviewed and forced to take part in an identification parade by the police. That had been proper scary stuff, but this was his career at stake.

  With each new car that drove in and parked up, Christopher felt his stomach churn. So far, each new arrival had been one more dog owner giving their beloved pet their daily exercise. It was gone eleven now, and still there was no sign of the mystery man who had caused him so many sleepless nights.

  At 11.15 exactly, Christopher nigh-on jumped out of his skin when he heard a loud tapping on the back window of his car. He leaned over, opened the passenger door and seconds later a tall foreign-looking man jumped in. The man held out his right hand. ‘Nice to meet you at last, Christopher. My name is Ahmed. Ahmed Zane.’

  Christopher was totally gobsmacked. The caller had spoken with a slight accent, but Chris had never dreamt that it could be Ahmed. So far as anyone knew, Zane and Vinny were joined at the hip. The anxiety that had gripped Christopher was suddenly replaced with a surge of adrenalin as he realized what this meant: if anybody could set Vinny up, it was Ahmed. And DS Christopher Walker would get all the credit.

  Trying to regain his composure, he shook Ahmed’s hand. ‘Look, no disrespect, but do you mind if I frisk you to make sure you’re not wired up? It’s usual police procedure.’

  ‘Funnily enough, I was going to ask you the same question,’ Ahmed replied cheekily.

  Christopher patted Ahmed in the places he had been trained to, then allowed the man to do the same to him. ‘I hope nobody is watching us, Chris. They will think we are gay lovers having a sly session,’ Ahmed joked.

  Forcing a polite smile, Christopher got down to business. ‘I thought you and Butler were best buddies, what’s going on?’

  ‘We were close for a very long time – until Vinny did something despicable to me. It was an unforgivable act of betrayal, which is why I want you to put that man behind bars for many years to come. Obviously, I know what happened in the past between yourself and Vinny. You witnessed the murder of Dave Phillips, then lied to the police and failed to pick Vinny out in the identification parade. I understand why you did that, Christopher. At the time, you were young and scared, but now you are older, I am sure you would like to pay Vinny back for what he put you and your family through, wouldn’t you?’ Ahmed asked. He would never trust Old Bill as far as he could throw them, which was why he had felt it necessary to bring up the details of Christopher’s perjury. For all he knew, the guy might have a tape recorder hidden in the car. Ahmed, who prided himself on being a good judge of character, doubted it, but as a precaution he had recorded his phone conversations with Christopher. It was always wise to have something up your sleeve in the event of a double-cross.

  ‘I would love nothing more than to put Vinny Butler behind bars. Not only would it further my career, it would also give me peace of mind. But can I ask you a question …?’

  Ahmed nodded.

  ‘What did Vinny do to betray you so badly?’

  ‘Do you remember the accident in which Lenny Harris, Vinny’s cousin, died?’

  ‘Yeah, I heard about it. As you’re probably well aware, my sister unfortunately married Michael Butler, so I get told a lot of what goes on in that family. You were driving the car that night, weren’t you?’

  Ahmed shook his head. ‘No, I was not. Vinny was driving the car that killed his cousin. Yes, it was my car, but I had wanted to take a cab home because neither of us were fit to drive. Vinny was having none of it. He insisted on driving and he crashed the car. But do you know what the worst part of that was for me, Christopher?’

  Amazed that Ahmed was being so open with him, Christopher urged him to continue.

  ‘Not only did that shitcunt leave me in the car to die before he did a runner, he dragged what he thought was my dead body into the driver’s seat to make it look as if I was the one who had killed Lenny. I trusted Vinny. I thought he was my friend. What type of man does such a callous thing, eh, Christopher?’

  ‘A bastard like Vinny Butler, that’s who. What I can’t understand though is why you haven’t dealt with the matter yourself, Ahmed? I would have thought a man such as yourself would seek revenge privately rather than involve the police.’

