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R for Revenge
Chapter Twenty-One
Having picked up Murphy on the roadside Doyle carried on travelling north, he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as his ribs and aching body protested. Murphy scanned the fields and back roads for any sign of the red Morris Marina. In the distance Murphy saw a church, St Mary's Church the sign on the roadside said as they passed it. More fields and farmhouses dotted here and there came into view and passed by without a single sign of the car. Reaching the road block Doyle slowed the car to a stop while Murphy flashed his CI5 credentials at the police officer.
"Anything?" sticking his head out of the open window Murphy asked but he doubted there would be or they would have heard
The burly police officer wiped the sweat from his face with his white handkerchief "No, a couple of cars passed through, we searched them as Mr Cowley requested but nothing" he said shaking his head on the last word
Doyle backed the car up and turned it around to head the other way, Morgan had to be held up somewhere off the road. Murphy broke through his thoughts "What know?" he was asking him
Doyle glanced at Murphy "We start checking the farmhouses, barns and churches" Murphy had been thinking the same so he nodded his head in agreement
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George Cowley listened intently as Alison read a short version of the second file on John Morgan "The army suspected John Morgan of selling information to both MPLA and the UNITA, but they never had any real prove. Major Bennett wrote a personal note on the file saying that he thought Bodie was keeping something back, covering up for someone and without Bodie 's true statement of events they had no case against John Morgan"
"You said according to Bodie's statement they were out on a scouting party when they were ambushed, Craig Stewart and supposedly Morgan were killed, Bodie was shot in the side but made it back to the camp"
"Yes sir, the bullet they pulled out of Bodie's side wasn't from any typical Angolan gun it was from a British Army gun"
"Thanks Alison that will be all" Cowley put the phone down before removing his glasses and rubbing a hand over his sweat covered face, why the hell wasn't there any air conditioning in these places he rose from his seat and walked over to the open window, he closed his eyes momentarily as he felt the soft breeze wisp across his face. A theory about what had happened that day started to develop but he need more information, returning to the desk he telephoned Alison back "Get me as much information as you can on the other man who died, Craig Stewart"
"Yes sir" came the prompt reply
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Mike drove his car down a small wining dirt track at the back of the church taking them away from the church and its graveyard; he glanced one last time in the rear view mirror at the far corner of the graveyard, he didn't have to see the grave to know that Bodie was buried six feet under. He had no idea where the track would take them hopefully onto a new road that didn't have a road block. At his side Morgan sat with a smug satisfied smile on his face.
"Put you foot down I want to get as far away as possible before that helicopter comes flying back over" Morgan glared out of the window looking skyward. It wasn't the way he had dreamt of taking his revenge but knowing that the man who had left him to rot in prison was suffocating to death gave him great satisfaction.
"It feels good; I can feel the power of taking revenge I feel strong again not weak but it's not over yet I want more" Morgan shot a quick glance at Mike he knew what his inner voice wanted
Doyle pulled the silver Ford Capri out of the Hardwick Farm gate another dead end another waste of time "what's next?" he asked Murphy
Murphy looked down at the map on his lap "another farm and then guess what another farm about three miles away" looking up he glanced across the fields he caught a quick glimpse of something red moving fast. Seating up straighter in his seat "there what's that?"
"What! where?" Doyle looked across to where Murphy was looking but saw nothing
"I thought I saw something red" but now he wasn't so sure
"Where does that road lead to?" he didn't doubt Murphy for one second
Murphy looked down at his map again running the tip of his index finger along the line that marked the road they were on "It joins onto this road up ahead" he felt the car speed up beneath him and within minutes the red Morris Marina came into sight
To Mike's disgust that the road they had taken had led them back to the main road, putting his foot down he accelerated the car to its maximum speed he had no desire to be caught for the part he had played in all of this, glancing in the rear view mirror he saw a Silver Ford Capri gaining speed behind them. Morgan was too busy starring skywards out of the side window to notice the approaching car. "Morgan" Mike shouted out warning him to the new threat
Morgan turned in his seat he knew Mike had his foot to the floor and the car couldn't go any faster than it was already. As the Capri came alongside the Morris Marina Morgan shouted out "ramp them"
"What!" Mike replied in astonishment
"I said ramp them"
Mike swerved his Morris Marina into the side of the Capri causing sparks fly as the cars collided they were inseparable locked together for almost a mile until they parted company
Doyle swerved away from the Morris Marina before ramping the Capri back into its side; forcing the driver of the Morris Marina to take evasive action
"Son of a bitch" Mike lost control, he tried to keep his car on the road but the car had other ideas it swerved of the road on to the grass verge. Once again gaining control Mike pulled the car back onto the road and into the Ford Capri; a smile of satisfaction crossed his face as the Capri was forced off the road just as he had minutes earlier.
Slowing down slightly to regain control of the Capri Doyle swerved the car back to the right and once again on the road; Murphy heard Doyle's grunts of pain and saw the pained expression fixed on his pale face he shout out as he pulled his gun from his shoulder holster "drive round the other side of them I'll try and shoot their tyres out" Doyle nodded his reply he was into much pain from keeping the car under control and being jostled off the road.
Having turned his attention back to the road in front of them Morgan's head soon spun back round at the sound of screeching tyres behind them, he watched the Capri once again pick up speed edging its way towards the driver's side.
Leaning out of the window Murphy took a shot at the back wheel the bullet hit the side panelling. Doyle pulled back slightly has the Morris Marina zigzagged across the road stopping Doyle from driving alongside. Murphy took another shot this time the bullet missed miserably; not giving in Murphy took a claiming breath and tried again his next bullet puncturing the right back tyre.
As Mike zigzagged the car back and forth across the road he felt the sudden change before he lost control of the vehicle, the car skidded across the road suddenly flipping over and rolling several times before it came to a complete stop.
As the red car lost control and skidded Doyle slowed the Capri down eventually stopping in the middle of the road, scrambling out of the Capri Doyle ran towards the up turned car reaching inside he grabbed hold of Morgan's battled and bleeding body and pulled him roughly from the car "Where Bodie?"
Blood trickle down Morgan's face from a gash on his forehead he looked at Doyle through a partial blood filled eye "Dead"
Doyle pulled Morgan to his feet and slapped him hard against the side of the car "You're lying" Morgan just smirked back
Murphy reached inside leaning over Mike's semi conscious body grabbing the keys from the ignition he ran towards the boot flinging it open as soon as the key turned in the lock, it was empty as far as Bodie was concerned.
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The small amount of air smelt rancid presumably from its previous occupant. Bodie wanted to scream his lungs out to bang his bound hands against the top of the oak coffin but sense told him he would only use up the rancid air quicker. He calmed himself down slowing his breathing to conserve as much air as possible.
TBC