Freddy didn't receive any news about the raid until a day later, that was when Vincent King wheeled himself into the office.
'How's business,' said the wheelchair bound man.
'Dead,' Freddy replied drolly.
'We might be sending some work your way soon,' said Vincent, smugly. 'The war is going really well for us! Too well in fact. It won't be long now until The King and the New Yorkers own Fenwick one and whole. You have heard about the raid of course?'
'No? Why? What happened?'
'The Brazilians sent a whole army over to our distillery to burn it down,' said Vincent. 'Well during the raid some fine and fair soul out there probably in on the business ratted them out to the police! The police swooped in and netted the WHOLE lot of them! Except one...'
EXCEPT ONE????? OKAY...
It was time for Freddy to buckle up and prepare his ears probably for some VERY bad news.
'Do we know who escaped?' said Freddy.
'Yes. Unfortunately it was their boss, Corta Almoço.'
BRILLIANT! FANTASTIC! MARVELLOUS!
"The wonders of the Police Force!" Freddy was thinking. "What would regular people in the streets ever do without them? I just handed them the perfect opportunity to net the Brazilian Gang in one go ending nearly all of the troubles in town and they allow the most dangerous man IN THE WORLD to escape!"
Freddy was angry and rightly so.
He was also very scared as well...
And he had a good right to feel that way as well!
'Do we know anything about Corta?' said Freddy cautiously.
'All that we know is that he is on the warpath and looking for blood!'
MARVELLOUS!
The situation could not have worked out more badly not even if Freddy had strategically planned it to be so.
When Freddy returned to his flat he found a letter waiting for him pinned to the front door of his funeral planning business.
The message read in bold and clear words:
YOUR FAMILY IS IN DANGER!
Freddy could only think of one thing.
Corta was going to go after Bolly!
Freddy had to be brave, and bravery was not a quality that came naturally to him not ever. But now the time had com e for him to step up and step out and face his enemy.
Freddy had to be brave, and bravery was not a quality that came naturally to him not ever. But now the time had com e for him to step up and step out and face his enemy.
Grabbing a nearby shovel as a defence weapon - his business had plenty of the things lying around - he rushed over to Bolly's place expecting to find the worst.
All the signs were there...
The front door was unlocked.
Inside there was a mess, trashed furniture, visible signs of a very violent encounter.
Things were looking very bad so far very bad indeed...
And then somehow the universe took it upon itself to make the situation even more terrible - for there lying on the floor and covered in his own blood was the dead body of Corta Almoço with Bolly stand over him with a bread knife in her hands!
Freddy was so shocked and horrified by what the saw that he could find no words to speak, at least not right away. His feeble brain required time to process the madness of the situation.
So Bolly spoke first:
'I had to kill him!' she said.
'Bloody hell Bolly what have you done!' said Freddy scratching his head and looking around frantically as if hoping some door might open up to lead him into another dimension where everything was safe and wonderful and things worked out for the best.
That door did not open, sadly for Freddy.
'He disrespected me,' Bolly continued speaking in an angry voice. 'He called me a cheater! He said I was sleeping with his brother. I had to stab him Freddy. It was the only way.'
'Okay, let's try not to panic here,' said Freddy. 'I think there is a way that we can deal with this. We have just got to get rid of the body that's all. The man was a murderer and a monster no one will miss him. Wait one moment, Bolly. I am going to phone my uncle and ask him to come over. He is a grave digger and understandably very handing with this kind of thing. He will help us out!'
Uncle Lucien finally turned up and when he saw the dead body he shook his head and looked like he was ready to turn around and walk back out again.
'Whatever this is I am not getting involved,' he said glumly.
'I need your help!'
'I am going to guess you need help burying this here stiff, right? Well you can forget it. I am not going to help you to do this.'
'Don't be stupid! Burying bodies is our trade! Digging them up and putting them down - we have been doing it for years. What's the difference now?'
'The bodies that we bury have usually been dead a few days. This one here is looking very fresh,' Lucien replied. 'I am going to guess that right now we are looking at a crime scene? If that is the case then, as it very much appears to be, I don't want to get involved!'
'I need your help, uncle. We need to get this body out of here! If we don't then Bolly is going to end up going to prison.'
'Rather her than me.'
'Please. Lucien! I have never asked a lot from you over the years. But if there was ever a time in life I needed you to help me it is now. Please! We are family.'
