Chapter 4-5

The thrill, it’s said, is in the chase, not the capture. In this case it was my capture I was trying to avoid and it was no thrill…

I was doing about 110mph when I first noticed the blue lights in my mirrors, “Shit” I shouted out loud, I slowed down and pulled over onto the hard shoulder, panic starting to rise in me, I was carrying about £70,000 worth of drugs in my bike panniers. The police car stopped behind me and the two officers got out, I started to make the kind of gestures to make them think I was removing my helmet, as they approached the back of the bike I dropped in to gear and pulled away as fast as I could, pulling the front wheel high into the air as I did, the bike landed with a crunch and I could see the policemen running back to their car in my mirror. I focused on getting away as I hit 130mph, dogging in and out of the cars all I could think about was dumping the bike before they called in the helicopter, I hit north London within a few minutes and sped down a narrow alleyway, I pulled over, my heart was racing 19 to the dozen as I detached the two panniers and pulled off my helmet and leathers. Grabbing the panniers I ran down one alleyway then another, not really taking note of where I was, just trying to put as much distance between me and the bike, I stopped exhausted and lent against a wall dropping the panniers to the floor, I was hot and sweating. I slid down the wall and rested for a while, I lit a smoke and thought about my situation, I was so close, I only had 3 more deliveries to go and I would be clear of these people, I started to asses what to do next, the panniers were a dead give away, I opened them and put everything in one of the briefcases that were in there, “there” I said “That’s a little less blatant.” I stood up and tried to smarten myself up, sweeping my hair back and mopping my brow with a tissue, “Now, just keep calm” I said to myself, “They didn’t see your face and the bike is registered to your old address in London.” I stepped out of the alleyway and onto main road, it was busy, that was good, I thought, I headed for the delivery address.

It took me about 2 hours to walk to the place and as I approached it dawned on me that I had no wheels now, how would I do the last 3 deliveries? I knocked on the door, I had never delivered here before and didn’t really know what to expect, the door was answered by the bosses gorilla, he smiled, as best he could, and gestured for me to go in. I walked into the front room of the house, it was thick with smoke and people were sitting around smoking, drinking and playing cards. One of the card players point to the kitchen and I walked in, the boss was standing there with a coffee in his hand, “Ah” he said cheerfully “My delivery boy.” I put the case in front of him and he opened it and took out the two big bags, he threw one to the guy playing cards and he started to open it and split it up. “We have a problem.” I said nervously, the boss turned away from me and topped up his coffee from the pot, “I know.” He said. How could he know? I was less nervous now and more confused. He smiled at me and opened one of the kitchen cupboards to reveal a police radio scanner. “They have lost you!” he declared “Well done, its not often a new boy gets away, I’m impressed.” I could not quite believe they were listening the whole time, “Don’t worry.” I said, “The bike is registered to my old address still.” He laughed and shook his head, “Oh no!” he said knowingly “Your bike is registered as scrap, that’s probably why they pulled you.” “What?” I stuttered “Yes.” He said still laughing “We did it as a precaution.” Suddenly I was angry, they put me in this situation, and they risked me when I was helping. “Bastard!” I shouted as I lunged at him ready to rip his head off but was held back by his gorilla who had slipped up behind me.

He spun me round and punched my in the stomach and threw me onto a chair, holding me down the boss leaned over me, “Now” he said menacingly “You did well, but don’t let it go to your head, you still have 3 more jobs to go.” He handed me a piece of paper. “Go to this address and wait, your ours now, but play your cards right and this could all work out for the best for both of us, we get a good rider and you don’t die in an unfortunate accident. Get me?” I nodded and left, I wasn’t scared anymore I was bloody angry, once again it was time to wait…