by Conrad Jones
“No comment,” Malik smiled.
“I think you want to know who is attacking your organisation, because it`s obvious now that somebody is, and you think that too, don`t you?”
“No comment.” There was a flicker of acknowledgment. He did think that his organisation was under attack. Alec saw a momentary dilation of his pupils. It wasn’t evidence, but it was an indication that he was driving down the right road.
“Did you ask Bruce Mann questions too?”
“Who?” Malik grinned again. Alec could see that this man was ice cold inside. He thought the whole process was a game, and he showed no fear or concern whatsoever. The mention of Kenny Richards and Bruce Mann brought no visible response from Shah, but when he mentioned his organisation, there was a flicker. It was more evidence that Malik Shah didn’t care a dot about who was hurt, but his business was important to him. It may be the only thing that he cared about.
“Bruce Mann,” Alec put a photo of the tortured body onto the table. Nigella recoiled visibly and she glanced sideways at Malik. Alec was happy with the response from the Grenade representative. It was about time she realised what the scumbags she defended were capable of. “He was tortured with power tools, and then dumped on the steps of the town hall.”
“No comment.” The dead glaze returned to Malik`s eyes. The torture of Bruce Mann meant nothing to him. He shut down again.
“Have you spoken to Rasim Shah today?” Alec looked in his eye. There was a flash of a response, but it was gone in a second. “This is his Lexus.” The image was shocking. The Lexus was nothing more than a twisted burnt out shell. The charred remains of the driver were still in situ nothing remained but blackened bones, and a grinning skull. “Rasim Shah was in it when it exploded this morning. See? That is one of your partners.”
The glaze shifted and a sharpness came to Malik`s eyes as he took in the detail. Alec couldn’t gauge his response, but he knew that Malik was shocked. He could see anger in his eyes too. Malik Shah folded his arms, and turned to his lawyer. “Get me out of here, do it now. I`m saying nothing else to this idiot.”
“We will make a `no comment` statement from here on in, Superintendent.” She looked at her watch and wrote down the time in her notes. “Charge my client, or release him.”
“Charge him with what exactly?” Alec responded. He looked at the lawyer.
“Exactly, Detective, you have nothing to charge him with.” She removed her glasses and twisted them between her finger and thumb. There was concern on her face. Alec could tell that she wasn’t comfortable sitting next to Malik anymore. She couldn’t wait to get out of there, and he`d hazard a guess that she wouldn’t represent him again.
“Omar Patel is dead too,” Alec threw in another grenade of his own.
“Yes, he had his head blown clean off minutes before Rasim was hit,” Will spoke for the first time. The detectives planned their moves before the interview to measure Malik`s reaction when he heard about the morning`s events. It was an ambush. “The bomb squad are on their way to three addresses, all belonging to your business partners, just in case they have been targeted too.”
“No comment,” Malik snarled. There was real anger on his face now. The death of his partners was news to him that was certain. He showed no fear though, only anger.
“Who did you think was attacking you?” Alec asked. “Amir Patel was the first target, wasn`t he?”
“No comment.” Malik looked at the ceiling. He was seething, Will could almost feel the blood boiling from across the table.
“Was it you that questioned, Bruce Mann?”
“No comment.”
“He didn’t know anything, so you dumped his body in a public place, as a message,” Alec continued. “Then your dealers were whacked, so you attacked the Richards, hoping Kenny would have some answers, right?”
“No comment.”
“You must have upset someone, Malik?”
“No comment.”
“Does the name, Einstein mean anything to you?” There was no recognition in Shah`s eyes.
“No comment.”
“I think that you`re under attack, angry crack suppliers, rival arms dealers, who knows?” Alec crossed the line mentioning guns, but he had to push home the advantage that they had. Shah was steaming, and angry men make mistakes.
“No comment,” Malik looked Alec up and down with hatred in his eyes this time, real hatred. Alec could feel the loathing coming across the table from him. The mention of drugs and guns had offended him. “Are you going to charge me, or release me?”
“Do you have any evidence that my client handles drugs of arms, Superintendent?” Nigella asked. Her face had turned visibly pale. She wanted no part in this. That was becoming more obvious.
“No, I don’t.” Alec leaned back in his chair and sighed. “I do have evidence that someone built an explosive device into a mobile phone, and blew your partner`s head clean off his shoulders. What kind of people can do that?”
“No comment.”
“The skill and technology and sheer determination that is required to pull that off is frightening. I would be very concerned if I were you, Malik.”
“You could be next,” Will closed his file and leaned forward, placing his elbows onto the table. Malik leaned forward too, and glared at Will.
“Read my lips, no comment.”
“Are you going to charge my client, or not?”
