12
2014
‘OK … here’s how we do it. Now pay attention, Brian. Pay very close attention …’
The older one was speaking, the one who’d been so indescribably vicious all night.
It was a strange thing, but as recently as one day ago, if you’d asked Brian Kelso which of two desperate criminals you’d expect to be the most unrestrainedly violent – the older one, or the younger one – he’d have opted for the younger one every time.
But of course, the last nine hours had not just changed his views on that – it had changed everything.
‘Are you listening?’ the guttural voice wondered.
Again, the guy sounded as if he was from East Yorkshire. Again, Kelso made a mental note to remember this, so that he at least had something he could tell the police, though both he and Justine needed to survive this ordeal first.
‘Yes, I’m listening,’ he told the throwaway phone they’d supplied him with.
‘Drive out of the north end of town along Welton Road. You know it?’
‘Yes … I know it.’
‘You’ll see a bus stop at the junction with Horncastle Lane. Slow down when you get there, and stop. That’s when you’ll receive further instructions.’
‘OK.’
‘Before
