Think Fast, Jay Edwards!
“Hey,” Yvonne
Williamson said as she brought two mugs of coffee into the room, and put one
down next to her husband as he sat at the table, “what are you looking at?”
“Work,” Mark
said as he turned over a page, and nodded.
“Work work or
WORK WORK?”
“The latter,”
Mark said as he picked up his mug and took a drink. “A very lucrative piece of work as well, if
we can complete it.”
“Oh, and who
are you thinking of?”
“Sir Mark
Hewton.”
Yvonne let
out a low whistle. “Very lucrative
indeed – will Mrs McPhee be needed?”
“Not for this
one – his kids have all grown up and left home.” Mark showed Yvonne a picture of a grey haired
man with a younger woman with light brown hair, cut short and with a hint of
grey in her temples.
“Sir Mark and
Lady Emma Hewton – she’s ten years younger, but that’s not an issue in their
relationship. Married twenty five years
– four kids, youngest just turned nineteen.”
“Well, no
need for my help then,” Yvonne said as she sat next to him. “So where are the kids?”
“The boys are
twenty four and twenty two – the oldest is married with two kids, a two year
old boy and a baby girl. The other lad
is engaged, and they both work with their father – so no issues there. The oldest girl graduates this year, and the
youngest is in the first year.”
“All Oxford?”
“Oh yes – brains
and money,” Mark said with a smile.
“Anyway, Sir Mark is away on business, so Lady Emma is alone in the
house with the maid – until Saturday night.”
“So let me
guess – you visit Saturday afternoon, entertain the wife and maid, and then ask
him to transfer some funds that night?”
“That’s right
– easy and simple, no problems whatsoever.”
“Don’t say
that Mark.”
“Why not?”
“Because you
know what happens when you say that...”
Saturday
lunchtime, especially just after Christmas, meant the car park at the out of
town mall was packed – so nobody noticed the three men in overalls as they
walked to the non-descript grey van and got in the back.
“Afternoon
Gentlemen,” Jay Edwards said as the last of them closed the door, “my thanks
for joining me today.”
“Always a
pleasure Jay,” one of them said as he pulled the rim of his hat down, making
sure the balaclava covered his face, “will Mrs McPhee join us today?”
“I don’t
think so, no – no kiddies today, so no need.
We have two women to keep company until later, and I presume that will
not cause a problem? There’s also a safe
to empty if you wish to keep occupied.”
“Nice – so
when do we head off?”
“Right now,”
Jay said as he went to the front of the van, pulling the divider across as he
removed his balaclava, and set off.
As he
approached the entrance to the Hewton house, Mark looked up the driveway and
frowned. The car he knew Emma Hewton
drove as there, but there was also a larger car, one he did not recognise.
“Are we here
Jay,” he heard one of his associates say behind him.
“Yes, but I
need to make sure the coast is clear,” he said as he pulled the van up a small
lane at the side of the house, making sure it was far enough away from the road
to be seen.
“Oh? What’s wrong?”
“I’m not
sure,” Jay said as he stopped the van, opened the glove compartment and took
out a set of binoculars, “I don’t think it’s a major issue, but you three stay
in there for a few minutes. I won’t be
long.”
Getting out
of the van, Mark pulled himself up a tree that stood outside the wall that
surrounded the house, and then climbed as high as he could. From the vantage point, he could see into the
rear of the house, and as he looked through his binoculars he got the shock of his
life.
He could see
through the windows on the ground floor, and there were two men, dressed in
boiler suits and wearing balaclavas, emptying the contents of the wall safe
into a canvas bag,
“Well, that’s
a first,” he said to himself, “and unfortunate.
I wonder where the people who should be in the house are?” He looked through the other windows, but there
was no sign of them.
“Probably
secured in a room at the front,” he said to himself as he looked through the
lower window again, and saw a third masked man talking to the other two. All three disappeared, and then two minutes
later he saw the third man in an upstairs window.
The masked
man looked round, and then pulled his mask off, wiping his brow before he
pulled the mask back on again, but that was enough for Mark to recognise him.
“Well, that’s
interesting,” he said to himself, “Donald Turner.”
The Turner
family were on one of his files – Donald worked for a local bank as a senior
clerk, with access to the vaults and the accounts. Married, two girls aged 9 and 11, he had been
on the possible visit list for a while.
Mark sat for
a moment – part of him said to put Lady Hewton and her maid through another
robbery on the same day was wrong, but also he had planned this for too long –
and the potential gains were too big to ignore.
