The Annie Carter Series Books 1–4. Jessie Keane
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apartment when she had been there with Redmond. He’d looked the place over with his pale eyes and his calculator brain. Two minders with him, because there’d been a lot of trouble on the manor lately. The estate agent had been white and sweating while they followed him around, there had been a lot of nervous laughter. Poor bastard. Annie didn’t miss not having a minder. She wondered what had become of Donny, her own personal hulking shadow. He might have gone back to Manchester. Or down to Smithfield meat market like Celia, if Max wasn’t happy with his answers about her leaving.
‘He’s scary,’ said Annie. ‘Cold.’
‘Just like on the phone then,’ said Dolly.
‘You being polite to him when he rings?’
‘God yes. Arse-licking like mad.’
They both knew that respect was due, and lack of it was dangerous. Look at what had happened to Celia with Max. Annie still shuddered when she thought about it. She still couldn’t quite believe it. She’d never thought Max would make war on women, but he had. Who knew with boys like these where the lines were drawn? These were hard men, and you stepped carefully around them.
‘If there’s nothing else?’ Annie asked, standing up.
‘Your sister phoned while you were out.’ Dolly pulled a face. ‘She sounded pissed. Wanted to talk to you.’
Yeah, to heap more abuse on her head. Annie didn’t need any more aggravation. It was bad enough that she felt like a cruel bitch for giving Kieron the hard word. All she needed was Ruthie spitting poison down the phone at her. Annie picked up her bag.
‘I might give her a call later on,’ she said. Or I might not. ‘I’ll be moving out on the Monday after next, Doll. I need to get some girls lined up, I hope you don’t mind if I do that while I’m here?’
‘Nah, I don’t mind,’ said Dolly. ‘So long as you don’t pinch my new girls out from under my nose. They’re good girls and I want to keep them.’
‘I just need their contacts,’ said Annie. ‘A couple of them are classy, they’ll know the West End working girls.’
Dolly thought. ‘Okay then,’ she said.
Talk about walking on fucking eggshells, thought Annie, but she was more amused than put out by Dolly’s carping.
‘I just want to say thanks for this,’ she said. ‘For letting me stay and everything.’
‘What else are friends for?’ asked Dolly. She hesitated. ‘I hope it goes well up West. I really do.’
The best and most trustworthy boys were in for the meet upstairs at Queenie’s old place. Max and Jonjo were there, with Jimmy Bond their number-one man, and Gary Tooley and Steven Taylor – all staunch men. Deaf Derek was off somewhere getting pissed; since Eddie had come to grief, Derek had learned the hard way to give Max and Jonjo a wide berth; he was no longer welcome in their inner circle. He counted himself lucky to be still breathing.
Sitting near the head of the table with Jonjo and Max was an ex-telephone engineer and a gelly man, both recommended to Max by one of the other London firms.
‘So run that past me again,’ said Max.
Jonjo loved to see his brother like this, focused on business like he should be. Life was too short to get hung up on a piece of skirt. He was pleased to see that Max had finally realized this. Jonjo was excited about the job. It was a large department store on the Delaney patch, rich pickings from all accounts. With any luck it would cause the Delaneys major grief, which would be a bonus.
‘There’s a frame room where all the lines come into the premises and cross-connect,’ said the engineer. He was lanky and bald and his eyes were active, like his brain. ‘All the lines inside the building, to each department and to the alarm, come out of this point. I have to get in there.’
‘Piece of piss,’ said Jonjo. ‘Jimmy can open any locked door, he’ll be with you.’
Jimmy nodded. He had already cased the store; Jonjo’s insider had pointed out a room marked Staff Only that the security guy never bothered to check on, where they could hide away before the store closed. All they had to do was wait until the appointed hour and then get inside the frame room.
‘Once I’m in there, I go to the records and find the alarm’s DP on the cards.’
‘Meaning?’ asked Max.
‘The distribution point, the line the alarm’s on.’
‘Then what?’
‘It’s simple. I bare the wires here and here.’ He did a little drawing on a notepad. ‘Then I put on two crocodile clips to the bare surfaces with a diverter wire attached. The circuit’s still complete but the alarm’s inactive.’
Max nodded. ‘That’s good. We come in the back entrance. The alarm’s out. Then it’s over to you, Jack.’
Jack was the gelly man. He was sandy-haired with a red moustache. He had the look of an airline pilot or a submarine commander – icy cool under fire. Jesus, thought Jonjo, when you were handling gelignite you had to be bloody cool, or you were in trouble. No good getting all hot and sticky. That stuff sweated like a bastard as it was.
‘No problem,’ said Jack, and placed a packet of three condoms on the table. ‘I use these.’
‘You’re having a fucking laugh,’ said Steven.
‘French letters or balloons,’ said Jack. ‘They’re the best things for keeping your gelly in.’
There was a surge of laughter from around the table.
‘I’ve heard it all now,’ said Gary.
Jack went on to explain how he intended to crack the department store safe wide open, so they could pocket the thirty grand that should be inside it. Not a bad night’s work, and it sounded easy enough. Made you wonder why more people weren’t out on the rob, really.
The meeting broke up after midnight and, as the other boys filed out, Jimmy took Max to one side.
‘Kath asked me to tell you that Ruthie’s not answering the phone,’ he said.
‘Oh?’ Max was pulling on his coat.
‘Kath rings Ruthie on Monday at seven in the evening, then Ruthie rings her on Tuesday, and so on all through the week. Only Kath’s been ringing and getting no answer, and Ruthie hasn’t called her either.’
Fuck it. Bloody Ruthie was a liability. She was probably on the piss again, laid out on the sofa and drunk as a lord.
‘I’ll give Miss Arnott a call.’ Then Max remembered that they’d already let Miss Arnott go. Damn. Ruthie was on her own down there apart from his boy, and he wasn’t exactly the brain of Britain. If he heard the house phone ringing off the hook, he wouldn’t trouble himself to wonder why.
‘I thought I’d better mention it,’ said Jimmy apologetically.
‘Yeah. Thanks.’
With everyone else gone, Max went downstairs to the hall and phoned the Surrey place. No bloody answer. He rang Dave’s number, but no answer from there either. He flung the phone back on the cradle. Fuck that raving drunk. He ought to just let her stew. But … there was something else he could do. He dialled again.
‘Hello?’ One of the Limehouse tarts had picked up.
‘Put Annie on, will you?’ he asked.
‘Who shall I say?’
‘Max.’
There was a pause.
‘This is Dolly,’ said the woman. ‘I’m sorry, Mr Carter. Annie’s told me she don’t want to talk to you.’
‘Put her the fuck on this phone,’ said Max. ‘It’s about her sister.’