  ‘But I haven’t involved the police, Christopher. I have only involved you – a man with a grudge who hates Vinny Butler just as much as I do. I thought long and hard about the best way to deal with Vinny. He thinks he is a hard man, but he isn’t. He’s a mummy’s boy and a very weak person deep down. A long prison stretch would be the ultimate payback for both of us. Being locked up is Vinny’s biggest nightmare, and it would kill him to not be able to see his daughter, son and mother on a regular basis. Between you and I, we can make this happen.’

  ‘How exactly?’

  ‘I have everything set up for you to catch Vinny with at least ten kilos of cocaine. How does that rock your boat?’

  Christopher Walker grinned. ‘That rocks my boat very nicely. Very nicely indeed.’

  ‘Hello, baby girl,’ Queenie beamed when Vinny strolled towards the bungalow with Molly in his arms.

  ‘Nanny, say hello to Molly Dolly.’

  Vinny gently put his daughter onto his mother’s lap. ‘Right, I’ve spoken to Ray King and he’s sound. We’re all allowed back in the club. You OK looking after Molly until Jo gets back? I need to head off to London to check on Little Vinny. I was meant to ring him at twelve last night, but forgot because we were watching Freddie Starr. Now I can’t get hold of him.’

  ‘Yeah, me and Viv will look after Molly. Where is Jo, love?’

  ‘At the hairdressers. She’s getting rid of that slutty-looking blonde hair, so she don’t pull any more pricks,’ Vinny replied bluntly.

  About to reply, Queenie saw Brenda marching towards her with a face like thunder. ‘I hate this family. I hate you all, especially him,’ Brenda said, lunging at Vinny.

  Ordering Viv to take Molly inside the bungalow, Queenie tried to calm the situation down. ‘Whatever’s wrong, Bren? Is it Scott? He’s not dead, is he?’ she asked, trying to restrain her daughter while glancing anxiously at Vinny.

  ‘She’s pissed, Mum. Smells like a brewery,’ Vinny said.

  ‘Where’s Tommy and Tara?’ Queenie asked.

  ‘Scotty’s younger sister is looking after them. We brought her with us on holiday so me and Scott could have a bit of us time, but that’s all gone tits-up now, thanks to my cunt of a brother, hasn’t it? Scotty has told me it’s over. He’s packing his case as we speak and he doesn’t even want to drive me and the kids back to London,’ Brenda screamed.

  Noticing that the neighbours had ventured outside to be nosy, Queenie chose her words carefully and lowered her usually loud voice. ‘Don’t you dare call your brother such an awful word. He has always had your best interests at heart, ever since you was born, and if your boyfriend isn’t man enough to take a headbutt, then he isn’t the man for you.’

  ‘Headbutt! Scott nearly fucking died! He was out cold for ten minutes, so no wonder he wants to bin me. How will I ever hang on to a boyfriend or husband while I’m part of this family, eh? I bet it was you who drove Dean away,’ Brenda accused, poking her brother in the chest.

  Aware that the notrights were having a field day watching the drama, Qu
eenie nodded for Vinny to go inside then roughly grabbed Brenda’s arm and marched her in after him. Much as she loved her only daughter, compared to her sons, Brenda had always been a big disappointment to her. Once she shut the door, Queenie let rip. ‘Don’t you dare blame your brother for Dean disappearing into thin air. Don’t get me wrong, if I ever lay eyes on Dean again, I would knife him myself for the way he left you in the lurch and abandoned his children. But you led that man a dog’s life, Bren, with your drinking and your insecurities.’

  When Brenda collapsed on the floor sobbing uncontrollably, Vinny knelt down and hugged his little sister to his chest. ‘That’s enough now, Mum. Soon as Bren’s packed up, I’ll take her and the kids back to London with me.’

  The minute she laid eyes on Johnny, Deborah Preston knew that he was itching to tell her something important. She had sensed the excitement in his voice when she had spoken to him on the phone last night.

  ‘You’ve got some news for me, haven’t you, love?’

  Johnny grinned broadly. ‘You know I told you my parole hearing had been put back a fortnight?’

