Scott waited a few minutes just to see if any lights came on or there were any signs that someone was home. There were none, so he started the car and headed towards the motorway. It was time to head back up towards the country house near Cumbernauld. When Scott arrived near the home he saw the familiar shape of the silver Jaguar parked on the driveway, right in front of the house. There were lights on, both on the ground and first floors. Scott parked the car in a nearby country lane. It seemed to be a very quiet road and he found a layby to pull into. He walked the half mile or so back up towards the property. There was a little snow left on the ground but not much, and what was left was quite slushy. He was wearing dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a black jacket, as well as dark gloves. So, it was easy for him to stay in the shadows and not be spotted.
Scott wanted to check the perimeter of the property, to see if the fence and walls went all the way around, plus what type of security there was. He quickly discovered that the property was fenced and the fence did go all the way around. The brick walls at the front of the property that housed the metal entrance gate, gave way at the sides and back of the home to six feet high wooden privacy fencing. Either way, it wouldn’t be a problem for Scott to scale. He was more concerned about what was on the other side. The property was just over an acre in size, Scott estimated. He did numerous laps of the perimeter checking things out from various angles. He determined that there didn’t seem to be any guard dogs, or indeed any type of animals kept there. Also he’d seen the sign near the main gate that stated the property was guarded by an alarm. Scott noted it was the type of alarm that was monitored, and when it went off, a message was directly sent to the police force. Scott highly doubted that Fitzgerald would want the police coming to the property so he came to the calculated assumption that the system would be turned off. It was obviously his ex-wife’s house and was something she used when she was there. Scott knew he could do more checks though when he could get inside the outer perimeter. It was too early yet though, so he returned to his car. Ideally he wanted to enter the house when the people inside were asleep. If he could find what he needed then he’d leave, if not, then he’d use whatever persuasive powers he had to make Fitzgerald drop his interest in Sharon.
Scott called Tiffany and chatted for a while. He told her it could be late before he returned and encouraged her to get some sleep as they had a lot of travelling to do over the next couple of days. She insisted that she’d wait up for him no matter what time it was that he returned. At just before midnight, Scott walked back up to the house. The lights were still on so he returned to his car. An hour later he tried again, and this time all the lights were off. Scott returned to his car. He’d give them a little more time before he tried anything, to ensure they were sleeping. When he was ready, he made his move.
He quickly darted to the fence at the side of the property and scaled it with ease. Knowing that there were security lights on the front of the building, and that they were probably on a motion sensor, he approached the house from the side. Scott reached the side of the house and located a window. He looked inside, it was quite dark but he could make out there was a light colored couch directly underneath the window. This was a stroke of luck and would make an excellent place to get in. The falling glass would land on the couch absorbing the sound.
He quickly checked the rear of the property but noticed a security light that he didn’t want to trigger, so decided to stick to the side window entry. Scott didn’t waste any time, he moved into position and took a roll of duct-tape from his pocket. He’d bought it earlier when he left the hotel. He placed a few pieces of tape on the window. It helped to stop broken pieces of glass from falling. Having the couch under the window too was a bonus, just in case any pieces did fall. He struck the window once with his elbow. It shattered, but most pieces stuck to the tape and there wasn’t a lot of noise. There was no alarm either. Scott knew it could be a silent alarm that was triggered and that if so, there would be an alert at a monitoring office. If that were the case the company would call the homeowner and ask for a password.
Scott waited for a few minutes, and there was nothing. As he suspected, it was likely that the house’s security system was turned off. Fitzgerald was the type of cocky arrogant person who thought he was untouchable. Scott pulled away the tape and glass, then reached his hand inside the window and opened it. He climbed inside. It was dark in the house but Scott’s eyes were accustomed to it now, so he was able to navigate through the rooms. He quickly searched most of the ground floor, looking for some evidence, he thought there had to be a stash of drugs or something somewhere.
Just as he was about to go up the stairs, he noticed a door he hadn’t checked. As he got closer to the door, he could hear snoring coming from inside. He slowly opened the door, it creaked a little. The room was fairly small and from what Scott could see, had been turned into a makeshift bedroom. There was a large man asleep on the double bed, which was in the far corner of the room. Scott moved towards the bed, on the bedside table was a handgun. Scott picked it up. A quick check confirmed it was loaded. He was pretty sure the man in the bed was Duncan, Fitzgerald’s so called personal bodyguard. He was partially under the covers though so it was hard to say for sure. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, so Scott scoured the room quietly looking for other weapons, or the drug stash that he hoped to find. He found neither, so left the room and headed up the stairs.
When he got to the top, there appeared to be four bedrooms off the main landing. All the doors were closed. Once again he heard the sound of snoring. It was coming from the bedroom at the front of the house. Scott slowly opened the door, which led to a large bedroom. The bright moon helped to light up the room a little. There were drapes on the windows but luckily for Scott they weren’t closed. The bed was over to the right side of the room, he moved closer to it. Scott was 100% sure it was Fitzgerald. He checked the bedside unit for weapons but didn’t see any. He was positive there’d be a gun somewhere though and sure enough, when he opened the top drawer of the unit, there was another handgun. Scott took it and closed the drawer. Then there was movement in the bed, Scott was shocked as he noticed there was a woman in the bed with him. She turned away from Fitzgerald and rolled to the other side of the King sized bed. It was time to act. Scott pointed one of handguns at the villian’s head and turned on the bedside lamp.