He then heard
the front door open and close, and climbed back down.
“Well Jay,”
the associate said as he got back in.
“Apologies
for the wait, gentlemen,” he said as he started the van, “but we are good to go
now. Get ready.”
Jay drove to
the end of the lane, back round and into the tree lined driveway, the car
having left, and parked as he pulled the balaclava down, and got out, the three
men walking with him as he opened the front door.
“I think the
lady of the house and the maid won’t give us any trouble,” he said as he opened
the door to the main room – and then stopped for a moment.
Lady Hewton
was there, as well as the maid and a young woman, no older than nineteen or
twenty – but all three were tied at the ankles, legs and wrists, with rope
around their stomachs as well, and gagged with strips of tape.
The really
surprising thing was the young girl behind Lady Hewton, looking at Jay as she
stopped trying to untie the ropes, and the other young girl holding the
telephone.
Jay looked
round the room, and then at the girl holding the telephone before he said “Put
the phone down, lass. You know I’m not
going to hurt you or your friend, but you need to do as I say.”
“Hello - it’s
you, isn’t it,” the girl said as she replaced the handset,
“It is,” the
other girl said as she stood behind Lady Hewton, “but if you’re here...”
As they
spoke, Jay’s mind was working overtime.
He had expected there to only be Lady Hewton and her maid – but there
were three more, and to make matters worse, the two girls not only should not
be there at all, never mind the fact they were amongst the last people he
needed to see.
“Indeed,” he
eventually said, “but what are you two lassies doing here?”
He looked at
Lady Hewton, who had not taken her eyes off him as she said “Whrruu?”
“My
apologies, Lady Hewton,” Jay said as he smiled, “if you will bear with me for a
few minutes?”
As he
listened to the girl talking about both of them walking through the park, and
then being forced at gunpoint into a car, before they were made to knock on the
front door and get a gang of armed robbers into the house, Jay had to fight one
other thought down.
Why did he
keep running into friends of his family – especially those he had sworn to
leave alone?
When she had
finished talking, Jay looked at the other masked men with him. “Will you please keep an eye on Lady Hewton
and the other two women – I think we need to talk to these two girls a little
more. Lady Hewton, please accept my
apologies – I will be back shortly and will introduce myself then.”
Walking to
the door, he motioned to the two girls to follow him, and walked into the
dining room, pulling two chairs out and motioning to them to sit down.
“Patty Pickering and Rachel Rigg,” he said
after he closed the door, “what is it about you that means we keep running into
each other.”
“I don’t know
Mister Edwards,” Rachel said, “but I feel a lot safer with you than the other
two men.”
“So do I,”
Patty said, “but our mums may be getting worried about us, and those men took
our mobile phones.”
“Well, I
can’t let you call them from here – one of my men has disconnected the phone by
now,” he said in an apologetic tone, “and I’m afraid you’re both going to have
to stay here as well. I know when we
visited with Jenny Craig, I hoped that was the last time, but – well, here we
are.”
“Jenny – Mr
Edwards, I need to ask a favour.”
“Oh, what?”
“I heard the
men who brought us here say they were going to rob the Craigs later tonight – I
was going to warn them and the police when you came in, but now... Mister Edwards, can you get a warning to the
police? I don’t want them to go through
this.”
Looking at
Patty, Jay could see she was genuinely worried about what she had just
said. “How did you hear this?”
“They only
tied our wrists and ankles at first – I got free, sneaked out and heard
them. Please – can you do something?”
Jay sat back,
an idea starting to form in his mind. He
knew exactly who it was who was going to rob the Craigs - well, who their
leader was anyway. More to the point, he
had sworn to Brian and Sarah he would not target them again – perhaps... Perhaps there was something he could do on
this occasion. But it had to be done in
a way that preserved his reputation...
“Amateurs,”
he eventually said as he shook his head.
“Look, I can’t promise anything, Patty, Rachel...”
“Well, will
you do something else for us?”
“What’s
that?”
“If you
really can’t warn them, at least make sure we can’t move – I really want to be
unable to move if we have to stay here.”
“Me too,”
Rachel said, “I missed it too, and I presume the three women here are going to
be treated the same way anyway.”
“All right,”
Jay said as he made them walk back into the room. “Sit down, and keep quiet,” he said as we
went in, seeing the three older women still sitting on the floor, “I need to
call for some additional help.”
Closing the
door, Jay walked back into the dining room and took a mobile phone out.
