Chapter 15
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A trio of black BMW 5 Series saloons cruised nose to tail through the streets of Manchester.
“Isn’t this overkill?” Freddie asked, wedged in the passenger seat of the lead car. He picked at a white dressing over his recently reset nose. “It’s only one guy.”
Rudenko snorted from the back. “The same one guy who busted you up without taking his coat off."
“Caught me by surprise, that’s all."
“Yeah, sure,” Tony, the driver said, his face illuminated by a neon-blue dash.
Freddie glared at the Tony.
Tony shut up fast.
“You didn't know him in the wild old days,” Rudenko said. “There’s a reason I hire him.”
“Ah, he’s all reputation,” Frogger said, sitting to the right of Rudenko in the back seat. A thick bandage wrapped around his left hand.
“Why don’t we just do a drive-by?” Tony said. “Find the arsehole and put a bullet in him. The same for the kid.”
“Because a bullet’s too good," Rudenko said, squeezing the handle of the baseball bat in his lap.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” said Frogger, just as his phone lit up with a jaunty tune in his jacket pocket. He took the call.
“Okay. Got it.” Frogger said, coming off the phone. “The word is, he’s in China Town.”
“Which part?” Rudenko asked.
“Dunno, but that’s the word.”
Rudenko leaned forward in his seat. “China Town, Tony."
Tony indicated left and pulled a sharp u-turn. As the lead BMW span onto the opposite side of the road, the other two cars followed. Supercharged engines accelerating as one.
Inside the lead car, Freddie slipped a pair of brass knuckle dusters on each ogre-like hand. He laughed to himself. “I’m really gonna enjoy this.”
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