Page 113 of Hold On

Dominic paid to access sites that provided more details than he’d ever be able to uncover himself and found an address for a Miran Kilic in Islington. Not necessarily the right guy but probably was. When he worked out how to pull up a street view of the property, he was amazed. So much had changed since he’d been locked up.

He deleted his cookies, though he knew from the books he’d read that the information was still there for those with the knowhow. Ren probably had that knowhow.

When they got up, Ren was bubbling with excitement over something he’d planned for that day, so Dominic decided to wait. What was one more day?Everything to me.Dominic didn’t want to lose what he had, though he suspected he would. Ren would be pissed off he’d done it without telling him.

As they were making their way out, Ren stopped him on the stairs. “What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing.”

Dominic sat down on the next to bottom step and Ren joined him. “I’ve been thinking about Kilic. A way of ending this one way or the other. I planned to do something and I was going to do it on my own. Ishoulddo it on my own but you’ll be so pissed off if I do that it might break us and I don’t want that to happen.”

“I guess that part of it is good. The other part not so good. You want to go and speak to Miran Kilic.”

“Is that a guess?”

“It’s what I’d do. This can’t carry on forever. But we need to do it properly and that doesn’t mean going to knock on the guy’s door without having some backup plan in place. Do you know where he lives?”

“Islington.”

“Kilic’s patch is south London, Turkishmafialandia, with rumoured greengrocers and furniture shops that never get any customers being fronts for money laundering and drug imports. But then he wouldn’t shit where he eats.”

“I used one of those we-can-find-anyone internet sites and they came up with an address. It might not be him. He might not be in, but…”

“Okay. We’ll go today. I’ll make sure we lose our tail here but I’m going to attach another in London. I’m not going to tell you exactly what I’m going to do. Safer for you. Write your number on a piece of paper so you can give it to someone at the house if he’s not there. Let me have his address then give me a few minutes to make some calls to check the address really is his, and I’ll see you by the bike. Phones off until we get to London.”

Guilt was the emotion that hit Dominic then. What if this was going to get them both killed?

Though several minutes later, he thought Ren’s driving might do that. Dominic left his stomach somewhere back down the road as Ren swerved and changed direction and overtook when he shouldn’t have… But they lost their tail—Dean and Mac were likely very annoyed—and the rest of the journey was conducted at a more sensible pace.

By the time Ren pulled up in Islington, twenty metres or so from Kilic’s address, Dominic’s nerves were shredded. He had no idea how this would play out. If the guy had a wife and kids, how he was going to react to them coming to his home? Not well, obviously. Assuming it was the right guy.

They took off their helmets and Dominic ran his fingers through his hair.

“He might not be in,” Ren said. “If not, we can sit in the park and wait. If he’ll meet us, say we’ll wait inJude’s, the café we just passed around the corner.”

Kilic lived in a three-storey house overlooking a small park. Dominic suspected it was an expensive place. Ren hung back when Dominic walked up the steps to the door, which was a shiny blue with polished brass fittings.

He was almost shocked when it opened after he rang the bell. A pretty, dark-haired young woman stood there.

“Yes?”

“Does Miran Kilic live here? He had a brother, Adem, who died.” Better be sure, even though Ren said he lived here.

“Why do you want to know?” She had no accent.

“I’d like to talk to him.”

“Then call him.”

“I don’t have his number.”

“Then he won’t want to talk to you.” She started to close the door and Dominic took a step closer.

“Please. I think he will want to talk to me. My name is Dominic Hammond. I was the man found guilty of killing his brother.”

Her eyes widened and she paled. For a moment Dominic thought she might fall, but she clutched the door frame and straightened.

“What are you doing here? What do you want?” She took her phone from her pocket and her fingers were shaking.

“I just want to talk to Miran. Please.”

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