Colombian Retribution

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Jason Michael

About the Author: JASON MICHAEL 

The author spent twenty five years as a police officer working in such units as Vice Squad, Special Branch, Drugs Squad, Regional Crime Squad and Cheque and Credit Card Fraud Unit.

He is also an accomplished Martial Artist and National Champion, keen photographer and one of our best guides

Colombian Retribution
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Jason Michael

Colombian Retribution revolves around the furious reaction of the Colombian Cartel to those who thwarted their earlier importation of drugs into the UK. A plan is hatched in Cartagena at the highest level of the cartel and a paid assassin is sent first of all to France, where he murders three people connected to the importation of the drugs as they were transported through France. The assassin then travels via the cross-channel ferry to Dover and onwards to Norfolk, where he murders four more people but misses the one person he wanted to kill, ex-customs officer, Sarah Mundey. By now the Serious Organised Crime Agency, aware of the man's activities set in motion a plan to isolate and expose him to arrest. Ultimately, the killer travels to Brighton & Hove and murders a Police Community Support Officer before he eventually tracks Detective Constable John Ridge to Brighton Town Hall where he finally comes face-to-face with his nemesis. A violent encounter takes place in the main hall of the Town Hall between the assassin and Ridge before moving downstairs to the Victorian male cell block in the old police station, where the situation reaches its bloody conclusion.


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Sample Chapter: Colombian Retribution: Chapter Twenty-One

Henri De Soto woke up stiff and cold.

He was not used to the cold and damp of the English climate.

It was seven-thirty in the morning and it looked as if it was going to rain. He wondered how anybody could live in such a poor climate.

He longed for the warmth and sunshine of his homeland and realised that he had been away from his home for nearly two weeks. He must hurry the job up if he was to see and feel the warmth of Cartagena.

He checked his clothing. His jogging pants were still damp from the time he had spent crossing the fields behind Sarah’s house. He now regretted going back there, because he had ended up killing the policeman and his dog rather than the woman, Sarah.

He knew the police would be after him with a vengeance, with more of their own dead, and they would do their best to lock him into Norfolk and prevent him from going south.

It was urgent that he left the area now, otherwise he would soon be spotted and arrested by the English police.

He must move on and deal with the man, Ridge.

He needed to get rid of the car and travel to Brighton as soon as possible. With so many thoughts rushing through his brain, and each requiring the right decision to be made, it was difficult not to feel just a little panicky.

De Soto decided to go by train to London and then hire another car from a small hire-car company; that way no one would be any the wiser. He would be lost and well away from prying eyes.

He dug out his map and looked for the nearest town that had a railway station with connections to London. He found Norwich railway station. It was some distance away, but he could drive the distance easily.

The police might be watching the stations closest to the killings, just in case he used the nearest one to try and escape. In any case, if he decided to use Sheringham then that train would only take him to Norwich, where he would be forced to change to a London train.

De Soto decided to drive to Norwich, dump the car a short distance from the station and walk the rest of the way. Once he was on the train, he would be safe. It would take the police some time to find the dumped car and, when they did, it would be too late.

First, he needed some food and some money. He drove on the small back-roads until he picked up the main road into Holt. He turned right and drove through the centre of the small town.

He found a parking space in which he could leave the car where much of the vehicle was obscured from the sight of passing vehicles. It suited his needs perfectly.

No point making it easy for passing police vehicles, or anyone coming out of the front doors of the shops, to spot his car.

He walked around the edge of the car park looking for other ways to exit should he need to get out in a hurry. There was nothing extra in the way of exits, just the entrance and exit that he had used coming into the park.

Immediately behind the shops was a wooded area, which he could use if he needed to go on foot. He could soon lose himself amongst the trees. Reasonably satisfied, he wandered over to a hole-in-the-wall machine and withdrew enough money to get him to London. He would draw more from a machine once he was lost in the big city.

He walked into McDonalds, bought a meal and seated himself at the back of the shop at a small table; he consumed his food whilst watching the front doors. He didn’t want to be trapped in the restaurant if he could help it. He felt the benefit of the food almost immediately. The caffeine was starting to work and his body warmth was increasing.

Leaving the restaurant, De Soto walked the long way around the car park back to his car. He paused before walking into a Halfords shop to avoid a police car that had entered the car park and which was now making a slow circuit of the park. The policeman in the passenger seat was looking intently at the parked cars as his colleague drove by.

They kept to the main driving lanes as they went and did not see his car parked in one of the corners off the main concourse. They then drove out of the car park and away from the area.

De Soto looked around Halfords for a few minutes to give the police car time to get clear of the immediate area before returning to his car.

He checked his map, looking for the best way to get to Norwich railway station. He decided that the B1149 from Holt would take him directly into Norwich town centre. He drove out of the car park and soon picked up the main road towards Norwich.

Once he arrived in Norwich it wasn’t difficult to find the railway station. Initially, he drove past the large, modernised frontage of the building and found a short-stay car-park, where he parked his car. He walked through the side streets and stood on the corner of Riverside, checking out the immediate pedestrian area in front of the station for anyone hanging about.

Once sure that the station wasn’t being watched, he walked in and bought a ticket to Liverpool Street, London. Twenty minutes later he boarded the fourteen-fifty-seven and found himself a seat; he was soon asleep.


This page was added by Paul Beaken on 15/09/2014.