The Hitman - Chapter 3
Hilda’s Off The List
Clouds gathered over Clatpon like vagrants of a dark world looking for the sun . Their unwanted gathering welcomed a sheets of rain to tumble down into puddles for a passing parade of feet to trample through . A depressed shadow slowly draped down over the faces of those walking along the sidewalk .The wind began to howl through the streets of East London . Winter cried out in sorrow to the landlady of time who locked the door to change . People had to face the fact that cold months were on the way and they needed to adjust their lifestyles in order to remain calm and in control of what was to come .
Some of the hardware Harry had asked Joe to get him had arrived . He had also received the Americans passports and the kilo of hash he ordered . The black Lebanese hash helped him to relax in his humble dwelling place .
He lit up a joint and looked out of the window . Then in the silence of the room he let out a scream, like a mad man , to a universe that rejected his fury . On the other side of the window was Rushmore street that was being washed clean by the rain that lashed the concrete in a deluge out there in the dark . He tried to sleep but flashbacks in the loneliness of the night would never allow him to relax for very long . So he would have another joint and tried to stay cool .
When Harry was on the job he kept himself away from people and he often changed his appearance . His vigorous work outs each day helped him to get psyched up for his first job , to terminate Hilda .
He changed the colour of his hair and created a new identity . With the appearance of a half cast dude with bright orange afro hair he called himself Jigger . He grew two long side levers that curved inwards to his mouth and over his upper lip a moustache that saddled his smile . He wore a heavy gold chain around his neck , gold rings on his fingers and bracelets on his wrist . He changed the way he walked into a swagger with a bit of a jig to his step when he walked . His face was coated with a batter like make up that shone like a mannequin at Madame Tussauds .
Resting on the bridge of his nose were a pair of gold spectacles with diamonds set in to the frame . He developed a new accent that was almost West Indian with a cockney slant . Harry was a walking work of art .
It was time for Harry to go to work and Hilda was the first on the list . She had been responsible for the imprisonment of a number of innocent Irish men and women who had been stitched up for various terrorist operations that they had not done .
Her involvement in manufacturing false information and evidence was the key to locking up dozens of wrongly accused people who had been locked up for years in prisons . After an evaluation had been made of her part in these crimes against humanity she had been sentenced to be executed to bring some justification to the victims who had already been paid some compensation after their release from after years of isolation .
An accumulation of new evidence had found its way to the walls of arbitration however those responsible for exploiting the halls of justice walked away free .
The innocent were pardoned and set free but at what cost .
In relation lives lost and families broken money was not enough to heal the hurt there had to be another thing taken into consideration. There was no apology ever given for the miscarriage of justice . The realisation of injustice as it happened cried out to a nation for some action which also never happened and so this was the reason why people like Harry emerge on the streets , to strike a blow and make a statement with an exclamation of anger beyond the expectation of those who had suffered .
Harry parked the car near to where Hilda lived . It looked more like a fortress than a home .She had gone to a lot of trouble to stop people from getting to her front door .
Obviously she lived in fear of the outside world and had every reason to suspect there would be people looking to get even with her .
Harry parked the car nearby and observed the daily activity that went on. She never left the house and apart from the postman, a few friends and a music teacher , the only other regular activity was the grocery van that delivered her shopping . She ordered on line and had her groceries delivered every Wednesday evening . Now he had the pass key he needed to get inside her house unsuspected .
Some of the information he was given about her gave him the way that she would be killed . Hilda was an insulin dependant diabetic and his plan was to over assist her by administering far too much of that medication . The result would be fatal for her and the forensic investigations afterwards would determine an accidental overdose of insulin .
The first part of the operation was for Harry to hijack the delivery van , kill the driver and afterwards fake a crash scene and the burnt remains within .
Harry followed the grocery van for a few weeks to see the route the driver took . He always stopped for a meal break before he got to Hilda’s house . It was fortunate that the regular driver was the same build as Harry so his clothes would fit perfectly . He always ordered the same snack . Chicken and some chips with some soft drink . He never finished the soft drink he would always take it back to the van , take a few sips ,
get on his mobile phone , take another few sips , have a cigarette and finish the drink before continuing to do his deliveries .
Harry could easily make an approach and quickly snap his neck and take over the delivery run and drive away to deliver Hilda’s groceries with a special insulin shot as a bonus .
The afterwards in the dark of the night he would drive the van towards a telegraph pole tree , jump out and finally douse it with petrol and set it alight .
He had to obtain some insulin in case there was not enough at Hilda’s place so he walked into a pharmacy and spoke to the lady there .
“Good morning , I’m have a Type 1 diabetes and have an emergency prescription for Nova Rapid , do you have that in stock .”
“I‘ll just go and have a look for you .“ She replied and Harry smiled and responded . .
“Thank you for your trouble.“
He watched her as she took a key that was hanging from cupboard and with that she opened a locked door of a medicine cabinet . She returned and said ,
“ We have plenty in stock . Can I see your prescription .”
Harry started to go through his pockets and pretended to be embarrassed .
‘ Oh no , silly me I’ve left it in my other coat pocket .Terribly sorry to cause you all this trouble .“
“No problem , call in when you can .“
Harry left and returned to his flat . After something to eat he packed a bag with various things . Break in and break out gloves . Some tools to cut through the roof and a rope ladder to get in and out .