“Yvonne? It’s me – can you get ahold of that
babysitter the Craigs use – April, I think her name is – and get her to come
and watch the kids for the night? Call
me back if you can.”
He ended the
call, and then looked round the room until he felt the phone vibrate in his
hand.
“Hi, can she
do it?
“Great – I
need to meet you at the lock-up in,” he said as he looked at his watch, “ninety
minutes. I am really going to need your
help.
“Yeah, you
might say that – I’ll see you in an hour and a half.”
Ending the
call, he took a deep breath and walked back into the front room.
“I’m really
sorry about that – I need some very special help for these two young
ladies. Lady Hewton, allow me to
introduce myself – my name is Jay Edwards, and these are some of my
associates. I must ask you to remain
calm, and not to do anything to raise the alarm. If you and the other ladies agree to keep
quiet, we can remove those gags and have a little chat. Do I have your agreement?”
“I’ve heard of you,” Lady Hewton said once the
tape was removed, “and your reputation.
Why are you here?”
“Well, to be
honest, we wish your husband to make a rather large withdrawal when he gets
back – which is when?”
“He should
return at seven tonight.”
“Good – now,
I am aware of who you are, and you must be Agatha, the maid, but you,” he said
as he looked at the third woman, “are a surprise. Why is your daughter-in-law here, Your
Ladyship?”
“I called to
visit,” the younger woman said, “My husband is coming home with Mark, and we were
going to pick up my children from my mother later.”
“Hmm – then
we need to do something first,” Jay said as he looked at her, “where is your
mobile phone?”
“In my
handbag – over there,” she said as she looked over the room, “why?”
“Show me the
number on your contacts,” Jay said as he fetched it, “then tell her you and
your husband have been invited to dinner by Lord and Lady Hewton. Can your mother watch the children tonight,
and you will collect them tomorrow?”
“Good,” Jay said after she had made the call,
“now that is settled, I need to tell you we will be staying until your husband
comes home, and I regret to say you will need to remain bound until they return
– but we will turn the television on, and make sure you are entertained. I also have to say, with regret, we really
need to make sure you cannot move. First
however, allow us to help you Emma, you Agatha, and you Samantha, to sit on
that very comfortable looking couch.”
Rachel and I
watched as the two masked men helped them to sit down, while Jay opened a
bag. “These two ladies have already
proved themselves to be escape artists,” he said with a smile, “so I need to
make sure they cannot raise the alarm on their own. Girls, hold your hands out.”
Jay handed
them two sponges east, and began to bind their hands and upper bodies as he
talked with the other three women, at the same time as his associates were
securing their arms with ropes above and below their chests. He did the same to Patty and Rachel, before
making sure they were kept really quiet, Patty lying on a smaller couch, Rachel
in a chair.
“Now then,”
Jay said as the other three women were just as tightly gagged, “allow me to put
the television on – and we will make sure you are given drinks and toilet
breaks if needed. Just grunt three times
and nod if you need to go. Gentlemen – a
word please.”
As the other
three men came over, Jay whispered “I have contacted Mrs McPhee, but I need to
go and collect her. Make sure they stay
there, but allow them a toilet break if they need it – escorted, of course.”
He then
looked at the five hostages before saying “forgive me, Ladies, Girls – I need
to make a little trip, and will return shortly.”
“You have got
to be kidding me,” Yvonne said as she sat next to Jay in the van, wearing a
blue boiler suit and adjusting the black leather gloves on her hands, “Patty
and Rachel?”
“Not joking,”
Mark said as he watched his wife take out her mobile phone, “what are you
doing?”
“Making sure
my battery is good, just in case – there’s no way we can warm their mothers, is
there?”
“Not this
time – but I need to do something to stop the Craigs being robbed.”
“So what are
you going to do?”
“The only
thing I can do,” Mark said as they stopped outside the Hewton house, “stop
their leader.”
Taking out
the mobile phone he used for contacts, he sent a text, and then said “Ready?”
“Oh this is
going to be good,” Yvonne said as she pulled the balaclava over her head, and
then walked into the house with him, smiling as they went into the front room.
“Good afternoon
Gentlemen,” Mrs McPhee said, “I was told I may be needed?”
“Good
afternoon Mrs McPhee,” one of Jay’s men said as he looked over, and the two
girls squirmed round, “Jay got in touch with you then?”
“Ay, he
did. Hello again girls – we have got to
stop meeting like this.”
“Hllmssmcff,”
one of them said as Lady Hewton looked at Jay.
