Isaac knew that whenever a villain was contrite, it meant something else. The man had said that others would not let him leave alive, but why?
‘Before we can help you, we need to know why they want you dead, and why did you return to this country illegally?’
‘I needed to make peace with Nicolae Cojocaru.’
‘A phone call would have sufficed. What happened at Ivanov’s place in France? You went in but never came out.’
‘I am out now, and I am willing to tell you what you need to know.’
‘The truth?’
‘All of it.’
‘Then let’s start with what happened in France.’
‘Cojocaru shot me.’
‘Why?’
‘Because Stanislav Ivanov wanted proof of his loyalty.’
‘An unusual way to test a person.’
‘Not with the Bratva. I cannot blame Cojocaru.’
‘Would you have done the same?’
‘With a gun to my head if I didn’t?’
‘That’s not an answer. I’ll repeat the question. Would you have shot Cojocaru if the positions had been reversed?’
‘Yes, and so would you.’
Isaac ignored the man’s attempt at justification. ‘Have you killed a man before?’
‘In self-defence.’
‘In England?’
‘Never. Nicolae Cojocaru was always careful to ensure that we trod lightly with breaking the law.’
‘Was the man importing drugs into this country?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then you are guilty of more than a passport violation.’
‘My job was to protect him, not to become involved in his business.’
‘Yet you stayed in France and now the man is dead. What do you say about this?’
‘I failed in my duty.’
‘And France?’
‘What could I do? I either sided with Ivanov or I was dead. Cojocaru would have taken the shot, and I would not have been wearing a bulletproof vest.’
‘Your story makes no sense,’ Larry said.
‘Then release me, and I will chance my luck on the street.’
‘Ivanov has not committed murder in this country. Why is your life in danger?’
‘If you guarantee that I will be protected and you will deport me to Romania, then I will tell you all.’
‘Including how you killed Marcus Hearne?’
‘I didn’t kill him and you can’t prove that I did.’
Isaac could see that they were hitting the proverbial brick wall. A conviction for Ion Becali was based on the testimony of an illegal migrant, not on forensic evidence. A smart lawyer would have argued that Ion Becali wanting to see Ivanov was not unreasonable and there was no proof that his intent had been murderous. Men such as Ivanov, men as rich as Midas, received requests all the time from people down on their luck.
‘Then who killed Hearne?’ Larry asked. ‘We can’t help you if you don’t cooperate.’
‘I was wrong to come in here. I want to leave this country; not admit to a murder I did not commit.’
‘Tell us about the meeting. What happened?’
‘I don’t know. I was not there.’
‘Let me come back to Becali. Did he kill Marcus Hearne?’
‘If I say he did, you will keep me in this country.’
‘As a witness.’
‘What life is that for me? I will be on the street and Ivanov will have me killed.’
After one hour of questioning, a break in the proceedings. Antonescu asked for a pizza, which was duly delivered to the police station. Isaac and Larry went back to Homicide, and Larry phoned Annie O’Carroll in Ireland.
‘What do you have?’ Larry said after he had updated her.
‘Unreliable witnesses, a possible man on Buckley’s street twenty minutes before he was shot.’
‘Possible?’
‘Someone was taking selfies with an iPhone. There’s a man in the background. The time’s right, but we can’t recognise him.’
‘Short, stocky?’
‘We’ve been through this before,’ the Irish police officer said.
‘Humour me.’
‘Very well. The man that we have is short, but we’ve been through the faces you sent before. Came up with nothing.’
‘Okay, try this. Blond, hair cut short, not as stocky as before.’
‘It’s probable, but it’s an image from an iPhone, not in focus either.’
‘We’ve got Brigitte checking through the flights to Ireland and the ferries crossing the Irish Sea. Any chance for you to check with the car rental companies in Dublin?’
‘We checked before, went nowhere.’