Harry wanted to get the insulin that night so he could put Hilda out of the way as he still had another two other hits to do after her and wanted to return to Belfast to his other life as Chief editor of the Telegraph .
The phone rang in the flat . Harry lifted the handset .
‘Hello can I help you ?”
“It’s Joe Harry .Did you get all the gear ok ?”
“Yeah Joe . The last item arrived today. A nice touch of angel dust and block hash .‘
“Thought you might enjoy that . Did the orange afro wig fit you ok “? Joe asked .
“Perfect fit Joe . Looks like it grew there by itself .“ Harry said
“I’d love to be there to see it on you. What about the flares and suede jacket ”
Joe said .
“I’m dressed to kill Joe.” Harry said .
“Sounds Sexy .” Joe replied .
“That’s enough of that , You’re talking like a whore Joe .” Harry said Joe laughed and then replied .
“ Some extra funds have been deposited into your Piccadilly account Harry.”
‘ That’s good to know . Tell them I appreciate that . Who ever they are .“ Harry said.
‘When are you going to put Hilda to rest .?” Joe asked and Harry replied .
“Put it this way . I won’t rest now until the job is done and don’t say you’d love to be there to see it . Ok Joe , take it easy now . “
“See you Harry . Keep in touch .“
Harry took the grip bag and left the flat . He drove in the darkness of the night and parked near the pharmacy where he climbed up on the roof . He put on his break in gloves and used a crowbar to lift some tiles and then he cut a hole underneath large enough for him to slip inside . He lowered the rope ladder down from the ceiling to the floor and climbed down into the shop . Immediately he set off the alarm but was cool and calm and quickly opened the medications cabinet removing the insulin he needed . He also removed the morphine to make it look like a drug addict had been responsible for the robbery . Up the ladder he went like a squirrel up a tree before hibernation time and as the police arrived Harry had already driven off from the scene . He was gripped by the sense of success and was soon back home .
He placed the insulin on the table and loaded some bullets into a gun and said .
‘Just in case the insulin don’t work . These bullets are for you Hilda “
He placed the gun beside the insulin in the table .
The next morning Harry put everything into a bag . He looked in the mirror and put on his best smile and said .
“You’re going to drop dead when you see me Hilda.“
He picked up his coat and keys and headed off towards the fast food restaurant and waited for the delivery driver to show up .
Like a hungry wolf waiting for his prey he sat . The delivery van arrived and the driver got out . Harry made his way to where the driver always parked the van in an out of the way spot so as no one would see it there as he was supposed to be on the job and not having a meal break .
When the driver returned to the van Harry grabbed him and snapped his neck like a piece of chalk then placed him into the back of the van . He removed his uniform and put it on . He checked the order list for Hilda’s shopping and put it up front as the next delivery . He drove off through the traffic was soon at his destination . He pressed the intercom buzzer at the front gate and spoke
”Good morning. I have the groceries you ordered .“
Harry said and the reply came .,.
”You’re not the usual driver who comes. “
“Yeah I know . He rang in sick , said he has flu .“ Harry said.
‘Ok, I’ll open the gate .“
The gate opened and Harry drove in to the driveway . Guard dogs walked around the van . Hilda opened the door and blew a whistle and the dogs all lay down quietly on the ground .
“Come inside they won’t hurt you. ” She said .
Harry brought in the bag of groceries and asked of he could use the toilet . She told him where it was . Harry was checking for cameras . He spotted a few in all the rooms except the bathroom and that was where he would kill her . He dropped a vase on the bathroom floor and called out for help . Hilda came running in to see what the problem was . Harry was waiting behind the door and as soon as she came into the bathroom and toilet he grabbed her and put her to the ground . He placed his knee in her back and pulled her head backwards then put a gag in her mouth . She struggled for breath . Harry tied her hands behind her back then cuffed her feet before sitting her upright with her back to the wall .
Harry had the smell of fear and had felt in a killing mood but he wanted her to know why this was happening . From the bag of groceries he took an envelope .
He returned to the bathroom and showed her photos of all the people she had put into prison . One by one he mentioned their names and told her .
“Hilda Horneman . Born London 1972 and died alone in her home from an accidental overdose of insulin . You have robbed people of their right to life and now you are going to pay with your own life .”
She struggled and tried to scream but Harry continued .
“Someone will find your body lying here on the bathroom floor . Maybe it will be one of your dogs that I let in before I leave .“
He prepared a number of syringes with insulin he drew up and one by one he injected her until she lay still upon the floor . He checked her vital signs to ensued she was dead and took picture of her dead body on the floor . He removed her clothing and placed her in the shower and turned on the water and left .
He took the remote for the front gates and drove away towards a safe remote place where he drove the van at speed into a tree . Jumping out before the collision . He took off the drivers uniform and got dressed into his own clothes then dragged the driver into the front seat and doused him and all the van with petrol before putting a match to it . Then he walked away and made his way back to where his car was parked and drove home .
On the fridge he crossed Hilda’s name off the list and sat down and rolled a joint of hash and drifted off into a place without thought or movement .
End of Chapter 3
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