The garbage truck turned a corner and headed up the road at a cautious twenty miles an hour. The engine was inflicting a scandalous level of noise on the silent street and protested with a roar whenever he tried to accelerate too quickly. It was the only vehicle on the road and its driver took advantage of that fact by jumping from one lane to the other depending on the condition of the road. He passed by several garbage cans that were almost bursting, stopping in front of none of them.
He turned right on Glasworthy Way and continued on until Kingston Hospital. He drove around the building and stopped the truck in front of a back door where several garbage cans were crowded together.
Three guards followed the truck with their eyes as it pulled up and came to a stop. They watched the driver’s door open with a creak and were frozen stiff when they saw a behemoth black man exiting the cab, stuffed into a municipal trash collector’s uniform. They watched him grab the trash cans two by two and easily dump their contents into the back of the truck. The show was over quickly, and when the massive man got back into the truck, the guards noticed the tires flatten a bit under his weight and the truck leaned slightly. The man stuck his hand out the window and waved, and the three guards returned his wave as they walked back to where they’d come from.
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Three blocks away, the garbage truck stopped in front of an SUV parked in an alley. The driver of the garbage truck got out and opened the back door of the SUV, then walked to the back part of the truck, opened the hatch, and rummaged through the trash. He took out an enormous bag and threw it over his shoulder, carried it over to the SUV and deposited it across the back seat. He changed his clothes, got in the SUV and drove off, leaving the garbage truck sitting there.
Twenty minutes later, the man walked into an office building in downtown London with the bag. Jack Kolby was waiting for him in the vestibule.
“Any setbacks?” he asked, exhaling the smoke from his cigar.
From his towering height, the man silently shook his head, indicating there’d been none. Jack tore open the end of the bag and saw Rick’s face, still unconscious.
“Take him down to his room and put him in bed. I have plans for our new acquisition.”
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