‘That was before. We’ve got one man for attempted murder, another at Challis Street who’s claiming to be innocent. He was thought to be dead, but here he is, and he’s altered his appearance. A thug, as bad as they get, and not too bright. If he were in Ireland, he could have made a mistake. Check the clubs, pubs, anywhere a degenerate could get to, and the man’s accent is strong, so he would probably stand out.’
‘Briganti’s?’
‘It’s possible he’s involved. We don’t know how long he’s been on Ivanov’s team, but they’ve dumped him now. Probably trying to distance Ivanov from Cojocaru’s death, but why they left Antonescu on the street, we’re not sure. It seems to be an error on their part, and Ivanov doesn’t make many errors, but if it wraps up the murder investigations, then we’ll pursue it at all costs. Annie, bring in whoever you can and let’s get this man.’
‘Send me an updated photo.’
‘Five minutes and you’ll have it. We can’t hold the man for long. He’s here voluntarily.’
Isaac phoned Gordon Windsor. ‘Any updates on Cojocaru?’
‘The man’s with Pathology, but they’ll not be able to tell you much more. We’ve not found any clear evidence at the murder scene, other than a blond hair.’
‘Is it with Forensics?’
‘It is. Significant?’
‘Test it against Crin Antonescu. You should have a sample of his DNA.’
‘Should we? I don’t think so, not unless he’s on our database.’
‘Very well. Send one of your people down to Homicide, and we’ll get you a sample.’
***
Crin Antonescu, who in an act of desperation had willingly walked into Challis Street Police Station, now found himself charged with the murder of Nicolae Cojocaru. Not that the proof was certain, Isaac knew that, but they needed Antonescu’s DNA to move forward. With an arrest, the man would be forced to comply.
The sample was with Forensics within the hour, a swab from inside the man’s mouth, a strand of hair. Antonescu had complained, but legally he had no option.
Back in his cell, the Romanian sat quietly, taking his meals when they came, and asking for coffee every twenty minutes. Isaac and Larry looked at the man on the camera in the cell, unable to make any sense of a villain who came into a police station uninvited. It was behaviour they had not experienced before; the assumption was that he was more frightened of Ivanov than of the police. That was understandable, but why had he returned to England, why not go somewhere else? Ivanov frightened Isaac and Larry. The man was distinguished, and some would say charismatic, and the general view of the populace was that he was a man who had made good in the new Russia.
Oscar Braxton was over from Serious and Organised Crime Command. He was sensing a victory of sorts, but not total. ‘We’ll never get Ivanov,’ he said.
‘Any worth in talking to him again?’ Isaac said. The three, including Larry, were sitting in Isaac’s office.
‘He’ll not admit to anything, and Becali outside his house is circumstantial. Damning to Becali and to us, but Ivanov will have the best legal minds with him. He’ll come out clean, and if he was behind Briganti’s and Cojocaru’s death, where is the connection?’
‘Leave him for now, focus on wrapping up the murders. Any word from Inspector O’C
arroll?’ Isaac said, directing his glance over to Larry.
‘Not yet. She’s trying, but there’s no forensics to back it up. We may get Antonescu for Cojocaru, but not for Buckley, even if he’s guilty.’
A phone call from Gordon Windsor, a look of relief on Isaac’s face. ‘Bring Antonescu back up. We’ve made the connection to Cojocaru. He’s already been charged, but this time it’s up to him to see if he’s willing to admit to the crime and whether he’s willing to implicate others.’
Chapter 28
Annie O’Carroll phoned from Ireland. The indications were that Antonescu had been in Ireland, although the photo, enhanced as best as it could be, was not good enough to be proof positive. It appeared that the murder of Buckley would remain without a convicted murderer, although there was no doubt about who was responsible.
Antonescu sat in the interview room once more. Klaus Ponta, who had represented Becali, sat to his side, the charged man having relented about the need for a lawyer.
‘Mr Antonescu, you’ve been charged with the murder of Nicolae Cojocaru. Is there anything you want to say in your defence?’ Isaac said.
‘Your evidence is circumstantial,’ Ponta said. ‘My client has not admitted to the crime.’
