Warren sat in the meeting room waiting. Something he didn't do often, but this opportunity was too good to miss. He would have brought a camera but he thought he might look like he actually cared about the person he would be framing; which of course he didn't. Much to Warren's good fortune men started to fill the small room. The uniformed men in their grey sweats, ah the memories which Warren recalled as he remembered the time when he paraded around in those clothes. Not long after, he spotted his victim, the bearded face was twisted in the usual blank expression, which gave nothing away, Warren knew better though.
As Brendan sat down across from him, Warren noted the fresh bruises and cuts that were scattered on the man's face.
"Has someone been getting in to fights again, tut, tut Brendan didn't your mother ever teach you that fighting is wrong, or was she too busy helping your dad beat you?"
It took all Brendan's already dwindling energy to restrain himself from launching across the table at Foxy and tearing him limb from limb
"I'm not giving you my half of the club Foxy, no matter how hard you or your heavies beat me," Brendan replied icily
"What a shame, 'cause I really thought you'd want to be out there at the moment Brendan," Warren replied smugly
Brendan knew Warren was trying to wind him up but he really didn't have time for the man's shit today.
"As I say I'm not giving you my half of my club so you can forget about it, nothing you can say is going to make me give it to you,"
Warren was laughing now, this was all too much for him, for once Brendan was out of the loop and his attitude was perfect, perfect to destroy.
"Oh really? Well okay I won't tell you the latest murder enquiry to sweep the village," Warren replied
Brendan instantly thought of Cheryl and Lynsey and their safety – but then Warren could just be sprouting him more lies to get the club. But he had to know for sure
"What murder enquiry?" Brendan asked sceptically
"Oh now you're interested, well now that I think about it my memory isn't all it used to be,"
Brendan immediately got up from his seat; he couldn't listen to this tripe any longer
"Leaving so soon? Okay, ratboy's captor sends his regards by the way,"
Brendan stopped in his path, fear washed over him, he turned back to Warren
"You're bluffing," He whispered
"Oh how I wish I were, this stuff is too good to be true," Warren said handing over his phone which with the help of some students he had managed to uncover the phone conversation.
As he listened to the message Brendan grew increasingly panicked, his poker face cracking under the weight of the news.
"How long ago?" He asked eyes down cast as the conversation on the phone ended
"Over a week ago, oh isn't it exciting! You're in here but still there's a killer out there,"
Brendan felt sick, he got up from his seat and hurried back to his cell, keeping the phone with him, he'd need it.