‘I’m busy right now.’
‘Nursing your wounds? I have a friend here who wishes to talk to you.’
Mann heard Ng’s voice. ‘Genghis…don’t do it. They will kill me anyway.’
CK took back the phone. ‘That’s enough talk from Sergeant Ng. What he meant to say was that we have rekindled an old acquaintance, him and I, and now we have made a deal. You sign your father’s estate over to me and I will give you his life in exchange. Friendship is a dreadful thing, just like the love one feels for a woman, a daughter even. It weakens a man. It makes him vulnerable. But, your friend’s fate depends on you. How much is his life worth to you? I have the document ready. You just have to sign it. It means I take everything out of your hands. You no longer need to worry about your conscience. It will be as if you never knew. How does that sound?’
Mann heard an awful sound of Ng screaming and choking.
‘Meet me on the top floor of the Piccadilly Club in Central.’ CK hung up.
Chapter 110
Mann went home to pick up the one weapon he would be able to conceal beneath his bandages: Delilah. This time she was modified, made special. He re-strapped himself to keep her pressed flat against his chest. He drank a large vodka to take away the pain.
He got back in the car and phoned Victoria en route.
‘Thanks for asking. I’m okay.’
‘I went with you in the helicopter, don’t you remember? I left you when you went in for your operation. I’m glad you’re okay. Thank you, Mann. They would have killed me on that roof if you hadn’t come. Someone set me up. I thought it was you at first. But then I realized you wouldn’t do that kind of thing. You feel something for me, don’t you, Mann?’
‘No. I can’t and I won’t. I am going to see CK. He has my friend, Sergeant Ng. He wants to exchange his life for my father’s estate. He wants me to sign it all over to him.’
‘Don’t do it, Mann. It’s a trick.’
‘I know but I am going to kill CK, Victoria. Don’t come near me as I may have to kill you too.’
He drove back into town and parked outside the Piccadilly Club. The street was being watched. He saw CK’s men everywhere. He would have a hard job getting out alive but then he wasn’t thinking that far ahead. He hoped his body would last long enough to do the job he came to do and to rescue his friend. He realized now that nothing meant more than that to him. He had weathered so many storms with Ng’s help. He would lay down his life for him now if he had to.
The bodyguards on the street nodded to him. They frisked him. They checked his boots and up his sleeves. Mann had known they would. He had hidden Delilah along the gap between two ribs. They were rough enough to open up some stitches. He knew they would. He had purposely left his bandage bloody across his chest.
The bodyguard looked at the blood on his hands and stepped back in disgust. ‘Jesus Christ, let him through. He isn’t carrying anything.’
Mann took the lift up to the top; eighty floors in a highspeed elevator.
‘No Mann, please…’ Victoria had raced straight there. She met him as he got out of the lift, she tried to make him turn around. ‘You’re sick. You’re bleeding. Leave it now. Look at your face.’ Victoria went to touch his swollen, stitched cheek. He pulled away. ‘I’m sorry for what has happened. It’s all gone wrong.’
‘Get out of my way, Victoria. You play around with people’s lives all for your own gain. You leave a trail of destruction everywhere you go. You’re a fucking tornado destroying everything in your path. You’re just like him.’
CK’s bodyguard was waiting at the door for him. He held a gun to Mann’s back. Mann put his hands in the air and walked slowly into the Red Salon. As he entered he saw Ng on his knees. His head was bowed. CK stood over him with a gun at his head.
‘Ng? You all right?’
Ng lifted his head and Mann could see his mouth was pouring blood. He looked at Mann with the hopelessness of one in the world between life and death where there was only pain and fear and sad regret.
‘You bastards.’ Mann lunged at CK, the bodyguards held him back and punched him in the mouth. ‘I should have killed you a long time ago, CK.’ Mann wiped the blood from his split lip.
The bodyguards pinned Mann’s arms back. CK smiled. In the gloom of the office Mann saw it was a strange sight like a grinning dog that should not be able to grin.
‘Then why didn’t you? You were not able to then and you are not able to now.’
CK looked Mann up and down. Mann’s wounds were breaking open on his legs. Blood seeped in dark patches through his jeans. Victoria looked anxiously at Mann.
‘Show him.’ CK turned to his bodyguard. ‘We saved it for you.’ The bodyguard came forward, opened his palm and showed Mann Ng’s tongue. ‘You can have it sewn back on if you hurry. Now sign it.’ CK pointed to a table where the contract was waiting for him with a pen.
Ng shook his head at Mann. The front of his shirt was saturated with blood. CK swiped Ng’s head with the butt of his revolver. ‘Sign it. You are wasting precious minutes.’
Mann went over to the writing desk. Its handmade parchment paper contract, a gold Duofold Parker pen waiting for Mann to use. He picked up the document. He glanced over it. He picked up the pen, held it tightly as he pressed, there was the faintest sound of a snap. He signed and leant over the desk, resting as he wiped the blood from his mouth. He recovered, stood back up. His body stopped hurting. His head cleared. His pulse slowed. His bleeding stopped. Mann’s body was turning to icy hatred. A bodyguard stood behind him, a gun at his back.
CK turned to Victoria. ‘This is the time you have waited for. You see me as old now, you think it is your time. You think that I must have grown tired of the business world and I want to retire.’ He paused. ‘Of course that is what you think, my darling daughter. You think you are being so clever: you would play us all. Ensnare Mann with your beauty and your sex, get your greedy hands on his father’s estate and then have me killed. I have no doubt that you would kill me yourself if you had to. But, it seems your ample feminine charms were not enough to turn him and I must do it myself. You will never be strong enough to be my successor. You have failed, my darling daughter.’
CK called and the door opened. Four more bodyguards entered the room. ‘Mann, before I kill you I want you to know that I watched Helen die. I went to that club often. I enjoyed the company of many women there but I had my favourites. They were friends of yours. Some of them you knew intimately. Helen was one. She was my favourite. She took a long time to die. But you saw that didn’t you? You watched the recording. You weren’t thinking dispassionately when you listened to the voices in the background. You failed to recognize mine. I’ve always suspected you would have in time.’ Mann didn’t speak, he bowed his head. Now he knew why Helen hadn’t wanted to let him go. He knew why every time he closed his eyes he saw her face, he heard her pain. ‘Thanks for this,’ CK waved the contract in the air, ‘I waited a long time for this. Your father beat me to some of the best deals. He was a very clever man. He turned moral in the end, tried to save the world. See, you are the same type after all? Such a waste but I am too old to keep playing games; now it’s just about the money.’ He turned to his bodyguards. ‘Take my daughter and the inspector and kill them.’
Victoria screamed. ‘No, Father, please.’ She tried to run but the bodyguard held her back. He stared coldly at her.
‘You were never my favourite. Take her…’
Two of the bodyguards came forward and dragged her away from her father. Another walked towards Mann. Mann’s pulse slowed right down. He felt the adrenalin turn his blood to ice. In his mouth he moved the arrow that he had snapped from the Parker pen out of his cheek and into the centre of his tongue and he waited until he was within range, he eased himself to his left slightly and felt the gun in his back travel two inches to his right and then he shot it straight into the bodyguard’s eye. It pierced his retina and exploded his eyeball. At the same time Mann twisted his body away from the gun in his back. The shot missed Mann and hit the bodyguard who keeled clutching his eye. Mann back flicked his fist into the man’s face and he broke his nose, cheek and cracked his eye socket. He dived forward towards Ng and caught him around the shoulders and rolled with him to protect him, laying his body across his, but it was too late. CK had already shot Ng through the head. His skull shattered. His body lifeless