  Deborah nodded.

  ‘Well, it hadn’t. It was yesterday, but I didn’t want you worrying and I wanted to surprise you.’

  Deborah felt her stomach tie itself in knots. ‘Well? What did they say?’

  Unable to hide his elation, Johnny leapt out of his seat and did a little celebratory jig. ‘I’m finally coming home, babe, and I can’t fucking wait.’

  Joanna Preston stared at her new image in the mirror and was horrified at what she saw. Her once beautiful blonde hair was now a very dark brown and it did not suit her one bit.

  ‘Is everything OK?’ the hairdresser asked.

  Biting fiercely on her lip to stop herself from crying, Joanna nodded her head. She felt and looked like a different person. It was as though her whole identity had been stolen.

  Joanna paid the bill, then without even waiting for her change, stumbled out of the salon. Seconds later, the tears came.

  Scott Mason drove back towards London with a face like thunder and the headache from hell. The hospital had wanted to keep him in for observation for another twenty-four hours, so he had made the decision to discharge himself.

  ‘I can’t believe how bad your eyes and nose look, Scott. How long before you’ll be back to normal?’ Fiona asked. Her usually handsome brother looked terrible.

  Scott had suffered a broken nose in the fracas which had given him two black eyes. ‘I dunno. The doctor said I might have to have my nose reshaped, but I won’t know for sure until the swelling goes down.’

  ‘I think Brenda is going to try and get back with you. Got a feeling she might prove to be a bit of a stalker after the way she was behaving earlier. Don’t get back with her, Scotty, will you? You’ve got enough on your plate with that timeshare malarkey, and you certainly don’t need another run-in with the Butlers.’

  ‘I have no intention of getting back with Bren. I wasn’t even that into her in the first place, if you want the truth.’

  ‘What about Vinny though? I know what you’re like, Scott, and I know you will not rest until you get him back one way or another. Whatever you do, do not involve that lunatic friend of yours from Spain. He’s off his rocker, he is.’

  Scott smirked. Mad Martin was a psycho who would most certainly give Vinny Butler a run for his money if Scott paid him enough dosh to do so. The man had been known to wipe out family relations for less than fifty thousand pesetas.

  ‘What you smiling at, Scott? This isn’t funny. I love you, you know I do, but I am not giving you no more alibis if the police knock on our door – I mean that.’

  Scott squeezed his sister’s hand. Their mum had died when Fiona was just five years old and Scott had looked after her ever since. They were that close they even shared a flat together these days. ‘Stop worrying. I’m not going to do anything, OK? I’m not stupid, Fi.’

  Fiona said nothing. She wanted to believe Scott was not going to seek some sort of revenge against Vinny, but in her heart she knew that he probably would.

  Ahmed was sitting in a West End restaurant with his friends Hakan and Bora Koç. They had rung him yesterday out of the blue saying they were in town on business.

  ‘How is your dear friend Vinny these days, Ahmed? Are you still ripping him off or have you now finished him off?’ Hakan asked. He and Bora had enjoyed playing the role of big-time drug barons to help their friend fleece Vinny of a fortune.

  Without going into too much detail, Ahmed explained that he had Vinny exactly where he wanted him and was hoping that very soon Vinny would be going to prison for a long spell.

  ‘I have to say, Ahmed, and I mean no disrespect, but why fuck about this way? I do not know how you could go on pretending to be Vinny’s friend after the way he betrayed you. I would have killed him, if he’d done that to me,’ Hakan said.

  Ahmed smirked. It seemed none of his friends could understand his desire to play games, putting off the day when he would finish Vinny off. In fact, Ahmed knew without a doubt that the only person who would truly understand would be Vinny himself. Both of them shared the same sadistic nature and thoroughly enjoyed putting their victims through prolonged torture, mentally as well as physically. No wonder they had clicked immediately and been such good pals until Vinny had betrayed him in such a vile way. ‘I will try to explain, but you probably won’t understand. To kill Vinny would have been far too easy and boring for me. I want and need to watch him suffer. Playing mind games makes me happy.’

