Page 61 of Tell No One
“What are choices?” Delaney swallowed hard. He didn’t need to fake his anxiety.
“You can fuck him, then deal with him in any way you want. We’ll fly you up to the Scottish Highlands. Take care of everything. Dispose of everything. Two million pounds. Or he can be hunted by a group. You’d have rifles. He’d get a head start, just to make it interesting. And a tracker to make the result inevitable. One million pounds. Or we can do an urban hunt with pistols. But that’s risky. Three million. We need more people involved in a city making sure those who need to stay safe, stay safe.”
Fucking hell!“That discount price?”
Feely laughed. “I did say that, didn’t I? Ten percent reduction, okay?”
“You do this before?”
“The first two options—yes. Not the last, yet. That one needs to be practised first and I’d advise against it.”
“When can this happen?”
“As soon as we find him.”
“And I can still fuck him for one million?”
Feely chuckled. “Why not? You just need to leave him able to run.”
“Other hunters what skill level? Need top competition to make this fun. I can use my own rifle?”Which I’d like to use on you!
“Absolutely. We’d fly all of you up there.”
Damn!Feely hadn’t given anything away about the others and Delaney couldn’t push it or he’d arouse suspicion. “Okay, I’m in.”
“We’ll be in touch.”
The call ended.Shit.Delaney hadn’t seen any details of death hunts when he’d glanced through the material he’d downloaded. He wanted to get Tag and leave London, but first he needed to offload what he had. No way could he tackle this organisation on his own. He ran through the options. All of them were risky. And the risk wasn’t only to him but to whoever he gave the items to. Go to Concorde House in disguise and just hand everything over? If he arranged to meet Henry, Henry might be followed. Or Henry might not come alone.
Would Feely have made that call if he didn’t still trust him as Vadim? Delaney thought not but couldn’t be sure. While Tag was still with him, any offer from Feely telling him he had Tag, would be a trap.
He needed transport. And his hair turning back to white.
His other phone rang as he was heading out of the park. Unknown number.
A brief “Yeh?” not English, not Russian, not anything that could identify him. Hopefully.
“Del Boy,” Barker drawled.
“Try again.” Delaney cut him off.
What the fuck did he want? And why the unknown number?
A moment later, the phone rang again.
“Why the fuck haven’t you come in?” Barker asked.
“Busy.”
“Well, get yourself sorted and come in with what you should have brought in before now.”
“Why don’t I take the diamonds back myself? Save you a trip.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. Saad is ours. There’s leverage to be had from this.”
You idiot, but thank you for that name.“You’re on my list of things to do, after cleaning the toilet.”
“Put us at the top, you wanker!”