“Mrs McPhee
is one of my closest associates, and very very good with children,” Jay said,
“any problems?”
“None.”
“Good –
gentlemen, I fear there may not be much left, but do look around the
house. In the meantime, perhaps one of
you could make some tea?”
The three
masked men left the room, as Jay sat and looked at Lady Hewton.
“Emma, I do
regret the fact your daughter in law is here, but I hope you understand that
this is necessary. Once your husband
returns home, and we have conducted the business we have with him, you will be
left alone, I promise you.”
“Ndthgrls?”
“Ah yes – I
have met both of them before, and I suspect Mrs McPhee is known to both of them
as well by reputation, even though she has only met one of them. As you can see, however, they are happy she
is here to watch them.”
One of the
masked men came in and whispered “Got a minute Jay? Something you need to see” into his ear.
“Will you
excuse me a minute,” Jay said as he walked out.
“The gang
that was here before – one of them left this behind,” the man said as he handed
Jay a handkerchief. “We found it in the
open safe.”
“Ah – allow
me to keep that,” Jay said as he put it carefully into his pocket. “Phones and security?”
“Phone lines
were cut anyway, but we took care of everything else.”
“Good – keep
an eye out,” Jay said as he walked back in, to see Patty settling on the couch,
now with silver tape around her head and a scarf covering her hair.
“Problem?”
“No, all
taken care of – she just wanted a wee chat,” Mrs McPhee said as Jay looked at
his watch.
“Now, Mrs
McPhee and I need to go out for a short while, but we will be back before your
husband’s return. Gentlemen, put on a
musical for them to sing along to.”
“Sngglnggtt,”
Samantha said as she looked at them.
“Oh yes –
these two young ladies will show you how.
May I suggest The Sound of Music?”
Patty sat
herself up on the two seater couch, Rachel jumping over and sitting next to
her, as the DVD player was started. As Julie
Andrews started running up the mountain, they both started to sing.
“Thhlslrrlffwfssnffmsscc,
Thlslrlffwfsndffflff,”
Lady Hewton
and the other two women started laughing with us, as we all sang along, not noticing
as Jay and Mrs McPhee slipped out of the room.
“Right –
stage 2,” Mark said as he and Yvonne set off in the van.
“This is
sheer bloody madness you know – why couldn’t we call on Sarah and Brian to
help? They would have done so in a
flash.”
“Sarah’s
still recovering from the incident – no, this is the only way. If we pull this off right, hopefully the rest
of the gang will hold off.”
The retail
park was still busy as the van pulled up, and three more men got in, wearing
boiler suits and gloves.
“Mrs McPhee,”
one of them said as they got in, “Jay.
What have you got for us?”
“We’ve asked
you three to come today,” Jay said, “because Mrs McPhee and I have to move
between houses today – I can’t explain why, but bonuses will be paid.
“The target
is Donald Turner, Senior Clerk at Bodger’s Bank in town. He has a wife Clara, and two girls. Molly is eleven, and Sheila nine. I have reason to believe they are all at home
at the moment, so the intention is we take them all hostage, keep them that way
for a while under your supervision while we take care of other business, and
then we force Donald to transfer funds.
“I know it is
asking a lot for you to watch them on your own, but I think they will
cooperate. Will you work that way with
us?”
The three men
looked at each other, and nodded as Mrs McPhee said “thank you boys – let’s do
this.”
The
non-descript semi sat at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, and as the van pulled
into the driveway Jay looked up and down the street.
“Right – in
through the garage door, no fuss, quick, simple. Got everything?”
Mrs McPhee
and the men nodded as they got out of the van and walked into the garage. Counting to three, he opened the door to the
kitchen and walked in.
Clara Turner
was standing at the sink, washing the last plate when she heard the door open
and turn round, the five masked and armed people taking her by surprise. She was wearing a blue petticoat dress that
came to her knees over a brown jumper, dark tights and black ankle boots.
Jay walked quickly
over, looked into her eyes and said “don’t scream, just very quietly, tell me
where your husband and daughters are.”
“Frrrrr Front
room and upstairs,” she said as she looked around the kitchen.
“Thank you –
Mrs McPhee, take two of the associates upstairs and tell young Molly and Sheila
what is going to happen. You, come with
me and Clara while I have a word with her husband.”
Clara offered
no resistance as she was taken by the arm and led into the hallway. As three of the masked intruders went upstairs,
Jay opened the door to the front room and took Clara in.
Donald Turner
was sitting in a chair, wearing a shirt and trousers, but Jay recognised him as
he looked up and said “What the...”
