Reid
By following officer Fuck Face for the last few days, I’ve managed to find out where he lives, who he fucks behind his wife’s back, and how much he drinks whilst on the job each day. I have photographic evidence of him drinking in uniform, but it’s small fry compared to what he did to me. Knowing my luck, he’ll just get a slap on the wrist, and it’ll be all thrown under the carpet. I need something on him—something that the authorities won’t be able to ignore.
Downing my second cup of coffee for the evening, I sit in my car with my camera at the ready as I watch Fuck Face get out of his own car and walk towards an empty industrial estate in Estepona. It’s night time, so there’s no one here. Whoever he’s meeting must be dodgy for it to be in such a covert place.
As I watch his obese frame disappear round one of the warehouses, I swiftly cut off the engine along with the song “Ride” by Twenty One Pilots. I get out, discarding my coffee cup and poising my camera. I light my phone up and get it ready to record if necessary.
This fucker should never have played with me.
Looking around, I make sure no one’s watching when I sneak up to the warehouse he disappeared round. I need to be careful, so I creep as silently as possible as I near the corner.
“You better get me that fucking date, Africa, or else I’ll send you back where you came from. This is a big hit for me. It could get me the promotion I’ve been after all these years.”
I’m about to take a peek around the corner when I hear his voice responding. “I’m telling you it’s not that simple. I have to get them to trust me more with the information.”
My blood runs cold. It can’t be.
I turn the corner, and the person I hoped I wouldn’t see talking with Officer Fuck Face is in fact standing there, looking dejected.
Fuck.
“You get me that date, and I won’t send you back to where you belong. Got it?”
“Yes, boss,” I hear Akilah answer.
Shit. I need to move.
Like lightening, I run quickly and as quietly back to my car and slouch down, so neither Fuck Face nor Akilah can see me. Another two minutes go by, and I wonder what the hell is going on when Fuck Face rounds the corner and quickly gets back to his car. Akilah soon emerges, and I immediately have this urge to get out and approach him—ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s playing at—but I hold firm. I will deal with him upon my return.
Once Akilah’s also out of sight, I start my car and pull away. I have one of my part-timers, Benji, holding the fort at the moment, but I don’t trust him enough to leave him completely on his own for more than an hour or so. I thought I could trust Akilah.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling into the bar’s car park and park in my usual VIP spot. I can’t see Akilah’s car yet, but I know he can’t be too far behind.
As I get out of the car, I feel the pressure in the air. I look above me and see clouds gathering. A storm is coming. I hear music booming from inside, which leads me to believe it’s busy already. I can hear the song, and for a moment, it makes me smile. It’s “Disturbia” by Rihanna. Quite an apt song for me at the moment.
I make my way in and see Benji running up and down the aisles trying to deal with all the customers. I quickly rush behind the bar, and that’s when he spots me. “Hey, boss. Glad you’re here.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” I frown, feeling a little miffed by what I’ve found.
“I was handling it. I swear to you it’s only just gotten real busy these last ten minutes.”
I don’t say anything more. Instead, I get to work taking orders and making people drinks. Another ten minutes later, Akilah walks in looking like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
That makes two of us.
As he catches my eye, I give him a look to say I’m not happy about something. Firstly, though, we need to deal with this crowd.
Without saying a word, Akilah soon joins us, and pretty soon, the crowd which had gathered at the bar to wait for drinks has dissipated. Once there are only a couple of people left, I call to Benji. He looks over. “Take over for five minutes, please.” He nods, so I turn to Akilah. “A word. Now.”
Akilah follows me out back, and once I know we’re out of earshot by the stairs, I turn around. “Why are you meeting with Fuck Face?”
He frowns. “What?”
“Lopez!” I growl.
His eyes widen, making my anger levels rise. “He knows I’m working here illegally. He said he’ll send me back to Congo unless I give him information.”
“Information on what? It better not be me.”
“No, brother!” Akilah protests. “I would never do that to you. Besides, since he stole your money, he says he got what he wanted from you.” I growl, making him pause a moment. “Sometimes, when I meet with my friends for drugs, they tell me things. Things regarding big shipments of drugs coming in, prostitution rings, and other things of that nature. I’m not a snitch, but I also refuse to go back to Africa. The gang that killed my family will know the minute I step onto African soil. I’ll be a dead man before I can even take my first step.”
I nod, understanding what he means, but I’m still angry. “Why didn’t you come to me with this?”
“Because you had your own problems. I thought I could handle it.”
Shifting from one foot to the other, I sigh. “I overheard him say he wanted a date.”
He nods. “Yes. I know they regularly come in with drugs, but the next occasion’s going to be a big shipment. A catch like that would mean—”
“Promotion for Fuck Face,” I say, interrupting him.
“Exactly.”
I shake my head, trying to think. “I need to find a way to keep that from happening. I can’t have him steal my money and then get a promotion. Fucking twat.” My head burns and throbs with just the idea of it. The man’s cost me years of hard work. I’m certainly not about to see him get a step up the ladder. That would be like the proverbial icing on the fucking monstrous cake.
Then, an idea hits me. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. It’s perfect. “Next time you meet him, tell him a date. Any date as long as it’s after a Wednesday. In the meantime, get in touch with your contact. I’d like to place an order.”
Akilah’s eyebrows rise. “What are you up to, brother?”
I smirk back. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”