Going Gone, Book 2 of the Irish End Games by Susan Kiernan-Lewis Read Free Book Online

forcing himself not to reveal to the fat fuck how he’d gotten to him. “I assume, Chief Constable, that you continue to enjoy the fruits of my labors?”
    The corpulent slug was a frequent, and free, visitor to Denny’s small prostitution ring. A small price to pay, he thought—especially since he wasn’t paying it—to ensure that the grass-roots law and order group in the area that Meyers headed continued to leave him and his lot alone.
    Meyers sighed heavily, as if it pained him to have to tell Denny his news. Denny developed an image in his head of the man swinging from a rope from the center beam of his chicken-processing plant in order to assuage his impatience.
    â€œAbout that little matter we discussed last time…” he said.
    â€œYou’ll have to remind me.”
    â€œYou using kiddies in the factories has got a lot of the women in the area up in arms.”
    â€œFuck ‘em.”
    â€œYeah, well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll respectfully decline. But they’re making enough noise and, well, like I said last time, the whores are another thing, and I really think the women can push this to a point where I don’t think you want it pushed.”
    â€œWhat are you saying, Meyers?” It was all he could do not to pull out the SIG semi-automatic from his desk drawer and put them both out of their misery.
    â€œLook, don’t get me wrong,” Meyers said. “I am a mere tool of the people.” He held his hands out in a helpless gesture. “If the greater good decides to make a move against you…”
    â€œAre you insane? I have an army . Anything you come at me with—”
    â€œDon’t misunderstand, Denny! We are all totally happy with our arrangement. But truth be told, why would you want to fight if you can avoid it? I grant you we wouldn’t win against you, but we’d do some damage. Maybe even shut down the factory for a time. It’s like I told you last time, the women of the district—our wives, mind!—are determined to rescue the poor bitches, who I happen to know for a personal fact give themselves freely to the paying men of the area—”
    â€œIn fact, give themselves to those women’s own husbands and boyfriends.”
    â€œOf course! But saying the women have no power wouldn’t be the truth. And this is what they want. If you make us fight you to appease them, well nobody wins that way.”
    â€œJust for the pleasure of watching you take a knife in the gut, I’m tempted to let your women wage their war against me. I’ll have them working my chicken factory and filling my whore house when the smoke clears.”
    Meyers, wisely, said nothing.
    â€œLet me ask you, Meyers, do you know where I recruit my whores?”
    â€œMy understanding is from your raids on the English villages along the river which were hit the worst by The Crisis, aye? The ones that didn’t re-band or reorganize after it all went down?”
    Denny nodded, narrowing his eyes at the constable. “That’s right. And most of those villages are an easy day’s ride from Correyville.” Denny resisted the urge to feel the twinge of pride at the sound of the name of his town.
    Meyers’s eyes widened as the light behind them clicked on. “You’re thinking of moving your recruitment efforts further afield.”
    â€œIt’s already in process.”
    â€œThat’s brilliant.” Meyers rubbed his hands together at the apparent ease and happy resolution to the problem. “I feel confident the ladies of the district will be much mollified, as long as you leave the English rose alone.”
    â€œSo glad I could help. Is that all?” Denny steepled his hands in front of him on his desk and regarded the Chief Constable. It had taken him all of one hour to come up with the idea after the last visit from the little fear-spewing worm and his veiled