“Hello
Donald, my name is Jay Edwards. Now,
stay calm, and you and your family will only have an interesting night...”
“You’re bank
robbers?”
“That’s
right,” Mrs McPhee said as she looked at the two young girls sitting on the
bed, “and tonight, my friend Jay is going to ask your daddy to do something at
his bank. Now, in order to make sure he
does that, we’re going to be staying with both of you and mummy for a little
while.”
Molly and
Sheila nodded as they nervously swung their legs to and fro. Molly was wearing a blue t-shirt with the
SHIELD logo on it over a long sleeved black top, jeans and short black felt
boots, while Sheila was wearing a green t-shirt, pink leggings and brown
leather boots.
“Now, the bad
news is that we need to make sure that you, mummy and daddy stay where we can
keep an eye on you, so we need to use some rope to stop you moving around, and
some special tape to stop you talking.
Here – feel it.”
She took a
length of rope and a roll of white micropore tape from a bag and gave it to the
two girls to hold.
“The good
news is, at least for a few hours, you will all be together, and I’ll sit with
you while you watch some of your favourite programs. Then you can eat some dinner, and go to bed –
but I promise you, if you do what we ask, you have no need to be afraid, all
right?”
“And you
promise it won’t hurt?”
“Well, it may
be a little stiff because you can’t move your arms and legs, but that’s
all. So, will you do this for me?”
The girls
nodded as Mrs McPhee smiled at them.
“Good – then put your hands out in front of you, as if you are praying
at church.”
“Let me get
this straight,” Donald said as he felt the rope holding his arms to his sides,
“one of your men will take me to the bank later, and force me to make a large
withdrawal?”
“In return
for which, your wife and daughters only spend the night here, bound and
gagged,” Jay said as he put his hand on Clara’s shoulder. She had her wrists bound behind her back, and
ropes around her upper body above and below her chest, as well as around her
ankles and legs below her knees, while a large strip of white tape kept a
sponge ball in her mouth.
As they both
looked to the door, they saw Molly and Sheila
come in with Mrs McPhee. They
both had their wrists tied together in front, and ropes around their arms and
chests, with strips of tape over their mouths as well.
“Sit down
girls,” Mrs McPhee said, as she began to bind their legs, and then their wrists
to their knees.
“Now,” Jay
said as Donald opened his mouth, and felt the sponge pressing down on his
tongue before the tape was smoothed over his mouth, “what’s your favourite
thing to watch as a family?”
“Scuubebddd,”
Sheila said as she wriggled on the couch.
“Good –
prepare for a Scooby Doo marathon,” Mrs McPhee said. “Now, my friend Jay and I need to leave for a
little while, so will you behave for our friends?”
The two girls
nodded as Jay smiled at them. “Thank you
– make sure they stay calm and are cared for,” he said as they left the room,
and the films started.
“Yssss,”
Patty said as she sat on the floor, playing Frustration with Rachel, Lady
Hewton and her daughter in law. They had
all been allowed to go to the toilet when Jay and Mrs McPhee returned, and now
had their hands tied in front, but the gags still in place.
The delicious
smell of food came through, and then the sound of a car pulling up, as Jay
looked at the party.
“I must ask
you all to remain quiet,” he said as the group took up their positions,
listening to the main door opening and closing.
From the
other side of the door Jay heard a young man call out “Mum? Samantha?”
“They’re
probably talking in the front room,” an older man said, before two men walked
in. They were obviously father and sun,
the older man smartly dressed with greying hair, the younger just as smartly
except for the absence of a tie.
“Emma, darling, we’re...” the older man said
before the both stopped and stared at the bound and gagged quarter, while Jay
quietly closed the door and stepped forward.
“Our
apologies for the intrusion, Sir Mark, Mister Hewton,” he said, “but my name is
Jay Edwards, and we are in charge this evening.
Your wives are safe and fine – and we will explain about the two girls
later.
“For now,
kindly hand your mobile phones to my associates, sit with your hands on your
head – and do nothing unless I say so.
Understand?”
“Msreeejhnnn,”
Samantha said from under the band of white tape around her mouth.
“I know who
you are,” Sir Mark said quietly, “have they hurt you or Samantha, Emma?”
Lady Hewton
shook her head, before his son looked at Jay.
“What do you
want?”
“For Sir Mark
to conduct some business for us,” Jay said quietly, “Now, sit down, and stay
calm – Mrs McPhee, please remove all gags.”
