White Horse (A Dark Paradigm Conspiracy Thriller Book 1) by Jay Tinsiano & Jay Newton

Author:Jay Tinsiano & Jay Newton [Tinsiano, Jay & Newton, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bonafide Publishing
Published: 2017-04-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

7.12 AM

Jamall sat upright in the back of the CNI van that was equipped with the latest European state surveillance technology.

He had another one of Gianna’s old phones in his hand, clicking through the contacts. It was the same as the others, wiped of anything useful apart from a few games.

The radio had a clear, crisp tone of local Madrid police comms. The description of the white Toyota was being passed around so patrol cars could keep an eye out for it.

Being such an old vehicle, it would hopefully stand out and perhaps not be too long until it was found.

He turned off the old phone and took out his own mobile, pulling up the files Zara had sent to his encrypted email.

Hugo’s file appeared first, showing a mugshot of the bulldog-like face, closely cropped hair.

A gangbanger.

Interesting.

Ran with the Florence 13 crew, arrested once. Disappeared several months ago from the US and had obviously now popped up in Spain.

Jamall continued reading and then pulled up Gianna’s file.

Born in Kenya and adopted by British foster parents then raised in London.

A few arrests for activism in her late teens.

Her passport trail showed worldwide travel for a couple of years before settling in Madrid, working as a tech consultant.

Recently added to an activist list by the Spanish authorities.

A fast-speaking voice from a patrol car came over the radio. They had found the Toyota in one of the calles of the Centro district. Instructions were passed on to the driver, and the vehicle turned and picked up speed.

They were there within five minutes, and the van screeched to a halt.

Jamall jumped out first and nodded to the officer who had found it and was now proudly standing guard.

He peered inside the rusty car. A sea of wrappers, empty soda cans, and other rubbish littered the floor.

The doors weren’t locked, although it would’ve taken Jamall less than ten seconds to break in. He slipped into the passenger seat and looked around. Sometimes, valuable clues would be left behind.

The car had the same distinct smell of the apartment, almost like he’d walked into an old museum. He flipped down the window visor to let in air and opened the glovebox, where there were a stack of receipts and a few loose coins.

A few metres ahead of the car, he spotted the Metrobus shelter.

He reached underneath the steering window and found the button to the trunk, depressing it before stepping back out of the vehicle.

The boot just had a spare wheel and an old newspaper spread across the bottom; news from a few weeks ago.

A police car crawled up the road, and a couple of officers got out, blocking the road. Jamall gestured at them. “Seal off this street, and get a tow for the car. If anything turns up, let me know.” Jamall was walking away as he spoke towards the bus stop.

His phone rang. Zara.

“I have footage from the cameras opposite where you are. They jumped on a bus.”

“Did you see the number?”

“No. Impossible. It was obscured by a shop sign.

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