Isaac respected Ponta; the man was just doing his job.
‘It’s not, and with added focus, we’ll find more evidence. We’re also certain that Antonescu shot Inspector Ryan Buckley in Ireland. Your client, if he is not able to offer an alternative explanation of why he was at Cojocaru’s penthouse, and why he was in Ireland, will stand trial.’
‘I didn’t do it,’ Antonescu said. He slammed the table with his fist, almost causing a glass of water that Larry had brought into the room to topple off and onto the floor.
‘There are unresolved questions,’ Isaac said. ‘The first is what did Inspector Buckley find out from Seamus Gaffney that condemned him? And who did he tell it to? The fact that he wasn’t killed by Mr Antonescu indicates that Gaffney either hadn’t revealed what he knew or that Buckley killed him first. Antonescu, what do you have to say?’
‘Ion Becali killed Buckley. Seamus Gaffney had dirt on Cojocaru, not Ivanov. I wasn’t involved,’ Antonescu said.
‘But you know the story?’
‘I’m not saying anything. All I know is that Gaffney was trying to blackmail Cojocaru and that Becali killed Buckley.’
‘It wasn’t Becali. We can trace his movements at the time of Buckley’s death; yours, we can’t.’
‘My client has no more to say,’ Ponta said.
‘Let’s move on,’ Isaac said. He was feeling increasingly comfortable with the situation. Oscar Braxton was listening in from another room, as was Richard Goddard.
‘To where?’
‘Marcus Hearne.’
‘The black man,’ Antonescu said sneeringly.
‘Do you have an issue with people of colour?’
‘Not me. I knew him, didn’t like him, although I suppose you did.’
Isaac could tell that the Romanian was racist, not that it impacted the investigation, unless it was a motive.
‘Cojocaru attempted to bring the West Indian gangs in, the reason that four of their leaders accepted his hospitality. Claude Bateman, Devon Harris and Jeremy Miller made it to the meeting, Hearne didn’t. Why?’
‘I’ll not answer that question.’
‘Because you can’t, or you don’t want to?’
‘My client has been charged with one murder. We will address the falsehood of that, not other purported crimes,’ Ponta said.
‘Dead in a ditch is not purported,’ Larry said.
‘To you it’s important, but not to my client who is innocent. He is concerned with a false accusation against him. He came to this police station, not to be charged with murder, but for assistance. He is fearful for his life, and now you have jeopardised it further.’
‘Why?’
‘Nicolae Cojocaru has powerful friends in Romania. They will not take his death lightly.’
‘The man had no friends in Romania. He was a social pariah, convicted of crimes in absentia, derided by the villains there. Let’s not pretend otherwise. The man’s dead and no one is going to miss him.’
‘Then someone did you a favour,’ Antonescu said.
‘They did, but it’s still murder, and you did it.’
‘Gentlemen, this is going nowhere,’ Ponta said. ‘Mr Antonescu wants to help, but with a murder charge against him, he is reluctant to say more. If an accommodation could be made, then it may be possible that he can further assist.’
‘We can’t grant him immunity from prosecution, not for murder,’ Isaac said.
‘Then he has no more to say.’
***
‘What can Antonescu do against us?’ Gennady Peskov asked. He was in Ivanov’s house, a glass of whisky in his hand, the same as Ivanov.
Ivanov touched the plaster on his head, felt a slight pain as he applied pressure. Apart from that he felt fine, although he realised that his mental acumen was still not up to speed. He had erred with Antonescu, underestimated the stupidity of the man.
‘Antonescu can do nothing against me,’ Ivanov said. ‘You allowed him to be arrested. What do you intend to do?’
‘But you commanded me to tell him to kill Cojocaru.’
‘And then you were meant to kill Antonescu and to ensure his body was never found. Why didn’t you?’
‘It was planned. He may have sensed that others were coming for him.’
‘He sensed nothing. He is just a mindless thug. The same as you, Gennady Peskov, have proven to be.’