As the masked
woman ungagged Lady Hewton, she waited until the cloth was removed, before she
said “I’m sorry Mark – I’m afraid we’ve been robbed twice. These two girls were forced by one gang to
knock on the door, and when Agatha answered it they forced their way in.”
Sir Mark
looked at the two girls sitting on the floor, and said “Are you girls all
right?”
As they both
nodded, he looked at Lady Hewton again.
“They got
free, and were about to call the police when this second group arrived.”
“That’s
right, Mark,” Samantha said as the cloth was taken from her mouth, “these poor
girls must have been terrified, but they kept all three of us calm.”
The girls
both blushed as Sir Mark said “well, you have been brave – all of you. So what happens now?”
“You all have
dinner,” Jay said, “and then – we talk.”
Sir Mark
watched as first his son, then his wife, and finally his daughter in law were
escorted out of the dining room by one of the masked men, while at the same
time the woman he had heard called Mrs McPhee was making sure the two young
girls could not use their hands or move their arms.
“Sir Mark,
let’s talk in the front room,” Jay said as he watched the older man stand up,
and walk with him to the front room where they had earlier played the game.
“I have your
word they will not be harmed?”
“Of course,”
Jay said as one of the masked men joined him, “so long as you do what we
ask. My associate here is going to drive
you to your City office, and then wait as you access the computer system. At that point, he will ensure a suitable
transfer takes place, and leave you secured before he contacts us. At that point, we will leave, and your family
– as well as the two unfortunate girls – will still be here.”
“What is they
fall ill or...”
“We watch
them constantly – so calm yourself on the point, Sir Mark. If you are ready?”
The financier
nodded as he stood up, and said “I don’t know why I’m saying this, but thank
you.”
“You’re
welcome – contact me the moment the transaction is completed,” Jay said, the
associate nodding as he bound Sir Mark’s wrists together behind his back, and
then escorted him out.
As Jay
turned, he saw another of the masked men escort Agatha up the stairs, her hands
now white fists, her arms bound tightly to her side, her mouth covered by a
scarf tied round her head. As she went
up, Mrs McPhee came back down with the other man.
“Everyone
secured?”
“Ay,” Mrs
McPhee said as she looked at him.
“Good – we
need to return to the second target. I
want both of you to check them every fifteen minutes, and make sure there are
no problems. We’ll be back later.”
The man
nodded as Jay and Mrs McPhee slipped out and into the van, Yvonne removing her
balaclava as Mark drove off.
“One down...”
“One to go –
I just hope this works,” Mark said as they went onto the main road.
“It has to –
we need to stop this other guy from being able to lead the gang against
Jennifer and David.”
“Hmggddthrrbk.”
“Hello
there,” Mrs McPhee said as she knelt in front of Molly and Sheila, reaching up
and removing the tape from their mouths, “I bet you’re both hungry, aren’t
you?”
“Yes,” Sheila
said as she wriggled round, “and I need the toilet.”
“Well, I’m
going to take these ropes off and take you up, and perhaps Daddy can phone for
some pizzas?”
“An excellent
idea,” Jay said as he looked at Donald and Clara, “and then we can get down to
the business we came to discuss with your father.” Removing the tape and sponge from Donald’s
mouth, Jay said “I’m going to untie you and Clara, but do nothing to raise the
alarm – place the order, accept the order, and that is all. Understand?”
“Yes,” Donald
gasped, “I understand, just don’t hurt them...”
“Thank you
daddy,” Molly said as she finished her slice of pizza, and took a drink of her
juice, “that was delicious.”
Sheila nodded
as she looked at the empty pizza boxes on the table, the three masked men
standing and watching with Jay and Mrs McPhee.
“Well, if you
have all finished,” Jay said quietly, “perhaps Clara can go upstairs and get
ready for bed – it’s time to make sure you all spend the night secure in bed.”
“Please, do
you have to...”
“We do,” Jay
said quietly, “to make sure your darling husband here does what we want him to
do. Please, go and put something
suitable on, and leave some clothes for young Molly and Sheila in the
bathroom.”
Clara nodded
slowly as Mrs McPhee said “don’t worry – you’ll come back down once you have
all changed,” helping her to stand as she was escorted out of the room.
“Will it
hurt?”
“No,” Mrs
McPhee said as she looked at Sheila, “you may be a bit stiff, but we’ll make
sure it doesn’t hurt, all right? Now,
let’s all go through to the front room and wait there.”