Uncle Lucien stuck to his guns as it were and said 'No.'
'You were always a wicked self-serving cold hearted bastard!' Freddy returned angrily.
Uncle Lucien shrugged his shoulders and replied saying, 'Why are you have a crack at me for? Your crazy wife killed the man not me. I am too old to go to prison. This is your mess so you clean it up. Beside you know me, I can't bend my back to save my life. So how do you expect me to help you carry a corpse about?'
'We have done it before. When we dug up that body for the Kings and carried it around in public. It was as heavy as heck! But we still did it. We can do this now.'
'Maybe we could. Maybe we couldn't. I don't want to know either way. I am too old for this kind of nonsense, Freddy boy. I just want to make money and live out my last few days of life in peace.'
And with that good old Uncle Lucien left the scene.
Right. That was no good. Freddy had to think up another plan...
He decided to take a risk and phone the Kings.
He had to do it. He needed help to shift the body and Freddy was totally out of options now Lucien had graciously chose to abandon him in his hour of need.
Frank King turned up half an hour later and witnessed the same scene as everyone else who had been inside the flat that morning, a dead Corta stretched out on the floor covered in his own blood and Bolly standing there with the bloody knife in her bloody hands.
'Now this looks bad,' was the first thing Frank said when he saw the corpse.
'It is beyond bad,' Freddy replied. 'We have to get rid of this damn body! I don't want Bolly to go to prison. I love her too much! I have to help her. She is my wife.'
'Fine! I will help,' Frank replied calmly. 'We will keep our operation (operation?????) low key. We won't involve New York. If they find out what's been going on they will be the first to go in guns blazing! If that was to happen there is a real good chance they might mistake Bolly for a violent lunatic and she might be put down by a bullet or two...'
'Put down? That is my wife you are talking about!'
'Sorry Freddy. Poor choice of language there. I never did well in English at school. What I mean to say is that if the Italians turn up and see all this mess, a dead body, blood everywhere and a crazy looking lady armed with a knife and covered in gore they might just think she is... you know... a psychopath and decide to shoot her to protect their own lives. So we can't have that. So this is what we are going to do. I am going to call in a man I know. He works for my solicitor Dick Saggers. He will get Bolly out of here and take her somewhere safe. After that he will tidy up all the bloody mess. All that we have to do for now is get rid of the body.'
'I know the perfect place to put it...' said Freddy slyly.
It was time to take a trip down to the park!
Corta had dug the hole in the park to put Freddy in, and now Freddy was going to put the monster in instead. O what irony!
Freddy and Frank heaved the dead Brazilian warlord into the hole and covered him up in mud. Finally the terror was over.
'The world is a better place after today,' said Frank wiping his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. 'And we have your precious and beautiful Bolly to thank for it. You have married a good woman there, Freddy.'
Freddy thanked his friend for his kind words.
'Now that Corta is finally dead what does that mean for business?' said Freddy. 'I mean this is a momentous occasion. This dreadful man was our main enemy, Frank. He was at the heart of the war!'
'I will tell you what it means,' Frank replied coolly. 'It means that we have finally achieved peace! This truly is the end of the fighting. The Brazilians are all in jail. The Irish are broken up. It's over Freddy. The fighting is done. And we have won. The day is ours. Now we control Fenwick. The whole town is ours!'
'I need to tell you something Frank. Something serious.'
'Go ahead, Freddy. My ears are yours. After what we have just done today nothing else in the world could shock me!'
'I was the one who called the police on the Brazilians. Corta kidnapped me the other day. Made all kinds of threats against my life. He told me he was going to attack the distillery. I knew what he was going to do! That is why I made the call!'
'You mean to say you set him up?'
'Yes. Sort of...Kind of sort of yes I did I guess.'
'Bloody hell Freddy! My man! Let me shake your hand! You are a hero! You saved my empire and destroyed my enemy! I want forget this, Freddy. I am going to look after you. You will find yourself a guest in my home anytime! In fact I insist you return with me to my place and we toast the day. I have a glass of G-Juice to put your way if you are interested?'
'I am more than interested thank you Frank,' Freddy replied soberly. 'I need the Juice. I am shook! Look at me! I am literally shaking!'
'War will do that to you Freddy,' Frank replied drolly. 'Now let us be away from this horrid place and give our livers the chance to do battle with the Juice!'
The two men spat in unison on the shallow grave and returned home to enjoy that drink.
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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