Chapter 9
Scott and Michael returned to the car and headed back out of the city. they were about halfway back to the house, just on the edge of Swansea, when Scott noticed they were being followed.
“Uncle Mike, whatever you do, don’t turn around, don’t look behind you. We’ve got a tail.” Scott said.
“A what?” Michael asked.
“A tail. Someone’s following us. Don’t look in the mirror, act natural. We don’t want them to know we’re on to them. No quick movements. Drive normal.”
“Who are they?”
“Don’t know yet, but step one is to shake them.” Scott said.
“How?”
“Any roads we can turn down between here and the house?”
“Yes, right up around this bend.”
“Then take it… Why are you signaling your turn?” Scott asked as the car followed them around the corner onto the side road “The idea is to lose them.”
“You said drive normal.” Michael said “Maybe if I go faster.”
“No don’t…” Scott began to say but Michael gunned it.
“Yeah, now they know we’re on to them.” Scott said as he pulled out his 9MM.
“Wait, you have a gun on you?”
“I wasn’t lying.” Scott said as he turned off the safety.
Two cars zoomed off a side road, blocking their path and causing Michael to slam on the brakes.
“Nice going, Mr. Suttle driving…” Scott said, shaking off the whiplash.
“I’m sorry, I’ve never been chased before.”
“Let me do the talking.” Scott said.
“Step out the car with your hands up.” A voice called over a megaphone from the car behind them.
“What do we do?” Michael asked. Scott didn’t answer. He had an odd look on his face that slowly morphed into anger. He growled, made several angry grunting noises that may or may not have been words, holster his gun, yanked his seatbelt off and got out of the car screaming again.
“BARTY YOU… IDIOT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
“Scott, what are you doing here?” MI-6 agent Barty Riley asked, confused at seeing his third cousin in the car he’d been following.
“Riding in a car with my uncle. What the HELL are you doing following us?”
“We were investigating the Warrens dealings with Lord Tisch. We thought it was odd Mr. Warrens just drove down to the cemetery and... Why are you… wait, Uncle? Are you related to the Warrens?”
“Am I?” Scott asked, confused and angry “Am I? YES YOU FUCKING IDIOT! They’re my grandparents, where the hell have you been? You were at my wedding and so were they! I’m here for the same reason you are. I want to know what that son of a bitch is doing with my family and our company.”
Barty looked at the other agents he brought with him. “Everything’s alright, you can stand down. He’s on our side.”
“What are you even doing here? Isn’t this more MI-5’s thing? I thought you were still chasing your ex…”
“They send me wherever there’s a serious risk of a shootout. Useful to be bulletproof and Roxxon’s goon squad are packing heat. And as for Amanda… The trail went cold about two months ago…”
“Tell your men to pack it up, but you’re coming with me. Get in the car. Maybe once my grandmother knowns Her Majesty’s Secret Service are looking into this as well, she’ll talk.”
Scott introduced Michael and Barty to each other and spent time comparing notes on what had happened while Michael drove
“Tisch has been constantly taking leave of absences from his role in Parliament.” Barty said “He hasn’t shown up for the better part of five years, and for that matter, he’s almost never been seen in public in that time. Usually, the house would have done something about it, but… He’s got way too much influence.”
“So then, what would drive him to show up here? Just for the sake of getting his son a wife? How did Nana get into touch with him?”
“His son a wife?” Barty asked “His son is 5.”
“Oh no…” Scott said “Okay, this all makes more sense now… and it’s not good. Call your men back, tell them to head up to the house with us… This might get to be trouble serious…”