The two girls
walked through with their father, waiting until Clara came down, wearing a pair
of cream silk pyjamas with a pair of bedsocks over her feet, the legs of the
pyjamas tucked into them, and a second pair in her hands.
“Why don’t
you two girls go with Mrs McPhee, and get ready for bed,” Jay said with a
smile, watching as they walked up stairs before he said “Donald, help Clara to put those socks over her hands
please?”
“Just do as
they say, and we’ll be fine,” Donald said as he pulled the thick socks up over
his wife’s hands.
“What about
you?”
“I’ll cope,”
he said as Jay then guided her hands behind her back, and bound her covered
wrists tightly together with rope, before binding her arms to her sides, the
rope going above and below her chest. As
he tied it off, Molly and Sheila came down, both wearing white one piece sleep
suits with mittens over their hands.
“Be brave
girls,” Clara said as Mrs McPhee took two lengths of rope, crossed the wrists
of each of the girls in front of themselves, and then secured them tightly
together, before taking the rope around their waists and making sure they were
locked in place.
“Get your
coat on Donald,” Jay said with a smile, “time for you to go to work.”
Donald slowly
stood up, and kissed his wife and children on their foreheads, before he left
with one of the masked men.
“All right –
let’s all go upstairs,” Jay said as Mrs McPhee tied rope around the arms and
stomachs of the two girls. They walked
slowly up the stairs, looking at each other before they went into Sheila’s
room, watching as Mrs McPhee put a folded cloth into the young girl’s mouth,
and then wrapped white tape around her head to seal in into place.
“Lie down
dear,” she said quietly as Shelia lay on her bed, watching as her ankles and
her legs were secured, and then her ankles tied to the foot of the bed. “I’ll be back once your sister and mother are
secured,” she said, going with Molly and making sure she was gagged and secured
in her room, and then going to the main bedroom.
“What happens
now,” Clara said as she sat on the bed, watching as her ankles and legs were
secured by the other two masked men.
“Relax, try
to sleep,” Jay said, “It will all be over soon.
Now, open your mouth please.”
As he wrapped
the tape around Clara’s head to keep the folded scarf inside, Mrs McPhee looked
in.
“Both girls
are asleep,” she said as Clara lay on her side, and her legs were pulled back
so that her ankles could be tied to the chest ropes.
“Good – sleep
well, Clara,” Jay said as they left, turning the light off and going
downstairs.
“Watch them –
we have to be elsewhere,” Jay said as he looked at his watch. “I’ll call you when I hear the job is done,
and you both make your own way home. You
will be paid in due course.”
Both men
nodded as Jay and Mrs McPhee left, and drove back to the Hewton home.
“Any
problems,” Jay said as they walked in.
“None,” one
of the men said as Jay’s phone went off.
Looking at the message, he said “Job done – is everything cleaned up?”
They both
nodded as he said “Forgive us if we can’t take you back – there is something we
need to do here. We’ll be in touch – and
good luck.”
The two men
nodded as they left the house, and Jay walked upstairs with Mrs McPhee. “Well, this is it,” he said as they entered
the room where Patty was lying sleeping, so he gently shook her and said
“Patty?”
She slowly
opened her eyes as Mrs McPhee said “Get up Patty – you need to take a toilet
break.”
They waited
as she slowly stood and they removed the ropes, as well as the hand coverings,
before Mrs McPhee walked her to the toilet.
She stood outside for a few minutes, then as Patty came out she started
to re-bind her – leaving the covering off her hands.
“Back to
bed,” she said as she escorted Patty back, and re-tied her legs, watching as
she settled down again before the two of them went and did the same for Rachel.
As they left
the young girl with her hands uncovered, Jay and Mrs McPhee went down the
stairs, turning the lights off as they did so, and then out to the van, sitting
in the front as Jay went onto the main street and parked.
“Well?”
“Now, with
luck, Patty can get free and call the police,” Mark said as he rubbed his
head. Taking his phone out, he looked at
the message, and then dialled a number.
“This is Jay
– any problems?
“No – job
done, vacate with our thanks.”
“So both
transfers have taken place?”
“Yup,” Mark
said as a light went on in the house, “let’s just hope the Craigs were not
disturbed. Come on – I’m ready for my
bed, and I don’t want to be here when the police arrive.”
“Paper’s
arrived,” Yvonne said as Mark came into the kitchen, “and you need to take a
look across the road.”
“I do,” Mark
said with a quizzical look, but as he went into the front room he found both
Charlie and Lisa looking across the road, and then the police car outside the
Craig house.
