Bloody Windsor! Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut? How was he
going to get out of this one? Neil let out a sigh and rolled over onto his
back. He looked at his sleeping wife beside him; after he'd been bailed he
had told her it was a load of crap. He looked at his watch 3:40.
"Great!" he sighed. Carefully Neil got out of bed and stood still as his
wife stirred. After a few minutes it was obvious she wasn't going to wake
up. Downstairs Manson took out his mobile. He had plenty of criminal
contacts.
"Joe, I need a favour"
"Not at this hour you don't" a sleepy voice greeted him.
"This is serious!"
"Ok, what do you want done"
"I need a bloke called Windsor silenced, he's in St.Huges but he'll have a
police looking after him"
"Whoa, do you want me to take out the copper as well?"
"Not if you don't need to"
"It'll cost you" There was a silence on the other end of the phone
"How much do you want?"
"Do you want Windsor killed or what?"
"No, just enough so he'll not go to court"
"£1300"
"£1000" Neil bartered.
"£1110, final offer"
"Great" Neil smirked
"You do him over then I'll give you the money."
"End of the week"
"Fine" He slammed the phone down. He looked at his watch again ten to four
in the morning. Not good. Neil sat on the sofa and began flicking through
TV channels, before long he drifted into slumber land.
A few hours later he was woken up banging on the front door. He looked down, not exactly dressed for visitors, boxers and a t-shirt, defiantly not dressed for a police search. After all who else called at ten past six in the morning? He went to answer the door. Jack, Ken, Tony and June were standing on his doorstep. Jack was the first to speak, "Neil Manson we have warrants to search the premises, would you like to be present during the search?" "What do you think?" Neil snapped. "I thought you wanted to be present during the search" remarked June as he headed up the stairs. Manson just glared at her.
Meanwhile Sam was waking up from yet another nightmare, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down she silently swore that she would see Manson behind bars. How could any human pay to have this sort of pain inflicted on another person. When the phone rang Sam jumped and went to answer it. It was DCI Meadows, "Sam we just searched Manson's house and apart from taking his computer and mobile for examination, and annoying him greatly we didn't really get anything from it" he sighed "Thanks anyway for letting me know" Sam hung up the phone and rage burned through her how dare Manson put her through this and not even admit it! How dare he!
Miles away Neil shivered in the early morning wind. After the search he had come down to this river to think. But the silence only gave fuel to the memories he had been trying to silence and thinking about what Sam had gone through had brought back some particularly bad ones. Blow after blow landed on him but to the man causing so much pain to the young boy this did not seem enough. He pulled the lad face up to his own. "I'm getting board of this, it's not enough any more" "P please" the young boy cried "Leave me alone" "Ha!" With that the man threw him onto the floor and began to take the boys clothes off. Pain like the boy had never felt before as the man entered his body. White lights flashed across the boys' eyes as the ordeal continued for over half an hour. But still the man was not satisfied and forced the young lad to perform on him to fulfil his twisted desires. "NO!" Neil screamed and panted heavily for a few seconds choking back sobs. The young lad in the memory had been himself and the man, his father. Neil hung his head in shame as he remembered how he had felt afterwards, pain beyond belief and those feelings that were harder to get rid of, embarrassed, ashamed, and disgusted and the feeling just wouldn't stop. Then he thought of Sam. She would feel as bad as him. Maybe worse. But I didn't pay to have her raped he told himself. Maybe not, said that annoying little voice, but you're going to pay for it.
A few hours later he was woken up banging on the front door. He looked down, not exactly dressed for visitors, boxers and a t-shirt, defiantly not dressed for a police search. After all who else called at ten past six in the morning? He went to answer the door. Jack, Ken, Tony and June were standing on his doorstep. Jack was the first to speak, "Neil Manson we have warrants to search the premises, would you like to be present during the search?" "What do you think?" Neil snapped. "I thought you wanted to be present during the search" remarked June as he headed up the stairs. Manson just glared at her.
Meanwhile Sam was waking up from yet another nightmare, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down she silently swore that she would see Manson behind bars. How could any human pay to have this sort of pain inflicted on another person. When the phone rang Sam jumped and went to answer it. It was DCI Meadows, "Sam we just searched Manson's house and apart from taking his computer and mobile for examination, and annoying him greatly we didn't really get anything from it" he sighed "Thanks anyway for letting me know" Sam hung up the phone and rage burned through her how dare Manson put her through this and not even admit it! How dare he!
Miles away Neil shivered in the early morning wind. After the search he had come down to this river to think. But the silence only gave fuel to the memories he had been trying to silence and thinking about what Sam had gone through had brought back some particularly bad ones. Blow after blow landed on him but to the man causing so much pain to the young boy this did not seem enough. He pulled the lad face up to his own. "I'm getting board of this, it's not enough any more" "P please" the young boy cried "Leave me alone" "Ha!" With that the man threw him onto the floor and began to take the boys clothes off. Pain like the boy had never felt before as the man entered his body. White lights flashed across the boys' eyes as the ordeal continued for over half an hour. But still the man was not satisfied and forced the young lad to perform on him to fulfil his twisted desires. "NO!" Neil screamed and panted heavily for a few seconds choking back sobs. The young lad in the memory had been himself and the man, his father. Neil hung his head in shame as he remembered how he had felt afterwards, pain beyond belief and those feelings that were harder to get rid of, embarrassed, ashamed, and disgusted and the feeling just wouldn't stop. Then he thought of Sam. She would feel as bad as him. Maybe worse. But I didn't pay to have her raped he told himself. Maybe not, said that annoying little voice, but you're going to pay for it.