A.N.
I do apologize before you read this if you think it´s bad. If you think it´s good, I thank you.
I don´t own anyone of the characters. They belong to the writer Elizabeth George.
***X***
A sergeant on a mission
Chapter 2
It was time. No turning back. They had sat in the van for one and a half hour. It was 11.30 pm. It really was time. She had accepted the mission and now was it going to happen. The following van stands a few blocks from the place were al is going to happen. Havers gets the gun to hide in on of her boots, there is nowhere else to put it. Se has a transmitter on her so that the van can follow where she is going.
"Ok, it´s time. U ready?" Winston says to Havers. She gives a little smile and takes a big breath. "As ready I can be. See you later sir" she say looking at Lynley. He smiles a little and nods.
Barbara steps out of the van and starts to walk to the right spot. She feels nervous. She calm herself down with the thought of no one would want her. Why would they? She walks faster until she finally is there. She takes a big breath again and leans on the brick wall behind her. She starts to look around herself to see if anything happens. She hears a car from the bigger street around the corner. People's voices coming closer, probably someone that is going to Club la Luna.
Nothing exiting happens. A cat walked pas her. More voices and cars noise on a distance. The men in the van hadn´t done anything in particular. Havers didn´t knew this, but they had put up a small camera over the place she was standing. They hadn´t said anything about it because she would just feel even more nervous then. Lynley, Winston and a man named Bolton sat and watched the little TV-screen back in the van.
1 am something finally happened. Barbara noticed a car coming closer. It drove up just in front of her. Okay, this is it she thought. The driver's window went down and a man smiled at her.
***X***
"Hey, look! It´s time." Lynley said. He was the first one of the three to see the car. They all stared at the screen. "Can u see him?" Winston said. "No, I can´t. But I think Havers is smiling at him" Bolton said with a humoristic tone in his voice. Lynley felt sick. Why did he let this happen? This is bloody madness!
"She says something. I don´t know about you guys but I feel this is going as planed" Winston said with a small tone of happiness.
***X***
The man was in the early forties, brown hair, dark eyes and a huge smile in his face. He looked charming and nice.
"You look lonely. How much?"
She didn´t know what to say. How much was it for that kind of service? She took the first amount she could think of. "30 pound"
She was sure it was too much. But she thought that if this man was the one that murdered the hookers he wouldn´t care. Obviously he didn´t pay them anyway. He smiled bigger and said: "Jump in"
She smiled and went around the car, opened the passenger seat and went in. And off they went.
***X***
It was over in just a minute or two. They had all looked very closely but couldn´t gather any information more than this man wanted to kill or sleep with Havers. Maybe both.
"And of they go. Ok, Peters, follow Havers signal" Bolton said and leaned back.
"Ok, you think it´s him?" Winston looked nervous. What if Havers got into the wrong mans car and it wasn´t their murderer?
"Nothing to do now if it isn´t. Havers can handle him if he is just after sex." Bolton looked relaxed. Lynley couldn´t understand that, he felt like he sat on thousand needles. The van followed the position from Havers transmitter.
After thirty minutes they were still following. Bolton was almost sleeping. Lynley felt the same way, it had been a long night. "Why pick up a girl there if you´re not going to take her anywhere near?"
"I don´t know. Maybe because of the club or something. I swear its owner surely is the other girls pimp or something" Winston looked bored.
"Maybe" Lynley started thinking. These girls must have known something and had to be silenced or they were going to silence someone else. He remembers another case with a girl that was prostituted. Her friend and colleague had been murdered because the boss had some money trouble. Could it be the same this time? The clubs boss was hated, he new that, all the staff showed signs of it. The bartender, it was something about him. Lynley was sure he knew something he didn´t want to tell.
***X***
Here they were. It could be anywhere In London. Townhouses on both sides of the street, it looked like a quite rough neighborhood. The houses where worn and there was graffiti here and there.
The man put one hand on her back showing her the way to the house that had number 13 on it. Typical, Havers thought, exactly my luck. They went up the steps and he opened the door and she walked in. He closed the door behind him. It was dark. Havers felt an arm over her shoulders and she let him led her into another room. It looked like a living room. It had more light because of the streetlamps shining in trough the big window.
She felt both his hands now. He stood behind her. His hands were moving on her body touching her belly, her sides, her arms and her hips. Oh my god, why doesn´t I do anything. She finally manages to say something.
"You often pick up women?" His hand takes her hair away from her neck and she feels his breath on her neck.
"It happens." He kisses her neck. She doesn´t know anything more than she must ask him so many questions so she find out if it is their murderer and to make him not sleep with her.
"What´s your name? Fells strange not knowing"
"James" he whispers in her ear. She feels his warm breath again. It´s moving over her chin down to her neck. "What´s yours?"
"Molly" It´s the first name she can think of, no way she will give up her real.
"It´s sexy" he says very seductively. His hands are now on her thigh and he´s trying to come up under the skirt. Holy cow. She manages to recover from his grasp. She takes a few steps away from him and then turns around to face him. He looks at her with a look her doesn´t like. He looks like he wants her, but not in a nice way. She tries to play the part and smiles a little seductively at him.
"Come here again" he says quite harshly.
Now she has the chance to ask him the most important question. "What do you do with the women you pick up?"
He gives her a grin. It looks evil to her and she starts to feel a little scared by him. "I play with them for a while"
"Oh yeah?" she asks a little cocky, just to make him say more about it.
He takes a few steps towards her. His hands on her hips. "Yeah, but sometimes they don´t want to play anymore. They try to leave…" He gives her an evil grin. "…but I don´t let them. I pay and they should read"
Barbara was now scared down to her toes. She knew this was the right man, the murderer. Hoping that Lynley and the other will break in trough the door any moment to save her. Her mission was completed, but here she was. In the hands of a triple murderer that wants to sleep with her.
Mission completed now it´s just the riot left. Suddenly there is a knock on the front door. James don´t care. He press her into a wall and kisses her on her neck.
"No, please don´t" she says. "Don´t do this. Let me go"
"NO!" he screams at her. "Not you too!"
One more knock on the door and a familiar voice. "I know you´re in there. Open please"
"If you screams for help I will kill you just like with the other hookers, ok?" he sounds so evil and Barbara have never been so scared in her entire life. It´s something about him that creeps under the skin like ice.
"HELP!" she screams. It may make or break. He put one hand over her mouth to silence her. He presses her really close to the wall now.
"Didn´t I tell you to be quite? Now I have to punish you."
This didn´t seem like some kind of kinky game, this was hell. He was going to do something really painful to her; she had seen all the death girls, all their bruises.
There were greater bangs on the door now. She guessed that the other was trying to break down the door. James takes her hard in the skin at her neck. He moves around her, still holding his hand over her moth. Pushes her forward out in the hall and over to the cellar door.
***X***
Lynley, Winston, Bolton and Peters were trying to break the door to get in.
Lynley had screamed trough the door that he wanted them to open. After only seconds he heard the man scream something at Barbara. And only seconds after she had screamed for help. Barbara Havers doesn´t scream for help if she doesn´t really need to. That was when Tommy understood how much problem his sergeant was in. He run trough the door, the only thought was to get trough before she was hurt.
It took at least five minutes before the door finally gave in. During that time he had heard Barbara scream for help at least three times. She sounded more scared than he have ever heard her before. Okay, step one: break down the door finished. Step two was up: Find Barbara before it was to late.