Alec closed his file; they were getting nowhere fast. “Interview terminated. You`re free to leave, Malik, but I`d keep my head down if I were you.” He stood up, frustrated, and annoyed. They had nothing. Nothing to charge him with, and not a clue what was going on. A knock on the door stopped everyone from leaving. Smithy popped his head around the door. “Can I have a word, Guv?”
“Does it concern Mr Shah?” Alec asked sarcastically. “He`s just leaving. Am I to assume that Mr Pindar will be making a no comment statement too?”
“Yes,” Nigella picked up her briefcase.
“What is it, Smithy?”
“Ahmed Shah, Mustapha Shah and Saj Rajesh, Guv. All dead, Guv.”
Malik looked physically shocked. Will was pleased that the grin had been wiped off his face, but he was worried by the expression that replaced it. Shah looked furious. Furious gangsters are dangerous people. Someone would be on the receiving end of violent retribution.
“What happened to them?” Alec sat on the edge of the table.
“Letter bombs, Guv. At least that`s the bomb squad`s initial assessment.”
“Thanks Smithy.”
“Guv,” the ginger detective backed out of the room and closed the door.
“Have you got anything to say, Malik?” Alec stroked the deep dimple on his chin. The lines around his eyes creased as he looked at him intensely. “Every one of your business partners except Aswan Pindar has been murdered. You could be next Malik.”
“No comment,” Malik hissed as he pushed by him. The door slammed loudly behind him as he left the room.
Chapter 38
Lenny Mcvitie
Lenny Mcvitie was a sixty-year-old Irishman, and he was a legend in the underworld of crime. A onetime bare-knuckle champion, Lenny was feared and respected by people on both sides of the law. Alec had dealt with Lenny many times, never as a suspect though. Lenny had been a vital source of information over the years. He was an old-fashioned criminal, and he didn’t like the influx of foreign gangs or the way they operated. He had manners and he liked to think that he had some morals.
“Detective Naylor, how the devil are you?” Lenny stood up and towered over the table. He held out a giant gnarled hand and greeted the young DI with a genuine enthusiasm. His ruddy face parted in a toothless grin. “Where`s Alec?”
“He`s on his way, Lenny,” Will tried to free his hand from the giant Irishman`s grip, but he wasn’t finished shaking it yet. It would be a huge mistake to disrespect Lenny. He was the type of man that would go out of his way help the people he liked, but woe betides those that crossed
him.
“Now then, are you still seeing that little darling from the forensic unit?” Lenny released Will`s hand. The question hit Will in the guts. He thought that his private life was relatively private, especially when the city`s biggest villains were concerned.
“No, Lenny, it finished a while ago,” Will was embarrassed. Lenny had eyes and ears all over the city, and he liked to keep a track of what was going on around him. Keeping up with a police detective`s extramarital affairs could be used to his own advantage one day. It was also fun too.
“Did her husband find out?” Lenny chuckled at Will`s discomfort. He tipped him a cheeky wink of the eye. “Shame, she was a diamond so she was.”
Will was rescued from the unwelcome questioning when Alec entered the room.
“Lenny,” Alec said. “How are you?”
“Damn fine, Superintendent,” Lenny shook his hand with the same enthusiasm as before. “Now then, will I be needing a lawyer?”
“I doubt it, Lenny,” Alec sat down and gestured for the big man to do the same. Lenny smiled. His front teeth were missing, a result of a bare-knuckle bout years ago. “We just want a chat.”
“About Kenny Richards, I bet?” Lenny wiped his flattened nose with the back of his hand and sniffed. “Good man, Kenny Richards, god bless his soul.” Lenny made the sign of the cross and kissed an invisible crucifix. He wasn’t a religious man. He had a catholic upbringing though, and some old habits die-hard. He crossed himself more out of superstition than his religious beliefs.
“You`ve heard then,” Alec smiled, putting the gangster at ease. They went back years. They met first a charity ball. They are strange events frequented by high-ranking officials, celebrities, and criminals alike. Within minutes they were chatting about Alec`s time in Ireland, the troubles and some of the characters that they both knew. It was the start of an unusual relationship where they shared information, and a mutual respect.
“Who hasn`t heard that?” Lenny shook his head and frowned. “Bad news travels fast, Superintendent.” Lenny had a habit of switching from addressing him with his Christian name, and his rank, depending on how comfortable he was with the subject matter. He obviously had a problem with talking about Kenny Richards.
“What have you heard on the grape vine?”
Lenny looked thoughtful for a moment. He was selecting his next words carefully. Lenny wasn’t the brightest bulb on the tree, but he wasn’t stupid either. Some things were best unsaid.
“The funny thing is, Alec, I haven’t heard a thing,” Lenny tapped his bent nose with his index finger. “Now that is all wrong because I hear everything. Your randy young DI can verify that, cant you, Will? ”
Alec looked at Will and frowned. Will shrugged, not wanting to go into any detail about their earlier conversation. He waited for the Irishman to expand.
