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June 12th 2007 08:54
Chapter 23
As Roscoe and the General made their way through the baggage handling area of the Williamtown airport, Roscoe was stopped by three men standing in front of him. One a short, but thickset Asian (who looked familiar) and the other two, young and burly. “Shit cops”, thought Roscoe. He was trapped with nowhere to go. These guys were good. They had him boxed. He could fight his way out and with the General’s help get the hell out of here but he knew better than to fight cops.
The Asian man pulled out a piece of paper and announced, “Roscoe Tanner, I am arresting you for murder.”
Roscoe felt his shoulders stoop, “murder, who, which one?” He had been at the scene of many battles lately, killing several, no … more than several men. Not officially sanctioned by any government authority, even though he was doing them a favour, taking scum off the streets. He looked at the three men in his path and something told him this was perhaps not very official either. The General was scrutinising the men as well and had taken photos with his mobile phone. Soon the pictures would be on the desks of his friends and then he would know for sure what they were up against now. Meanwhile Roscoe was being handcuffed by the two goons, with the short Asian man.
“Which station are you taking him to?” asked the General.
“Swansea” replied the man, “I’m Alby Woo, Newcastle detectives. This is about the murder at sea of three men in a motor cruiser. You must remember Karen Philip’s husband?”
The General was rolling a cigarette which he stuck in Roscoe’s mouth and lit.
“Yes, said the General turning to Alby woo, I heard about it and I also know that the man responsible is behind bars.”
“Ah, the man responsible but not his minion. Now we have this one,” he nodded toward Roscoe, “he was the first into the cabin and had the blood on his hands. He is guilty, he is the mass murderer.”
The General went to a nearby telephone booth and dialled a number and then requested a reverse charge call to his contact in the informal club of past leaders of soldiers he belonged to. Most were now powerful men in their regions and all could bring some influence to bear outside their own countries, particularly in law enforcement and counter espionage. He needed to get quick help for Roscoe!
As Roscoe and the General made their way through the baggage handling area of the Williamtown airport, Roscoe was stopped by three men standing in front of him. One a short, but thickset Asian (who looked familiar) and the other two, young and burly. “Shit cops”, thought Roscoe. He was trapped with nowhere to go. These guys were good. They had him boxed. He could fight his way out and with the General’s help get the hell out of here but he knew better than to fight cops.
The Asian man pulled out a piece of paper and announced, “Roscoe Tanner, I am arresting you for murder.”
Roscoe felt his shoulders stoop, “murder, who, which one?” He had been at the scene of many battles lately, killing several, no … more than several men. Not officially sanctioned by any government authority, even though he was doing them a favour, taking scum off the streets. He looked at the three men in his path and something told him this was perhaps not very official either. The General was scrutinising the men as well and had taken photos with his mobile phone. Soon the pictures would be on the desks of his friends and then he would know for sure what they were up against now. Meanwhile Roscoe was being handcuffed by the two goons, with the short Asian man.
“Which station are you taking him to?” asked the General.
“Swansea” replied the man, “I’m Alby Woo, Newcastle detectives. This is about the murder at sea of three men in a motor cruiser. You must remember Karen Philip’s husband?”
The General was rolling a cigarette which he stuck in Roscoe’s mouth and lit.
“Yes, said the General turning to Alby woo, I heard about it and I also know that the man responsible is behind bars.”
“Ah, the man responsible but not his minion. Now we have this one,” he nodded toward Roscoe, “he was the first into the cabin and had the blood on his hands. He is guilty, he is the mass murderer.”
The General went to a nearby telephone booth and dialled a number and then requested a reverse charge call to his contact in the informal club of past leaders of soldiers he belonged to. Most were now powerful men in their regions and all could bring some influence to bear outside their own countries, particularly in law enforcement and counter espionage. He needed to get quick help for Roscoe!
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