Impeding Justice (27 page)

The footsteps sounded louder. Could he chance
it? It must be the guard. Anyone else would have driven up the
drive. What if he yelled, would the men inside the house hear him?
He had to take the risk.

‘
Help… Help…! I’m inside the
boot. Hey, is that the guard? Help me!’

The steps became louder and more hurried.
Please God, don’t let it be one of the gang members!

Whoever it was they’d heard him. The catch
clicked. A draft wafted through his hood.

‘
What the…?’

‘
Quick, check the house.
Make sure no one is watching…’

‘
There’s no one watching,
Mrs. Winwood, most likely had them shown into the sitting room
which faces the grounds on the other side of the house. What’s
going on? Who are you?’

The guard undid him and helped him out of the
boot as he listened to his tale.

‘
My God, kidnapped! What can
I do to help, sir?’

Simon guessed the man used to be in the services from his
whole demeanour and the way he’d addressed him as, ‘sir’.
Good, that meant he’d be used to
taking orders and would probably have a few tricks up his
sleeve.

‘
First, I need a hiding
place. And, second, I need to use a telephone, you know, so I can
call my father.’

‘
Right, I’ll get you into my
office near the gate. I have a phone in there with an outside
line.’

‘
No mobile?’

‘
No, sorry, sir, does it
matter?’

‘
Well, a mobile would be
better, that way I can erase the number from its memory. Dad won’t
be pleased, even if it did mean saving my life, to know his
retrievable private number sat on an unknown phone.’

‘
Don’t worry about that,
sir, someone will fix it. I’m sure that will be the least of his
worries, knowing you’re all right would be his priority. Now, let’s
get going before someone comes out to check on you.’

Chapter Fifty-four.

The well-dressed woman, held her coiffed head
high as she stood near the fireplace of the elegant room. In a
stilted voice she introduced herself as Sondra Winwood, and told
them she didn’t expect her husband would be long. ‘I take it he
wasn’t expecting a visit from you?’ she asked. Then, not waiting
for an answer, posed another question, ‘Can I get anyone a drink?
Tea, or coffee, perhaps?’

Her false smile didn’t fool The Unicorn, her attitude
annoyed him. She did little to hide the fact they were not welcome.
He stared at her, letting his eyes take in her youthful figure with
curves, not generous, but in all the right places. Her face looked
taut as if lifted or full of botox, giving her an appearance of
being in her forties, but he guessed her age to be ten years older
than that. He enjoyed her nervous reaction to his invading her
space. ‘Scotch, ice no water for me. Boys, tell the nice
lady
what you want to drink.’

‘
We’ll have the same.’ Ramon
stammered. The Unicorn knew he still had Ramon terrified and
mystified about what he planned to do next.

‘
They’ll have tea. Earl
Grey, if you have it? My boys have very refined tastes.’

He kept his eyes on Sondra Winwood, making
his look as cold as steel then grinned when she gave an involuntary
shudder.

She turned to her maid, ‘Okay, Sara, and I’ll
have a coffee.’

The maid almost ran from the room.

The Unicorn motioned for Ramon to follow
her.

Sondra wandered over to the inglenook
fireplace, where the fire in full glow sent crackles of flames up
the chimney. She settled herself into the Queen Anne winged chair
standing to one side of it. The Unicorn followed her. He rested a
nonchalant arm on the huge oak mantle-piece and locked eyes with
the woman again.

‘
Tell me, Mrs Winwood, how do you know your husband won’t be
long?’ He took in her long shapely legs.
Not in bad nick for an old bird!

‘
I rang him as soon as you
arrived.’

‘
How very astute you are. My, what I’d give to have a woman
like you to look after my
every
need.’ He
laughed as she shivered again and noticed her hands start to
tremble. ‘I see that idea doesn’t appeal to you, Mrs.
Winwood.’

‘
I’m sure I don’t know what
you are referring to. I find it very chilly today, that’s
all.’

