One Last Job With Vengeance
Copyright© 2015 by Daniel James
Chapter 5
Hoping that Rob still had the same one, Terry dials the number.
"Speak" the deep raspy voice commanded
"Rob its Tel, long time no speak"
"Hello matey, bloody hell must be five years. What can I do you for?" Rob smiles cheerily
"Got some work coming up and need a space filled, you interested?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?"
"No details over the phone. Will explain when we meet"
"Time and place?"
"Nice, Sunday 7pm Curzon Club don't be late"
Hanging up Terry deletes the call history, scrolls through to find the number for Nan Doll, and presses dial.
Nan Doll was the number for Dan, all the crew were under their nans names. They all had untraceable pay as you go phones for work and were not registered, but it only takes one phone to be taken as evidence to give the cops a log as long as your arm of members. Therefore, a number stating Nan had a good chance of being over looked.
"Dan, Robs gonna take the position" Terry states with a matter of fact tone
"I will get some background info on him too and let you know"
"Cheers see you Sunday"
A few phone calls and more than a few pints later, Terry had compiled quite a dossier on Rob.
No way was he going to have his balls chopped because he brought someone in without doing the homework first.
The last bloke that was found to be, let's say, a little more light fingered with the payday than was allowed, saw him come face to face with Dan's helpers. Nothing concrete ever came out about what happened, but the word on the street was not one that Terry would relish in having done to him.
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