by Hatchett
Once both ropes were tied, Mamba looked around and spotted what he was looking for. He dragged the other end of his piece of rope to the rear of Basir’s X5, dragging Evelyn’s body with him, and tied the rope to the tow hook. Then he checked out the other vehicles but couldn’t find another hook, so he got Dev, who was driving the other X5 to position his car, so it was back to back with Basir’s with a few metres space between the two.
By this time, a number of Mamba’s men had got out of their cars to see what he was doing.
“I know what yer up ta,” Ahmed said, with a grin.
Mamba took Ahmed’s piece of rope and dragged it to the rear of Dev’s X5. As there was no hook on this car, Mamba opened the boot, threw the end of the rope in and slammed it closed again.
Mamba stepped back and looked at his handywork, Ahmed grinning from ear to ear.
“When I say ‘go’, both of ya drive off a few metres,” Mamba shouted to Dev and Basir and then stepped back a few paces, ready to watch the spectacle.
“Ready?” Mamba shouted, raising an arm.
Dev and Basir revved their engines and watched Mamba.
“Go!” Mamba shouted, pulling his arm down quickly as if he was starting a race.
Both X5’s shot forward, the rope holding each of Evelyn’s arms pulled taut until there was a wrenching sound and one of her arms popped from its socket and tore free from the body, before the arm and the separated body landed on the concrete with a thud and were dragged a couple of metres by the cars before they stopped.
Mamba’s men cheered, but Mamba was disappointed.
“That was shit,” Mamba said.
“Not like ‘The Hitcher’,” Ahmed agreed.
“Shoulda done the body,” Mamba suggested, walking towards the cars and indicating that they should both reverse back to their original positions.
Mamba released the knot on Evelyn’s intact right arm as Ahmed collected his rope from the severed left arm.
Mamba tied his rope tightly across Evelyn’s chest while Ahmed tied his around Evelyn’s knees. Once they were done, they stepped back and admired their handiwork.
“This should be betta,” Mamba suggested.
“Much betta, bro,” Ahmed agreed.
“Slowly this time!” Mamba shouted to Basir and Dev.
As before, Mamba raised his arm then dropped it quickly, shouting ‘go’ as he did so.
The two X5’s moved apart slowly until Evelyn’s body was taut between them. There were pops and snaps as Evelyn’s body was stretched then there was a massive tearing sound and her torso went one way, trailing intestines as it went, and her hips and legs went the other.
Mamba’s men cheered again.
“Betta,” Mamba suggested.
“Much betta, bro,” Ahmed confirmed.
They walked forward and released the ropes before heading back to the Range Rover.
“Let’s go!” Mamba shouted to his men, who hurried back to their vehicles.
Ahmed took one last look at Chrissy before getting into the Range Rover.
72
Day 25 – 09:30
Corsham
Mamba took the lead out of the quad, steering the Range Rover past the bodies and towards the main drive with the other vehicles lining up behind.
“Well, that was fuckin’ diff’rent,” Ahmed said, as the car bounced through a pothole. “How’d ya figure it all out?”
“A few things. The first was summat Ernie said back at that football game. He said I shouldn’t trust anyone – which I don’t anyway – but it was the way he said it made me think,” Mamba replied. “So, I was watchin’ everyone very closely. Then, when we first met Evelyn, I knew I’d seen her afore.”
“Where?”
“At the Rev’s place. When we first went in, I was lookin’ ‘round the hall ‘n I saw ‘em Enforcers at the top of the stairs.”
“I remember,” Ahmed confirmed.
“Well, Evelyn was in the shadows on the West landin’.”
“I didn’t see her,” Ahmed said.
“That’s ‘cos ya never look prop’ly, bro. I only spotted her ’cos she was movin’ along the corridor ‘n outta sight jus’ as I looked.”
“Why was she there?”
“How the fuck should I know? But anyone there musta bin in with the Rev, ‘cept us of course.”
“But what would Evelyn be doin’ fer him?”
“Dunno, but after what Faruk ‘n Ismet found in the Rev’s bedroom, I reckon she might’ve bin the one who got him the young girls. Mebbe that’s why she was upstairs.”
“She coulda bin undercover,” Ahmed suggested.
“Yeah, but it didn’t feel right, so I got Basir to check a few things out.”
“Like what?”
“Like whether ‘em other fucks had bin packed off to Wales. Which they hadn’t. They packed off ta Hell now,” Mamba said, laughing.
“Ya think Ernie was in on it?”
“Nah, I think he suspected what was goin’ on, but that was all.”
“Fuck, man. They was his daughter and…whatever.”
“Can’t choose yer family, bro.”
“Why didn’t ya tell me what was goin’ on. I could’ve helped.”
“Ya was so loved up ‘n followin’ yer cock, ya wouldn’t’ve believed me.”
“’Course I woulda, man. Bro’s afore ‘ho’s, remember?”
Mamba laughed.
“All ya was interested in was the ‘ho’ bit.”
“Mebbe,” Ahmed allowed.
“At least ya got a regular bunk up ‘n got a blowie standin’ up. Wanted to try that one meself!”
“It was great, too.”
“Fuck off!”
“Where we goin’?”
“Some place called Chippenham. It ain’t far.”
“Then what?”
“We’re goin’ back ta London, bro.”
Ahmed smiled and leant back into his seat as the car roared up the drive.
The End
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