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an ugly face.”
    The pair walked into a crowded station lobby. Tanya glanced at the departures board. “Where are you going?”
    “As far away as I can from that Psycho. What about you?”
    “I don’t know, I’ve never been out of London.”
    “Fancy Scotland?”
    “It’s cold.”
    “It’s safe.”
    “Serge, I haven’t enough money anyway.”
    “Don’t worry, keep me company and I’ll protect you.”
    Tanya bit her lip. She glanced at the floor before breaking into a smile. “Deal.”
    The train rocked as it travelled through the night. Serge couldn’t take his eyes off the sleeping Tanya. Her long legs and slim body provided a timely distraction from the worries he was trying to leave behind.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Bentham sat next to his fellow detective Norman, in a small windowless office. He stared at the screen and didn’t flinch as tea dribbled from his uneven cup. “I can’t believe she could be so stupid to go off with him. Who is he?”
    “Don’t know, but she seems to be friendly enough with him. In fact, she seems very friendly with him, you can tell by her body language.”
    “Fuck you Norman. I’m telling you, she was into me.”
    Norman shrugged, “You have a fight on your hands if you want her. I know I wouldn’t want to mess with him.”
    “He has to be involved with Vladimir in some way.” Bentham got within inches of the monitor, his nose almost touching the screen as he stared at still of Serge. “Can’t fucking remember his name, but he is one of Vlad’s goons, all right.”
    A notification popped up on the PC screen and Norman opened the email. “This just came in from traffic. It’s the vehicle that was parked on her street shortly before he arrived at her door.” He opened the attachment that display ed a still from a CCTV video. “It’s a brand spanking Range Rover Evoque, this year’s plate. Not the kind of vehicle native to that estate.”
    “That fucking passed me on the way home, after dropping her off.”
    “Plate owner is a certain Serge Guzun. Can’t just be a coincidence that he is a Moldovan national, Dave.”
    “Yeah I ran the plate myself …. When was the car last seen?”
    “Not sure. We have the plate pinged, so hopefully it will turn up sooner or later.”
    “I just don’t want to drag her out the Thames with no tits.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Vladimir chewed a fingernail as the call rang through unanswered. “Where is he?” He glanced peered through his car window towards Serge’s apartment. He opened the car door and stepped out.
    At the front door Vladimir pressed the intercom and waited for it to answer. “Come on Serge, wake up you prick.” He almost fell as he stepped over a bush that bordered the small path. Pacing around the block, Vladimir peered through the gate of the secured parking. “Serge’s Range isn’t there… Where the fuck is he and why isn’t the prick answering his mobile.” He walked to the main entrance and sat on the doorstep. Holding the phone to his ear, he phoned Igor. “Chubby, have you anything on Serge?”
    “No one has seen him in two days.”
    “The car?”
    “Nothing yet.”
    “Hurry, up anyway, I need your muscle.” The phone back in his pocket, Vladimir waited on the doorstep like a lost child.
    Vlad imir stood as the door clicked open. He smiled as he held the door open as a young couple struggled to maneuver a pram through the door. A false smile crossed his face. “You think they would make a wider door for the likes of you two”
    “Thanks .”
    “No problem.” He stepped inside. Taking out his cigarette packet, he wedged the door slight ajar for Igor, before making his way up to Serge’s apartment.
    Vladimir paced up and down the corridor outside Serge’s apartment. “I can smell a rat.” Stooping down he took a fire extinguisher from its wall mount, before using it as a siege weapon to ram the door open. Searching from room to room he looked for clues. A knock on the broken