The Pope Of Comber

Chapter 2

Location, Location, Location

Present day, the outskirts of Comber, County of DownNorthern Ireland.

The Manor House looked impressive even from a distance as their black Range Rover deluxe pulled up just slightly before the main-gates.

'Sure looks good from here?' Jane Downs announced from the back seat to the driver Bill Hardy, and his fellow front seat passenger Dwight Johnson.

'Well, Golly-gee...that's a dam beau...if ever I saw one!' Dwight said in his colourful Texas accent.

'Yeah we got to see this baby for sure...just know the Boss will love it' Bill said as he held his hands up in front of him making a picture frame with his thumbs and forefingers.

'Yeah' 'Really photogenic' He added before placing his hands back on the wheel.

'You think anyone's home?' Jane asked expectancy.

'Yeah...well its only 10am...can't see anyone around here...but there seems to be an intercom over there on the side pillar of the gate' Bill said thumbing in the direction of the device with one hand still on the wheel.

Before they could say another word Jane was already out the back door of the vehicle. 'It will take a woman's touch this time boys' she said in a cheeky tone as she shut the door behind her. She stood for a second in front of the intercom it was small in size, but beautifully formed, as Bill would often say. Jane's dark jet-black shoulder length hair sat perfectly on her shoulders. She was wearing a black trouser-suit and a white blouse with black highly polished shoes on her petite feet. She looks every part the true and confident professional that she was.

She pushed the button on the intercom. A buzz came from the small speaker must be working she thought to herself. She waited for what seems like forever. Nothing!

She turned and shrugged her shoulders 'Well looks like nobody's home?' she sighed towards the boys who were still sitting in the car.

'Wh.....Who's...? Fuc...there?' a stammering male voice broke the silence. The voice sounded rough and boorish. It spat out from the small speaker with a thick layer of contempt and malice.

Jane face looked bemused she looked rather startled by the voice.

She slowly turned towards the intercom. She seemed unsure of what she should do next. Then she looked over at the Bill and Dwight for some reassurance. They both stayed silence merely nodding their heads in unison towards her.

'Well...who...the...fuc's...there?' the stuttering voice seemed to have got even louder the venom of it caused Jane to jump backwards. She looked as if she was close too tears.

She slowly lifted her hand extending her finger towards the button on the intercom. By the look on her face you would think she was about to touch a livewire or have her finger bitten off by a wild animal. But nonetheless she nervously pressed the button, composing herself as best she could.

'Hello...my name is Jane Downs...I'm a representative from an entertainment company called Joseph Willness....'

Before she could continue the voice barked back with evil cutting aggression.

'Jehovah's...Witness...Jehovah's...WISEARSE....Yer know what ye can...do...with that...Fuc...Watchtower...ye can roll it up...and shove...it up...your ARSE...SO...BUG...GER O...FF!' Then intercom suddenly crackled too silence. The voice had a notable Stutter to it. A hateful and spiteful tone all three of them have never heard anything quite like it before. Not in this sweet and pleasant land of Northern Ireland.