‘
Perhaps, we can think of a
way to warm her up, eh, Giorgio?’

She gasped and sat back further into her
chair as he inched his way towards her.

‘
Tell me, Mrs Winwood,
when
was the last time
a
real
man satisfied you?’

‘
Why, I can’t…’

‘
What? Can’t remember?
That’s what I thought. You know, I usually like my women wrinkle
free, with firm pert breasts, but I’m not adverse to servicing
women who are clearly unsatisfied by ungrateful, pre-occupied
husbands.’

She shrieked as he stepped forward. He
tormented her further by crouching down in front of her. His hand
shot out and he stroked her trousered leg up and down.

His face inches from hers, he could see her
struggling to remain calm and unperturbed, her cheeks flushed, the
colour rising upwards from her slim elegant neck. He stroked his
index finger down her cheek, coursing his way towards her
inadequate, much hated cleavage. She sucked in and held her breath.
A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead leaving a visible line
of its path in her make-up.

The return of the maid and Ramon stopped him
pursuing his game for the time being. As the maid put the tray down
on a table near to the sofa he asked, ‘Did you bring one for
yourself, Sara?’ The glance she gave her mistress angered him.

Before she had time to react he marched over
to her and grabbed her around her neck. Twisting his arm he threw
her to the floor. She landed with the hem of her black dress around
her waist, exposing her slim legs and black lacy underwear.

‘
What’s the matter, Sara, cat got your tongue? You look
at
me
when I ask a question, bitch. Do you hear me? When I’m
in the room, I’m the only one in charge, have you got
that?’

‘
Please don’t hurt her.’
Sondra Winwood jumped out of her chair.

The Unicorn shot her a warning look that sent
her scrabbling for her seat again.

In one fluid movement he yanked the maid to
her feet and faced her towards her mistress. Holding her chin he
jerked her head one way then the other. A sickening crack split the
silence, before the maid’s lifeless body sank to the floor. ‘Now,
where were we?’ The murder had heightened the whole experience for
him. He needed to stop playing and act. He took up his previous
position in front of the terrified Sondra Winwood and once again
placed his hand on her leg.

He liked the fear she displayed in the way
her type would, stiff and unyielding as if to show courage. He
toyed with the button at the top of her linen trousers. He released
the button and watched her squeeze her eyes shut as his hand played
with the zipper, up and down. Tired of the game he moved away. Her
eyes shot open.

Motioning to Giorgio, he took the DVD case he
held for him and removed the disk. Surprised and impressed by the
latest technology he found at his disposal The Unicorn inserted the
disk. He’d always thought of Winwood as a stick in the mud way
behind the times. He pressed a button and shouted, ‘Let the party
begin.’

As the DVD started to play he rushed back to
Sondra, ‘Stand up.’ He yanked her right arm. Then, he took her
place in the chair and pulled her down to sit on his lap.

‘
Really!’

He snuggled into the nape of her neck. The
wonderful smell of Chanel lingered there. ‘Umm, it would be nice to
have a piece of posh totty for a change.’

She struggled to break free, but his arms
encircled her, gripping her like a vice. ‘Now now, Sondra, play
nice, you wouldn’t want to end up like Sara over there, would
you?’

He saw her glance over at her maid’s lifeless
body lying in the centre of the room and her head shook a ‘no’. The
quiver of her body registered on his sensitive penis. He liked the
feel and knew she could feel the strength of it pressing into her
back.

‘
Good. Now I have a surprise
for you. I hope you like movies? Although I must warn you it’s a
little on the raunchy side, can you handle that?’

She nodded.

The ultra-modern large widescreen sprung to
life.

‘
What…when…who is that
with…?’

‘
Oh, Sondra, you’re so
funny! Did you believe your husband to be a monogamist? I hate to
disillusion you, but I’ve yet to meet a man who could ever live up
to being one of those.’

‘
But, that…that girl…she can
only be about fourteen or fifteen years old.’