  ‘My friend Murat, he fuck many men over for money. Somebody recently kill his daughter. He now broken man. Worst punishment is to kill child,’ Bora said.

  ‘How did they kill the child?’ Ahmed asked.

  Bora put his right hand around his throat and squeezed it. ‘They do this.’

  Ahmed could not help but chuckle as he imagined Vinny’s reaction if Molly were to meet her maker in such a violent manner. Vinny was besotted with his daughter, and would never be able to deal with such a crime. That truly would be game over.

  ‘What is funny?’ Hakan asked Ahmed.

  ‘Nothing. I just have a warped sense of humour. Right, let’s order some food, shall we? I am starving.’

  Little Vinny splashed on some of his father’s aftershave, then stared at himself in the mirror. His dad reckoned he was the spitting image of him, but apart from his bright green eyes, Vinny liked to think he looked more like his mum. She had been a pretty lady and he had definitely inherited her small, slightly turned-up nose.

  Putting his black braces over his white Fred Perry shirt, Little Vinny grinned as he attached them to his faded Levi jeans. Now he’d had his head shaved and was wearing his good clobber, he looked and felt like a proper skinhead once again. He’d popped round Ben’s gaff earlier and brought some of his clothes back home, but he would have to hide them all under his bed once his dad got back from Eastbourne, in case the bastard found them then burned them as he had last time.

  About to lace up his DM’s, Little Vinny froze as he heard the key go in the lock, then the front door slam. ‘You in, boy?’ his dad shouted out.

  ‘Yes, Dad. I’ll be down in a minute.’ Little Vinny was panicking now. He had left his pork-pie hat downstairs, so couldn’t even cover up his shaved head.

  Vinny poured himself a large Scotch and downed it in one. The journey back from Eastbourne had been a nightmare. Brenda had been crying one minute, then screaming at him the next. Tara had had one of her infamous tantrums because she had wanted to stay at the holiday park, and Tommy had puked up all over the back seat of his motor.

  Slamming his glass down on the kitchen top, Vinny marched upstairs to see his son. ‘So, how did your party go? Did you have a good time?’

  Little Vinny stood transfixed to the spot when his bedroom door was flung open. He knew immediately by the twisted expression on his father’s face that he was in deep shit.

  Vinny pulled back his right fist and punched his
son so hard in the face, he flew across the room and landed on his bed. He then leaned over him and pointed his forefinger in his face. ‘How dare you disobey me, you cheeky little bastard. I told you under no circumstances were you to ever get your head shaved again, or wear them stupid cunting clothes. Well, you’ve well and truly burned your bridges now, boy, because I ain’t letting you out of my sight in future. You just can’t be trusted, can you?’

  Holding his throbbing jaw in his hand, Little Vinny stuck up for himself. ‘Why can’t you just let me live my own life and make my own decisions, eh? All my mates have got skinheads, their dads don’t go into one. Why do you always have to make me the odd one out?’

  ‘Because you’re my son! I ain’t some two-bob mug like your mates’ dads, am I? I am the Vinny Butler, and if you think you’re going to embarrass me by looking, dressing and acting like some little prick, then you’ve got another think coming.’

  ‘I hate you. You’re a fucking horrible dad, and I hate being your son,’ Little Vinny replied defiantly.

  Vinny grabbed his son by the throat and gave it a gentle squeeze. ‘And I don’t like you very much either. Unlike your little sister, you are a total fucking waste of space. Now, get them stupid clothes off and put a suit on. Tonight, you will be working at the club with me.’

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Over the next week, Little Vinny’s life went from bad to worse. When his father had said he wasn’t going to let him out of his sight, Little Vinny had thought he was just using scaremonger tactics. The bastard hadn’t been, though. Little Vinny wasn’t even allowed to stay indoors on his own of a night. He was made to sit upstairs or work as a potboy at the poxy club.