“I bet yer did nae think yer’d see me again, did yer?”
Fitzgerald was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and slowly raised his hands. The woman sat up with a start, pulling the sheets up over her chest. Scott motioned for her to be quiet by putting his finger to his lips. She looked scared. She was a very young Eastern European looking woman, maybe in her late teens or early 20’s. She had long dark hair and very pronounced facial features. The light that now filled the room allowed Scott to see a virtually empty bottle of whisky on the bedside table, along with some remnants of white powder scattered around it.
“Who the hell are yer? And what do yer want?” Fitzgerald blurted out as he started to process what was happening.
“Yer know who I am, and what I want!” Scott answered.
“Dinnae give me that crap aboot being a mechanic from Aberdeen. Who do yer work fer? Is it McInnes, Rab McInnes? Whatever he’s paying yer, I’ll double it.”
“I dinnae work fer anyone, I told yer that. I just want yer tae stop bothering Sharon Walker,” Scott stated bluntly.
“And what if I dinnae?”
“Then I’ll come back here again, or wherever yer are and I’ll kill yer. And trust me, I’ll find yer.”
“Yer really dinnae want tae make an enemy oot of me Scott, or whatever yer name is. Yer making a huge mistake.”
“Och I know exactly what I’m doing. So, who’s the lass?” Scott asked looking at the girl.
“Leave her oot of this,” he answered looking nervous.
“My name is Irina, my brothers work for him. If I don’t come with him here and be with him, then he says he kills my b
rothers,” she said softly in broken English.
“Shut up lass,” Fitzgerald raised his voice angrily and turned towards the girl.
Scott threw his fist forward, striking the angry man on the side of the head. He didn’t hit him with full force but it was hard enough to stun him.
“Yer shut it, I’m talking tae her now,” Scott demanded. He knew it was important to let Irina know he was on her side, that he could help her. And, maybe she could help him.
“Where are yer fae Irina? And how long have yer been here?”
“We are Serbs, he helped get us here a few weeks ago. There were many of us including my brothers. I have not seen them since the day after we arrived,” she said starting to open up to Scott.
“So what have yer been doing since yer got here?”
“They make us go with men, a lot of us girls they make prostitutes,” she said dropping her head and getting upset.
“I can get yer oot of here tonight if yer want tae leave,” Scott offered.
“She’s nae going anywhere,” Fitzgerald interrupted.
“It’s nae up tae yer anymore. I knew aboot yer human trafficking and yer prostitution ring anyway, so she has nae told me anything new.”
“I want to leave. I want to come with you. You help find my brothers?” she asked.
“Aye, yer can come with me. I’ll take yer somewhere tae meet someone and they’ll help yer find yer brothers. Get some clothes on lass, let’s get oot of here.”
She got out of bed and started to put on her clothes.
“Yer gonna pay fer this. I swear I’ll find yer,” Fitzgerald grunted.
“Irina, do yer know if he keeps drugs anywhere in the house? Have yer seen anything at all?” Scott asked completely ignoring the irate man.
“Yes, there are drugs here. He does cocaine, and smokes weed. He tries to make me do it but I say no. Then he hits me and tries to make me.”
“Do yer know where he keeps it?’
“Yes, downstairs, come I will show you,”
“Yer brothers are as guid as dead yer whore,” Fitzgerald shouted, still trying to control her.
“Quiet,” Scott said as he quickly reached for his duct-tape. He knew that when he left, he needed time, so he had to make sure both Fitzgerald and his bodyguard were bound and could not call for help. He knew it would buy him a few hours. And a few hours may be all he’d need if there was a good stash of drugs. That was evidence, and so was Irina. Scott knew that if she would agree to testify against Fitzgerald, then they may have enough to put him in jail. He moved in close to the mobster, keeping the gun pointed at him, and rolled him over. Scott proceeded to tape his hands behind his back. Fitzgerald was naked, apart from a pair of black briefs. Scott grabbed his feet and bound them together with tape too, before lifting them up and taping them to his hands. The scary mobster was now hogtied on the bed. He was vulnerable, humiliated, and angry. A slew of insults and threats were thrown at Scott, and Irina. As much as Scott wanted to untie him and fight him, one on one, he didn’t. He knew it was more important to get Irina out of the house and get some evidence too. Just before they left the room, Scott took a dirty sock he found on the floor near the foot of the bed, and shoved it into Fitzgerald’s mouth. Quickly, he applied another piece of tape, all the way around his head, keeping the gag firmly in place.
“Dinnae worry, someone will find yer tomorrow. Unfortunately, yer’ll be fine. I do hope it’s the police who find yer though,” Scott said sarcastically as he bent down and looked into his captives eyes.
Scott and Irina quickly descended the stairs.
“The other one sleeps in there, drugs are there too,” she said pointing to the door where Scott had found the gun and the sleeping man.
