บท 320: Chapter 320
Erik got in the Alfa Romeo Spider and took a deep breath.
"How could you do this again? How!!" He screamed, punching the steering wheel and closing his eyes. He needed to get himself together. He needed to get to the palace, get his father involved and clean this up. They would have to get rid of the body, confiscate the surveillance cameras in the hotel. This could be covered up. He would be fine.
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"Angela! So glad to hear you are alright. We have been worried sick." Fi said. The escort had called her to give them the affirmative on everything going as planned. He had left in a hurry and was sure to be on the road.
"He mumbled something about his father before he left." She said.
"Thank you, so much." Fi said.
"It was my pleasure. I saw the rage inside of that man. If I helped prevent more women from being hurt, it was more than worth it." She said, touching the swelling already forming on her face.
She hung up and got into the shower, bagging up the dress to bring to the warehouse. She cleaned up the blood the best she could, grabbed the Polaroids she took while she laying in her blood looking dead, put on her blonde wig, gathered her things and left the room.
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"First phase confirmed." Sebastian texted to Pearl. Now things began to get tense. Would he come to her? Would he go to the palace? Would the next step go as planned?
She bit her nails and paced the floor.
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It was ten minutes to Buckingham palace. Erik was just about to pull in when he remembered what day it was. March 16th, he thought. St. Patrick's day was tomorrow and his parents were in Ireland.
"God dammit!" Erik shouted. He needed his father. Should he call him? No. He knew where he was. He would fly there. London city airport was 9 miles away. He would take the jet. It would also give him an alibi. He pulled out of the drive and headed toward the airport.
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"He is headed to the airport, on schedule." Q said, motioning to Bash and the rest of the team. M was with the police actors, in position along side the road. He was there to administer the brute force that was required.
Erik's car flew past them and they followed, turning on their lights.
"Showtime." Q said.
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"Fuck" Erik said, pulling over. He stopped along the road. One of the actors approached the car.
Erik immediately began to tell them that he was the prince of England and that he was aware he was speeding but he was late to meet his parents in Ireland.
"Please step out of the car." The actor said. Erik exited the vehicle and looked at the actor. "My father is the king of England. I'm sure going a few miles over the speed limit isn't something we need to worry him with." Erik said.
"I didn't pull you over for speeding, your highness." The actor said, sounding spot on. He looked down at the blood on Erik's hands so Erik would see him do it.
"Then why on earth would you pull me over?" Erik asked, putting his hands in his pockets. Another car approached with the lights on. M exited the vehicle with another actor.
"I need you to turn around sir, and slowly place your hands behind your back."
"Like bloody hell I'm going to do that. I am Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the heir apparent to the British throne." Erik said.
"You're also a person of interest regarding a dead hooker found at The Bailey's Hotel not ten minutes ago. There is an APB out on this car and on you." The actor said.
"What?" Erik asked. How could anyone have known this fast? He thought.
"Apparently you were seen leaving with blood on your person. It raised alarm. And when they went to the room you had been seen leaving, they found a body. We are taking you in for questioning, your highness. You are under arrest." He said, attempting to place handcuffs on him while read him his Miranda rights.
"Like hell I am. I'm not going anywhere with you." Erik said, moving to his door and attempting to open it.
"Sir, you don't want to do that" M said.
"Watch me." Erik said, opening the door. And with that, M hit him on the back of the head, rendering him unconscious.
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