‘I gave instructions for him to be killed after he left Cojocaru’s.’
‘You are not the mastermind, I am. I entrusted you with more responsibility after you stayed by my side in the hospital, but it appears that my weakness in crediting you with brains was a mistake.’
‘I will discipline those that have failed us.’
‘Failed you. Can your command be tied back to you, to me? Can these men be trusted again?’
‘Not in this country.’
‘Then they must leave immediately. Where are they now?’
‘They are nearby.’
‘A plane is waiting for them, make sure they are on it. I want them out of England within two hours, is that clear?’
‘And what of me?’
‘You will stay. You will protect me at all costs, even your own life. But you are a fool. I will need to keep a watch on you from now on.’
‘I will not let you down,’ Peskov said.
‘If you do, I will not be so generous the next time,’ Ivanov said. He knew that he was not generous, only astute. Gennady Peskov, for all his faults, was the one man who would stand between him and a bullet.
In another part of London, a group of police officers discussed the situation.
‘Marcus Hearne?’
‘Becali or Antonescu, probably both,’ Isaac said.
‘Ivanov is still free,’ Larry said.
‘And will remain so,’ Oscar Braxton said. ‘He’s taken on a couple of Queen’s Counsels to protect him legally, and a PR company to deflect the negative publicity that’s stuck to him. Expect to see more of Ivanov at charitable functions in the next month or so, overly-generous donations as well. We can’t beat him, not while money speaks.’
‘Briganti’s?’ Wendy said.
‘It still needs to be solved. Marcus Hearne knew something, or Cojocaru couldn’t trust him, not after he was speaking to me,’ Larry said.
‘He’s not the first person who’s given you information that has died,’ Isaac said.
‘Not the first, not the last,’ Larry agreed, ‘but Wendy’s right. What about Briganti’s?’
Isaac made one more phone call, Gordon Windsor answered.
‘Antonescu was at Cojocaru’s penthouse; we can prove that from a strand of hair on a chair that he sat in,’ Windsor said. ‘It’s recent, the chair had been cleaned in the last couple of weeks. W
e’ve also checked Antonescu against Briganti’s. No shortage of hair there, a hairdressing salon, but we found proof that he had been in there as well. Not blond and dyed, dark and natural. How the man pulled it off and managed to walk out of there unseen, we don’t know. But he’s your man. He killed those people at Briganti’s.’
Isaac relayed Windsor’s findings to the team. ‘He must have been working for Ivanov for a long time,’ he said.
‘Poor Sal,’ Wendy said. ‘She thought it was love and then the man killed her.’
‘The others didn’t deserve to die either. What about Ralphie, who killed him?’ Isaac said.
‘Antonescu. Sal used to speak to Ralphie. He phoned the man, probably trying to get money out of him and was killed for it.’
Isaac picked up his phone and made one more call. The phone at the other end was answered.
‘Detective Chief Superintendent Goddard,’ the voice said.
‘Antonescu killed the people at Briganti’s, Cojocaru as well. The other murders are either him or Becali; both are in custody. You can phone Commissioner Alwyn Davies.’
‘And Ivanov?’
‘Expect to see him on the television and gracing the social pages of the newspapers. He’s on a charm offensive now, and there’s nothing we can do about it.’
‘The biggest villain walks free, is that it?’
‘It is,’ Isaac said.
The end of a long-running murder investigation should have been a time for satisfaction at a job well-done. No one in Homicide felt in the mood for a pat on the back or a celebratory drink at the pub.
The End.
Murder in Hyde Park
Phillip Strang
Chapter 1
A Sunday, the first warmth of the coming summer and a clear sky. The sort of day when Detective Chief Inspector Isaac Cook should have been with Jenny, his girlfriend, either out and about or enjoying an early-morning spell of lovemaking. But yet again, a phone call. This time it was his second-in-command, Detective Inspector Larry Hill, a man who appreciated time at home with his wife and children at the weekend.
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