“Kenny Richards was a very good friend of mine, Alec, if someone were to put out a hit on him, then I`d know about it.”
“What if it was someone from out of town?”
“I`d know about it,” Lenny looked deadly serious.
“We know that Kenny was targeted, the gunmen mentioned his name to the staff that they locked up,” Will said.
“I`m talking hypothetically, of course,” Lenny put his huge hands palms down on the table. His knuckles were crisscrossed with scar tissue, and a heavy gold bracelet hung from his left wrist.
“Of course,” Alec replied.
“Kenny was a popular man. He had many influential friends in the city, and across the country. Now if he`d upset someone to the point that they wanted him dead, then whoever it was would have to seriously consider who else would be offended by his death. Me for instance, and if I hadn’t been consulted then there could be severe consequences, you understand.” Lenny looked annoyed as he spoke about his friend.
“Who would put a hit out on him?” Will asked.
“Everybody knows that me and Kenny were good friends. Now if someone knew that a hit was going down then someone would have warned me, and I would have stopped it. He was one of the lads, everyone`s buddy, unless you pissed him off, of course.”
“Of course,” Alec humoured the old lag. “Has he pissed anyone off lately?”
“No, Alec, I would have heard about it.”
“Kenny was tortured,” Alec put the picture of Kenny garrotted on the table. Lenny picked it up with trembling hands. His face reddened and his eyes looked watery for a moment. “I think someone questioned him before he died.”
“Looks that way,” Lenny grimaced and handed the picture back.
“What could he possibly know that would result in his entire crew being assassinated?”
“Most of us do business together in a relatively civilised manner, only the foreigners keep themselves to themselves, and they cross the line more often than not.” Lenny didn’t see himself as foreign.
“Foreigners?”
“The Russians, Polish, Pakistanis, Somalis, you name it they`re all out there, and they`re nasty bastards the lot of them,” Lenny ranted. “They have no respect for anybody, especially Shah and his mob, bastards the lot of them.”
“What makes you mention his name?” Alec asked.
“Bruce Mann, poor bastard,” Lenny tutted.
“What about him?”
“Come on, Superintendent,” Lenny sat back in his chair. “Everyone knows it was Shah that did for him. They dumped the poor bastard on the town hall steps as a message to someone.”
“Unless anyone can come up with any evidence, then we can`t pin a thing on him, Lenny.”
“He is a slippery bastard that Shah character. Bruce was no friend of mine, but he didn’t deserve that. They did him the first time round, cut off his thumbs the evil bastards,” Lenny was getting angry. “Look what they did to him and then look at that picture of Kenny, see any similarities?”
“You think Shah hit Kenny Richards?”
“I do,” Lenny clenched his fists. He regretted saying that as soon as he spoke, but it was the truth. Shah`s mob were the only ones that could put out a hit without him knowing about it, and that was because they kept everything in house, never using outsiders.
“Why would Shah hit Richards and risk a turf war?”
“That, I don`t know,” Lenny breathed out loudly. “I have been asking questions all over town but I`m none the wiser for my troubles.”
“We think someone is targeting Shah and his partners, Lenny,” Alec decided it was time to share information in an effort to gain some in return. The news would be out in the public domain by now anyway. The press would be having a field day when they put the names of Shah`s associates together. It wouldn’t take them long. They would link it to the Mosque bombing, and invent a right-wing bombing campaign against Asian owned businesses and properties.
“Why would you think that?”
“A couple of their dealers were murdered, and his business partners were killed this morning,” Alec kept the details to himself for now.
“I heard about a couple of his runners being killed, but that could have been any smackhead in the city.”
“We don’t think so, Lenny. The shots were too clean and nothing was stolen.”
“Well I didn’t know that, and that sheds a completely different light on things, so it does.”
“Can you think who would attack his people?”
“Who would?” Lenny frowned. Alec could see the cogs turning in his head. “It would be easier to give you a list of people that wouldn’t kill the bastards, Alec. They`re despised.”
“Rasim Shah and Omar Patel were killed early on this morning.”
“How?”
“We`re not sure yet, but it looks like bombs. One device was placed in a car and the other one, we think was in a mobile phone.”
“Jesus Christ,” Lenny shook his head and stared at the table. His mind drifted as he digested the news. The world was changing fast, and different methods were used by different organisations, but this was hardcore military
technology. “I`ll tell you something for certain, Alec.”
“Go on.”
“If someone was gunning for Malik Shah, I`d have heard about it. There`s nobody that I know in this city that could pull off a stunt like that.”
“What about his gun running business?” Will asked. If it wasn’t a local crew then it could be a foreign entity attacking Shah.
“I don’t know enough about those people to comment, Will. He sells reactivated shit, and everyone knows it. It`s possible that he`s made enemies abroad but would they bother with his partners?”
“You don’t think that they would?” Alec asked.
