I saw the white doorman’s eyes widen, like he couldn’t believe we’d be messing around with someone like Krys Holtz. Believe it, my friend. Believe it.
‘He’s in the Lovers Suite on the next floor up,’ she stammered, keen to co-operate. ‘It’s the second door on your left when you come out of the lift.’
‘What about the other two with him?’
‘I don’t know which rooms they’ll be in, but they’ll be on the same floor. They always stay close together.’
Tugger pulled her to her feet while Joe and me handcuffed the two bouncers under the watchful eye of Kalinski. When they were secured, and Tugger had got hold of the CCTV tape, we shepherded the three of them towards the room to our left. At the same time a potbellied businessman emerged from it on the arm of a stunning-looking oriental girl.
‘Ohmigod!’ whispered the girl. The businessman simply stood there, looking surprised.
I raised the gun and pushed them back into the room, following them in. Two more men in suits sat in the corner with two equally stunning and scantily clad women, while another girl sat at the bar talking to the lone barman, a baby-faced guy in his early twenties. All eyes went to the door as our unusual-looking convoy entered, but no-one was stupid enough to cry out.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ I said in my best public-speaking voice as we ushered everyone into the far corner of the room, ‘you have nothing to fear. We are here to collect a debt from an individual within the building, and are interested in that man only. If you do as you’re told and co-operate, no-one will be hurt and we’ll be out of your hair within a few minutes.’ I motioned to the barman with my gun. ‘You, get over in the corner with the rest of them. And you.’ The girl sitting at the bar scowled at me but did as she was told, as did the barman.
It was exactly three minutes and fifteen seconds from the moment Tugger had entered the building, and so far things were running smoothly.
Kalinski was tasked with guarding those in the bar, so he stepped forward and stood blankly watching his charges, shotgun pointed towards them, while the rest of us exited and headed up to the next floor, using the stairs behind the reception area. Tugger was leading because he’d gone up that way the other night. When he got to the next floor, he slowly opened the door and looked down the corridor, then turned and gave us the all clear. We followed him in, and Joe took up position by the lift where he could make sure no-one interfered with things. Tugger and me crept quietly towards the second door on the left.
When we reached the Lovers Suite, Tugger stopped and listened at the door. The rooms were meant to be soundproofed but he could obviously hear something because he motioned for me to have a listen. I put my ear against the wood and immediately caught the noise of some serious humping. The girl was sounding like she was having the time of her life, which, for the money Tugger claimed it cost, was no great surprise. Holtz, meanwhile, was making these horrible grunting noises, sounding like something out of a wildlife documentary.
Tugger turned the handle very slowly and gently eased the door open. When it was six inches ajar the noise of the shagging was amplified several times over, and so far neither of them appeared to notice that they were being interrupted. Tugger used the barrel of his gun to push it open further and, as quietly as possible, we tiptoed inside.
The sight that greeted us was pretty fucking horrible, to say the least. Krys’s hairy and surprisingly large arse viewed us like an angry cyclops from its position on the four-poster bed as it pounded up and down, piston-like, while two shapely legs sprouted out like feelers on either side. It was impossible to see the girl’s face as it was almost completely enveloped by Krys’s furry form. A few locks of blonde hair peeped out over one of his shoulders, and that was about it. I wondered if she could even breathe down there. I looked across at Tugger and he grinned at me beneath the balaclava. I grinned back. I was enjoying this.
The room itself was very flash-looking and worthy of such a high-class establishment. A thick shagpile carpet obscured the sound of our footsteps as Tugger quietly closed the door and we crept up to the bed. Not that it was likely we would have been heard anyway above the noise being made. Krys was grunting like a herd of hungry pigs as he pummelled his way down the home straight, only seconds from the finishing line.
‘Aiiieeeee!’ he wailed in a final flurry of activity, lifting his head up as he unloaded his milky cargo. ‘Ooooofff!’
At that point, two things happened. The girl, her face red and sweaty, courtesy no doubt of being stuck in Krys Holtz’s armpit for the previous five minutes, saw me standing over her. Her eyes widened and she went to scream. At the same time Tugger smacked Krys hard on the back of the head with the handle of his gun. Krys let out a surprised gasp and rolled off the girl, moaning faintly.
I stuck the barrel of the Glock against the girl’s head and told her not to cry out. ‘We’re not interested in hurting you, so if you keep quiet and do not say a word, everything will be fine. If you do cry out or raise the alarm at any point in the next ten minutes, then we will kill you. Understand? Nod once for yes.’ She nodded frantically. ‘Good. Now turn over, put your face into the pillow and be absolutely quiet.’
While I was speaking, Tugger whacked Krys again, just for good measure, before handcuffing his hands behind his back, encountering little
