One Last Job With Vengeance
Copyright© 2015 by Daniel James
Chapter 9
As the sun rises to greet another day, his eyelids feel like they have been glued shut.
Surely it's not morning already he thought as an unconscious groan leaves Dan's mouth. The same as most mornings, it seems like all he did was blink and the night was gone and felt like no sleep came.
Gagging for a coffee and willing the little 12v kettle would hurry up, the mobile phone on charge kicks into life.
"What's up?" Dan asks.
"I have the plans you wanted" Ray informs
"Fantastic, where are you?"
"You don't want to know"
"Alright, I need them now, where can I meet you?
"Be at the petrol garage opposite the cemetery on the A13 in thirty minutes".
"Give me an hour I need coffee, Oh and Saim's joined"
"He didn't take much convincing then. See you soon"
Within the hour, Dan turns into the garage. Driving up to Ray and parking the car in the opposite direction, He places the two driver's doors side by side making it easier to pass things between.
Ray passes Dan a coffee.
"Cheers mucka, still not had enough caffeine yet"
"No worries, if you knew what I had to suffer to get these. I'm sure my cut should be higher"
"Nobody said crime was a clean job" Dan smirks "Right what you got?"
"Street Plan for each town from Stratford to Barking along with plans for every man-hole and sewer pipe under the towns."
"Excellent, now it's my turn to retreat for a few days and ponder over these. I need to work out the most viable and worthwhile bank".
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