“Any idea
what’s happened Dad,” Charlie said as he looked at his father.
“No – but I’m
going to see if everything is all right,” Mark said as he stepped outside,
walking across the road to where John and Jennifer Craig were talking to a
police officer.
“Hey,” he
said as he came over, “everything all right?”
“Yeah – for
once,” John said, “it’s been quite a night.”
“What
happened?”
“Well, apart
from Patty and her friend Rachel disappearing into thin air yesterday?”
“You’re
joking!”
“I wish I was
– Jess was half out of her mind last night, and I know Barry Hampton went round
to sit with her. We were up until the small
hours as well.”
“Did the
girls know?”
“No – they
went to bed,” John said, “so they missed the real fun when this group of armed
and masked men broke in and tried to rob us.”
“WHAT?”
“Yeah,”
Jennifer said, “about one in the morning.
We were about to go to bed when they came in through the patio doors and
threatened us.”
“But you said
tried...”
“I know,”
John said as the telephone started ringing in the house.
“Mum,” Jenny
called out, “It’s Aunt Jessie.”
“Excuse me,”
Jennifer said as she went inside, and John continued “The police turned up and
stopped them before they could really get started. Our darling children slept through the whole
thing.”
“But you’re
all right?”
“Yeah – but
we haven’t heard from Jess yet to see if...”
“JOHN!”
The two men
turned round and watched as Jennifer came running out.
“What’s
wrong?”
“Patty and
Rachel – you’re never going to believe what happened to them, but it was Patty
who raised the alarm with the police!”
“Patty? Patricia Pickering?”
“I know – and
it’s a long story, but apparently she’s a heroine in a few ways. I’ll tell you inside – Connie’s apparently
going to talk to her and Rachel later.”
“Mark – I’ll
talk to you later, all right?”
“Gotcha,”
Mark said as he walked back across the road, shaking his head.
“Is Cassie
all right,” Lisa said as he came back in.
“Hmm – oh
they’re all fine. Wait until the police
car goes and then you can go over,” Mark said as he walked back into the
kitchen, Yvonne handing him a coffee.
“Well?”
“It worked,”
Mark said after he had taken a drink,“ I don’t know exactly how or why yet, but
it worked.”
“The local
paper might help,” Yvonne said as she handed it to her husband, “Page 5.”
Mark turned
and looked at the articles. “Robbery
foiled at Holderness home... Gang caught red handed... Admit to second robbery
earlier that day at home of financier Sir Mark Hewton... Leader of gang still
at large...”
“So what do
you think happened?”
“Patty must
have rung her home – Mark said Barry Hampton was with her mother. I guess she also called the police so the
warning came from two directions.”
“Oh she
called the police,” Yvonne said as she turned the paper over, and pointed at
another article.
“Double
robbery at financier’s home... Gang use
two girls kidnapped from street to gain entry... Home then targeted by
notorious Jay Edwards gang... Patty Pickering, 10, managed to free herself and
friend and call police... ‘Girls were
true heroines’ says Lady Hewton...”
“There’s
another article about how the Jay Edwards gang struck twice last night, also
holding the family of a bank clerk hostage while they forced him to transfer a
large sum elsewhere.”
Yvonne sat
down and looked at Mark. “It should
never have worked, but it did – you, Mark Williamson, are a true hero.”
“Yeah – but
the girls rightly get all the credit,” Mark said with a grin as the telephone
rang. Standing up, he lifted the handset
and said “Mark Williamson?”
“Busy night?”
“Brian,” Mark
said as he took the phone in the kitchen, “I was wondering if you would
call. How’s Sarah?”
“Back to
normal, thanks for asking. I’ve been
reading the paper – young Patty does seem to have had a busy day as well, doesn’t
she?”
“So I have
been reading and hearing.”
“Come on,
Mark – what really happened?”
“Well, I hope
you’re sitting comfortably...”
“Oh God,”
Brian chuckled as Mark finished the story, “all right, I can see why you did
what you did. If Sarah had been fit
enough, you’d have asked us to help, right?”
“Right – but
given the circumstances...”
“Understood –
and John and Jennifer were saved from another robbery, so credit to you for
that as well. Right – I need to go and
look after the kids for a little while.
I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Not too soon
hopefully,” Mark said as he ended the call, and looked at Yvonne.
“Why don’t we
go out for lunch,” he eventually said, “do you honestly feel like cooking
today?”
“Nope – bit
tired,” Yvonne said with a smile, “let’s do that.”
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