Pain and humiliation swam in her tearful
eyes. She turned away from him and stared at the screen. He watched
too. Sickened, not by what Winwood did, but by the sight of his old
body, thrusting his less than adequate manhood into every orifice
the girl had and his sweating and grunting, ugh!

‘
Please stop it…please, I’ve
seen enough. What do you want from me?’

He laughed as his hands ripped open her
blouse and at the way she fought against him trying to cover her
modesty.

‘
I
thought we’d show your husband how filthy
you
can be. Has
he ever seen you naked before? Or do you do it with the lights off?
Ramon, Giorgio, make the lady comfortable while I get myself ready
to teach her a few new tricks to try out on her husband so he won’t
want to stray in the future.’ He pushed her away from him, she ran
towards the door, but Ramon blocked her path.

‘
Please, I have money.
Please
don’t let him
do this to me.’

Ramon shrugged at the woman and steered her
back into the room, towards the white leather sofa positioned in
front of the French windows, overlooking the large, immaculate
garden.

Chapter Fifty-five.

Simon followed the guard. The gate looked
nearer than it turned out to be. They couldn’t take the nearest,
direct route, but edged their way towards it through the bushes to
the side of the drive. Greg, as the guard had told him to call him,
pointed out that CCTV covered all of the grounds and although there
was a monitor in Greg’s office there was also an observation room
in the house. They could not be sure the boss of the men who’d
captured him had not placed someone in there to keep an eye on
comings and goings.

Trying to dodge a possible sighting slowed
them down, but avoiding recapture had priority over his need to get
to comparative safety and to talk to his dad.

Sweat poured from him and the injury he’d
taken to his knee from playing rugby gnawed a protest at the
crouched position he had to keep whilst edging forward.

At last! They’d only to skirt around the back
of the small gatehouse that held the office and they’d be home and
dry… A piercing, blood curdling scream stopped his thoughts. He
hurtled his body to the ground and froze. His breath held in his
lungs.

‘
That’s the mistress. I’ll
have to go, sir, stay down…’

‘
No, no… Greg…’
Fuck.
Damn and blast! What kind of training had he had anyway?
Simon watched in despair as the
stupid man raced in full sight back towards the house.

* * *

The Unicorn stood, arms folded, a delicious
smile playing around his mouth. The fucking guard, ha, look at him
edging his way across the French doors. He couldn’t wait to see the
man’s face when he turned around.

The Unicorn’s smile broadened into an
entertaining grin as the guard caught sight of him and stopped
dead. His eyes lit with terror and his mouth drooped as though he’d
had a sudden stroke, leaving his spittle to run from the corners of
his mouth, down his chin. Without moving his head, his eyes glanced
sideways and fell onto the two bodies on the floor. He sucked in
his spittle and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The Unicorn motioned to his henchmen. They
dived in one swift movement, opened the doors and dragged the
snivelling, shaking wreck of a man inside.

The Unicorn held the misery of the guard for
a moment then with a contempt he’d give to someone from the gutter
he asked, ‘What’s your name?’

‘
Greg…’

The voice little more than a whisper had a
note of impending doom.

‘
All right, Greg, well, this
isn’t your luckiest of days is it? But, I’ve got a treat for you to
make up for it. Strip off your clothes.’

‘
What?’

‘
You heard me. You seem an
intelligent kind of guy, Greg. Now do it!’

Watching the guard disrobe gave some pleasure
as the terror shook through his every movement, giving an edge to
the inner power The Unicorn felt.

‘
Don’t… Please don’t kill
me…’

Snot mingled with the sissy tears that ran
down Greg’s face. Christ, he hadn’t expected him to cave in this
easily. He’d had him down as a man of courage.

‘
Pull yourself together,
man. I have something I want you to do. Ramon, fetch the camcorder
out of the car.’

Ramon didn’t move, instead he looked at his
boss with one eyebrow raised.