Welcome to my stop on Jaime Raven's blog tour! Today I've got an exclusive extract for you from The Rebel...and it's a cracker! Sit back, relax and read on....
It didn’t take long for Roy Slack to reveal his plan to Danny Carver. It was a simple one, after all.
Danny’s reaction was predictable. His jaw dropped and the colour retreated from his face.
‘Is this a fucking joke, boss?’ he said, his voice stretched thin with shock. ‘Because if it ain’t, then I think you might have lost your marbles.’
Slack stood up and stepped out from behind his desk. It was uncomfortably warm in the office so he slipped off his cardigan and threw it on the chair. His white shirt had dark patches of sweat under each armpit.
He crossed the room to the cabinet with the bottles of spirits on top.
‘Care for a whisky, Danny?’ he asked.
‘Too bloody right I do,’ Danny answered. ‘And please make it a large one because I think I need it.’
Slack smiled to himself as he poured out triples of his finest malt, flown down from his favourite distillery in the Highlands.
He handed a glass to Danny. ‘You’ve been with me a long time, mate, and you’re the only person in this world who I’d trust with my life. It’s why I’ve told you what I intend to do and it’s the reason I’m now going to tell you why I want to do it.’
Danny’s hard face fisted into a frown and he rolled out his bottom lip.
‘Well, I’m all ears, boss,’ he said.
Slack sat down beside him on the sofa and sipped at his whisky.
‘I also need you to know that you’re going to be well looked after whatever happens,’ he said. ‘I’m going to transfer a large sum of cash into your offshore account first thing in the morning. If the firm survives then you can stick around if you want to. If it doesn’t you’ll have the option to fuck off abroad and enjoy an early retirement.’
Danny’s frown deepened and he tilted his head to one side.
‘Sounds to me like you’ve given a lot of thought to this, boss,’ he said.
Slack nodded. ‘It’s been rolling around inside my head for weeks. Now I can’t wait to get on with it.’
Danny grinned, showing off his two gold teeth.
‘Well, it sure is an insane idea,’ he said. ‘But for what it’s worth I reckon the fuckers have it coming. Most of ’em are more crooked than we are.’
Slack knew he could depend on Danny not to fill his nappy at the thought of what was going to happen. They didn’t call him The Rottweiler for nothing. He was a man of violence, a crazy fuck, who had maimed and killed more men than he could probably remember.
He was also fiercely loyal and had carried out heinous crimes on Slack’s behalf without a second’s thought. He was completely devoid of empathy and compassion.
For that reason Slack had absolutely no doubt that he would be able to count on him in the days and weeks ahead.
‘So come on, boss,’ Danny said. ‘There’s no way you’d be set on doing this just to hang on to what you’ve got. There has to be something else, something that you’ve been keeping close to your chest.’