Private Princess

Chapter 63

Peter Knight watched as Morgan emerged from the back seat of the Range Rover. No sooner had the door closed than the vehicle pulled away quickly up the street.

“Our own car’s here.” Knight gestured to a black Audi dispatched from Private London. “Where to?”

“Headquarters.” Knight recognized from his boss’s tone that it was not a good idea to dig for further information right now.

As they crossed to the waiting car, Morgan threw one more forlorn look toward the building that housed Jane Cook’s body. It would be some time before the pathologists and crime scene investigators were ready to take her away, and it pained Morgan to know that Cook was alone and cold on a kitchen floor. He knew from experience that there was no dignity in death, but Cook’s fate seemed exceedingly cruel. The fact that his own life was in danger did not even enter into his mind. Instead, Jack Morgan’s emotions swung from crushing sadness to red-hot rage.

“I’m going to rip his throat out,” he promised as they climbed into the car, repeating the image that De Villiers had put in front of him.

“We’ll get him,” Knight promised.

“We’ll finish him,” Morgan corrected. “This doesn’t end in an arrest, Peter. I understand if you don’t want in on that, but those are the rules.”

“I’m with you,” Knight said, meeting the hard stare of his friend and leader. “I’m with you, Jack,” he vowed again, his mind then catching on the crux of what Morgan was saying — this was not an ordinary case. The rules had changed. No, Knight caught himself thinking, not just the rules. The entire game.

“We have to think like Flex,” said Knight. “The man’s clearly got no limits. No boundaries. What else is he capable of?”

“Anything. He’s sick. You should get hold of your family, Peter. Have them brought into Private HQ.”

“My God, you’re right.” The icy fingers of fear reached up from Knight’s stomach and into his throat. It was with a near shaking hand that he made the call to his children’s sitter, and asked for them to be brought to his place of work. “We should bring in all of our staff,” Knight then urged. “No guessing who else he could target.”

“Do it. He targeted Jane because of what she and I did to him in the gym, but I don’t put anything past him.”

Knight made the call, ordering Private London’s watch manager to bring in all members of staff, emphasizing the need for vigilance.

“What now, Jack?” he asked, his phone calls made.

But there was no reply from the American. None in words, at least, but Morgan’s eyes told Knight all he needed to know.

Now would be payback.