Scott handed her a gun, he could see the look of hate in her eyes when she looked at Fitzgerald. And the look of relief when she realized Scott was there to help. He didn’t have a problem handing it to her.
“Do yer know how tae use it?” he asked.
“Of course, many troubles in my country. I learned when I was young girl.”
It was what Scott expected to hear, he’d been involved in missions in some of the former Yugoslavian states many years before.
“Where are the drugs kept?” Scott whispered as they approached the door.
“In the closet, at the back there is a secret panel. They do not know that I know this, but I’ve seen them use it.”
As they got closer to the room Scott heard the snoring again. He gently pushed open the door and beckoned for Irina to follow. She pointed to the closet and made her way towards it, tripping on something in the dark and falling. The noise in the room awoke the large red-haired man. Scott turned on the main room light and pointed his gun at the man. It was indeed Duncan, who was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. He looked stunned, and a little hung over. There were a few empty beer cans scattered around the floor and another partially empty whisky bottle on the bedside table.
“Hey tough guy, remember me?’ Scott asked.
Duncan started to move his hand towards the bedside table and glanced across towards it.
“Looking fer this big man? it’s yer gun!” he said pointing to the gun in his other hand.
“What do yer want, and what are yer doing with her?” He asked angrily, looking at Irina.
“We’re just going tae collect a few things fae yer closet, then we’ll be on our way.”
“Yer messing with the wrong people, yer a dead man!” he shouted.
Scott smiled.
“Go get the drugs Irina,” Scott said calmly.
She went into the closet and removed a panel from the wall, revealing a hidden storage area. She came out with a small bag of marijuana in her hand.
“This is all, but I know there’s more. They keep cocaine in the safe,” she said pointing out the large safe to Scott. It was built into the back of the closet and hidden with hanging coats.
“Do yer have the combination?”
“No they do not give me that, but he knows. I see him open it many times,” she said looking at Duncan.
“Open it now,” Scott said to him, pointing the gun at his head and moving closer.
“Yer nae going tae shoot me, yer an old army guy. Yer play by the rules,” he replied cockily.
“Och yer’d be surprised. I think there’d be a few people alive and dead, who may disagree with yer there,” Scott answered. He wasn’t going to shoot him but he didn’t want to let him know that.
“He may play by rules, but I don’t. You raped me you pig, I’ll shoot you like a dog. Now open it,” Irina screamed, the loathing in her eyes was easy to see as she pointed the gun at him and walked towards him menacingly, in a hate-filled rage.
Duncan’s tone and demeanor changed instantly and he suddenly became more helpful. Whatever he’d done to Irina, he must have known it was bad and that she was deadly serious about killing him. Scott smiled, that was the first time he could remember a woman being more intimidating to someone than he was. He didn’t mind though, they didn’t have a lot of time so it was good she’d got him to co-operate. They both had their guns pointed at the large man as he made his way from the bed to the closet. He opened the safe quickly, without arguing and returned to the bed. Scott kept the gun on him as he taped his hands together and then bound them to the corner post of the bed. While Scott was restraining Duncan, Irina was looking in the safe.
“Here it is, cocaine,” she said as she handed the bag to Scott. It was still a fairly small bag. Not the huge stash Scott was hoping for.
“Are there any more bags?” he asked.
“No, just that bag and some papers.”
“Papers, let me see,” Scott said as he moved towards the safe, recovering the huge file, which was filled with various papers. Scott spent a few minutes looking through it. He’d found his pot of gold, this was way better than a stash of drugs. Everything was there, documented. There were times, names, places, details of various illegal payments. There w
ere enough details to put Fitzgerald away for a long, long time. It implicated him in virtually everything that the police had suspected him of. Not only him, but many of his associates further down the chain of command were implicated too.
“Irina, leave the cocaine here. We’ve got what we need. Let’s get oot of here,” Scott said excitedly.
After making sure Duncan was securely tied, then going upstairs to check and make sure Fitzgerald hadn’t been able to get himself free, Scott left the house with Irina. He left the guns in the house, they didn’t need them anymore. Soon they were back at his car and Scott was on the phone. It was the middle of the night but this was the kind of news that his ‘contact’ would appreciate at any hour. He passed on all the details about finding the evidence and that there was cocaine in the house. Plus, that he had Irina with him, who Fitzgerald had been holding against her will, and that she was willing to testify against him. Despite the early hour, this was a huge deal for the authorities and lots of people sprang into action. Scott arranged to take Irina to a safe house, and a specially trained female police officer was assigned to meet her and take care of her. He drove her to the arranged meeting place back in Glasgow. Irina was very quiet, but seemed relieved. She was unsure who Scott was, but was just happy to be out of the situation she was in. Scott wished her good luck in finding her brothers and gave her the file full of information to give to the police officers. After making sure Irina was safely with the police officer that his contact had arranged, Scott left. It was over and Scott was happy that he’d done all he could. It was up to the legal system now, but the impression he got from his contact, was that this information was the ‘smoking gun’ they’d been looking for. Scott returned to the hotel, and was about to get into bed with Tiffany. She was already asleep, but he didn’t mind. It had been a long night, he climbed into the bed and snuggled up behind her, putting his arms around her.
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