Free Limit of Exploitation by Rod Bowden Page B

well, you, or rather your niece, is in the shit neck deep and securing her release will be no easy task. You know who you’re dealing with don’t you?”
    “Yeah, an organised crime ring, the Zemun Clan.”
    “Actually they’re a Serbian Mafia based in Belgrade and they have a long reach. Their members are principally Ex Serb Soldiers with little in the way of morals. This will be quite a safari John.”
    Phil jumps in. “We’ve dealt with Serbs and Kosovars before ya know Sam. This isn’t our first Rodeo.”
    Sam ignores the remark; she keeps her eyes on John. “Fine.”
    Jack senses the tension in the room. “And this guy Miroslav Sam, how does he fit into all this?”
    Sam slips into geek briefing mode. “Miroslav Nikolic was an officer in Arkans Tigers during the civil war in Kosovo. His family didn’t survive the bloodletting, so after NATO rocked up on the scene he moved to Serbia proper and became a senior member of the Zemun Clan. His job in life these days is the importation and distribution of Afghan Heroin into the UK, and then on throughout Europe and the US.”
    “I like him already. How big is the Zemun’s footprint here?”
    “Like everything else in life Jack, crime has been globalised. Mafia’s like the Zemun are involved in arms trafficking, people trafficking, money laundering and racketeering. Name your pie; they’ll have a finger in it.” She looks at each of them in turn. “They have weapons, they have technical and they know how to employ both.”
    She turns back to John. “Now, tell me more about this office in Bishopsgate.”
    “Eastern Logistics? I reckon it’s a front for moving Zemun drugs into the UK.”
    Sam considers that. “Entirely possible. And this storage unit in Deptford? You think maybe that’s where they’re holding the girl?”
    John feels all eyes on him. “Right now it’s a possible, that’s all. The office is definitely a no though.”
    Sam paces the room, processing information. “I suggest we have a chat with this Senka woman you told me about before we do anything else.”
    Phil is not having that. “Eh? Fuck off, she’ll go straight back to her boss’s and we’ll be blown.”
    Sam gets missile lock on Phil. He’s already starting to piss her off and they both know it. She turns back to John.
    “Think about it, because I have. Senka comes to see your sister, Miroslav has not sent her, she goes on her own and offers help. Why’s she doing that?”
    A silence descends as the cogs turn. Sam looks at each of the men in turn.
    “Come on guy’s, she’s after something. All this “I’m your only friend” and “we’ll both get what we want”? This chick is running her own agenda. She wants something all right, and I bet you she sees this kidnap as her opportunity of getting it. Whatever ‘it’ may be.”
    John sits up. “Something in exchange for Emma’s release?”
    “Possibly. This is a K&R scenario after all. We’ve had the Kidnap, but any sign of a ransom demand?”
    “No, fuck all.”
    “Right, nothing, and it’s been how long now? Not even Senka has made any demands on her visits.”
    Jack idly watches Syrian rebels on the plasma giving it max with an RPG. “Not yet she hasn’t.”
    “And my gut instinct says she won’t, not till the time is right anyway, or she would have done it by now.”
    Sam leans back on the wall. “John, look at me, think. Why has there been no ransom demand?”
    The penny drops. “Because they have no intention of letting her go.”
    Sam slowly nods. “Correct. These fuckers already have the only thing of value to your sister; she has nothing else to give. All this crap about running more gear to work off the debt? Its just that, crap.”
    Jack leans forward. “Sam’s right. Lets get hold of Senka and drag her in for a hot fucking debrief.”
    “No. Give her the hard word and you’ll just scare her off, and any lead we might have to Emma’s location.”
    “So what do you suggest?”
    “We set