Private Princess

Chapter 71

“It’s going through!” Peter Knight shouted excitedly, as the sound of ringing came over the Audi’s speakers. “Come on, Jez, pick up! Pick up!”

Beside Knight, in the passenger seat, Jack Morgan sat tight-faced and impassive, his emotions shoved deep inside his chest as he tried to think only of the safety of his people that still breathed, and not the ones who were beyond help.

It was an impossible task. And as the phone continued to ring, Morgan could not help but think of Hooligan as Cook had been — forced onto his knees, with a pistol to his head.

“Goddammit, Hooligan, pick up!” shouted Morgan, the veneer of his outward calm breaking.

Through the windows, both men saw the beginnings of the football crowd seeping through the streets and away from the stadium that loomed in the middle distance. Around them, traffic began to calcify as car parks emptied.

“Pick up!” Morgan roared again, knowing they would soon be deadlocked.

The call connected.

“Help me!” The East Ender breathed heavily through the car’s speakers. “Please!”

“Where are you?” Morgan asked, holding up his hand to cut off the same question coming from Knight. “What do you see around you?”

“The White Swan pub.” The tremor of terror was clear in Hooligan’s voice. “Please! I’ve lost sight of him!”

“Get to the pub!” Morgan ordered. “Stay in a busy place!”

“It won’t stop him!”

“Just do it, Hooligan!” Morgan shouted. Knight was already turning the car in traffic to head back in the opposite direction.

“I saw that place on the way in,” he explained. “It’s only a few hundred meters back.”

But it may as well have been a few hundred miles back. The road heading away from the stadium was a parking lot, West Ham supporters weaving their way through the cars and making it impossible for them to drive at faster than walking pace.

“I’m going for him,” Morgan declared, opening the door.

“Jack, wait! It could be a trap! They’re using him to draw you in!”

Morgan heard the truth in Knight’s words, but he couldn’t care less — he would not sit idle as one of his own was in peril.

Instead he ran toward that danger.