Serial Story: English Breakfast, Part 9
This story is presented weekly in draft format.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |
English Breakfast, Part 9
Patrick stood at the front of a dark SUV with Kane, trying to ignore the river stench that blew his way each time the breeze blew across the water. The bridge was quiet this early in the morning, though traffic sounds and the occasional horn could still be heard from the city proper. Nothing was ever completely still in the city.
He checked his watch and looked around. The kidnappers were late, but that was to be expected. It was an obvious power play, and he figured it would be another ten minutes before they showed.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Kane, along with his keys and wallet.
“You know as well as I do that they could just shoot me right away. If that happens, Karen gets everything, okay?”
Kane’s brow crinkled, but he took the items. “You’re wearing your vest, right? And you know our sniper is in place to provide cover...”
Patrick tapped his chest. “Sure, but a head shot would make more sense if they just wanted to get rid of me, right?”
Kane dipped his head in acknowledgement and tucked the items in his jacket pocket. A set of headlights crossed the bridge and turned onto the gravel road where they waited, but didn’t stop. Ten minutes later, another car approached, but didn’t stop.
Looking at his watch, Kane rubbed his head and sighed.
“They aren’t coming - we’ve been suckered.” He held a finger to his earpiece, triggering the mic to speak with his team.
“The meet is a bust. Get back to the office ASAP and report.”
Patrick got in the vehicle with Kane, who threw the car into drive and peeled out, flipping the switch to turn on the flashing yellow security lights on top. It was evident when they got closer to home base why they’d been lured away.
Kane Security headquarters was on fire. Tall orange flames reached high and popped, the whole building engulfed in flames.
Patrick and Kane got out and Kane grabbed a nearby firefighter to get more information. Patrick moved as close as he could, staring at what looked to be a total loss.
A firefighter in full gear came trudging out of the smoke, bumping Patrick’s arm hard as he slid past. Frowning, Patrick turned to the side, expecting someone else standing close to explain the proximity, but he was the only one in the immediate area. Patting down his pockets, he remembered giving his phone to Kane.
The phone with the pictures from the usb drive on it.
Kane was still talking to the firefighter, and Patrick walked over, careful to appear calm.
“Still got my phone?” he asked quietly. Kane nodded, handing over his items without missing a beat.
A missed call from an unknown number blinked at him, and he tapped the screen to listen to the message, but it was quiet. He was just about to erase it when Karen’s voice whispered in his ear.
“Trace me.”
The call disconnected abruptly and he turned back to Kane, tapping the man on the shoulder.
“We need a phone trace, right now.” Several other law enforcement officials had gathered, along with more of their own team. It didn’t seem prudent to explain in a crowd, not knowing who was listening.
Kane met his stare, held it for a moment and then nodded. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and tossed them to Patrick.
“We’ll meet you there when we can. Watch your back.”
Patrick jogged down the block and got in his own car, pulling away from the curb slowly to avoid suspicion. The backup location wasn’t far, and would have all the equipment he needed. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.Enjoy
this post? Support your author:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |
English Breakfast, Part 9
Patrick stood at the front of a dark SUV with Kane, trying to ignore the river stench that blew his way each time the breeze blew across the water. The bridge was quiet this early in the morning, though traffic sounds and the occasional horn could still be heard from the city proper. Nothing was ever completely still in the city.
He checked his watch and looked around. The kidnappers were late, but that was to be expected. It was an obvious power play, and he figured it would be another ten minutes before they showed.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Kane, along with his keys and wallet.
“You know as well as I do that they could just shoot me right away. If that happens, Karen gets everything, okay?”
Kane’s brow crinkled, but he took the items. “You’re wearing your vest, right? And you know our sniper is in place to provide cover...”
Patrick tapped his chest. “Sure, but a head shot would make more sense if they just wanted to get rid of me, right?”
Kane dipped his head in acknowledgement and tucked the items in his jacket pocket. A set of headlights crossed the bridge and turned onto the gravel road where they waited, but didn’t stop. Ten minutes later, another car approached, but didn’t stop.
Looking at his watch, Kane rubbed his head and sighed.
“They aren’t coming - we’ve been suckered.” He held a finger to his earpiece, triggering the mic to speak with his team.
“The meet is a bust. Get back to the office ASAP and report.”
Patrick got in the vehicle with Kane, who threw the car into drive and peeled out, flipping the switch to turn on the flashing yellow security lights on top. It was evident when they got closer to home base why they’d been lured away.
Kane Security headquarters was on fire. Tall orange flames reached high and popped, the whole building engulfed in flames.
Patrick and Kane got out and Kane grabbed a nearby firefighter to get more information. Patrick moved as close as he could, staring at what looked to be a total loss.
A firefighter in full gear came trudging out of the smoke, bumping Patrick’s arm hard as he slid past. Frowning, Patrick turned to the side, expecting someone else standing close to explain the proximity, but he was the only one in the immediate area. Patting down his pockets, he remembered giving his phone to Kane.
The phone with the pictures from the usb drive on it.
Kane was still talking to the firefighter, and Patrick walked over, careful to appear calm.
“Still got my phone?” he asked quietly. Kane nodded, handing over his items without missing a beat.
A missed call from an unknown number blinked at him, and he tapped the screen to listen to the message, but it was quiet. He was just about to erase it when Karen’s voice whispered in his ear.
“Trace me.”
The call disconnected abruptly and he turned back to Kane, tapping the man on the shoulder.
“We need a phone trace, right now.” Several other law enforcement officials had gathered, along with more of their own team. It didn’t seem prudent to explain in a crowd, not knowing who was listening.
Kane met his stare, held it for a moment and then nodded. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and tossed them to Patrick.
“We’ll meet you there when we can. Watch your back.”
Patrick jogged down the block and got in his own car, pulling away from the curb slowly to avoid suspicion. The backup location wasn’t far, and would have all the equipment he needed. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.Enjoy
this post? Support your author:
Romantic Suspense
| Erotic Romance | Contemporary Romance |
Horror | Flash Fiction | Non-Fiction
**Please
note - If this is your first time posting, your comment
will be moderated. Once you have been approved, future comments will post automatically.
No comments have been added yet.
