Blue Moon Investigations Ten Book Bundle

by steve higgs

  His eyes flared with surprise. ‘Because they killed Julia. I don’t know why. Maybe it was just because she wouldn’t step down and they didn’t need her. I heard she hired a couple of chaps that were not Ukrainian, so it could be just because of that.’

  I grimaced.

  ‘You have to help me. All I need is some hard evidence that I can use. Something tangible I can take to the police.’ He had locked my eyes with his, his expression desperate. Then they widened again. ‘Oh, God. It’s him.’ He squeaked.

  As the colour drained from Alex’s face, I turned to see what had scared him. Looking menacing just by standing still, Danylo Vakhno was staring directly at us. His blocky frame and head even more impressive in person than in the photograph I had seen. He was standing in the lee of the Admiral’s office building at least one hundred feet away.

  ‘I have to go.’ Alex had already started moving away. ‘Evidence, Mr Michaels. I need evidence.’ Then he was out of range for me to say anything without shouting. I had wanted to ask him about the tunnels. If I were the CEO of a place, I would expect to know everything there was about it. Accepting that it was now too late to quiz him, I looked back at Danylo Vakhno. He stared at me for a few seconds more, then he turned and went out of sight behind the building.

  It felt a lot colder on the Dockside suddenly. I shivered. He was a person I really didn’t want to have to fight. Ever.

  Joseph caught my eye, checking it was now okay for him to approach. I waved him over.

  I knew he was going to ask, so I started talking before he could. ‘That was Alex Jordan, the CEO of the firm that runs the Dockyard. He is concerned that the Ukrainian presence here is up to no good and would like for us to find some incriminating evidence.’

  ‘He doesn’t know what they are up to?’

  ‘He claims that he doesn’t. Always difficult to tell when people are lying, and they rarely tell the whole truth no matter what the circumstances.’ I changed tack. ‘Have you had a good look around?’

  He nodded. ‘I wasn’t able to hear anything in the rigging room, there are too many people in there making noise, but I have memorised the layout and I am ready to infiltrate the underground base.’

  Infiltrate an underground base? He sounded like James Bond.

  ‘I need to talk with the gentlemen waiting over there.’ I gestured toward Alan and the chaps.

  As I started toward them, Joseph grabbed my arm, ‘We shouldn’t involve civilians in our mission.’

  Our mission?

  I looked at his hand on my arm meaningfully. He removed it. ‘Those gentlemen are colleagues of my father. I have questions for them. Specifically, whether they know anything about tunnels under this place.’

  ‘Are you sure we should be involving them? How do you know you can trust them?’

  I started to retort that he was being ridiculous. Before I could speak though, I remembered some of the recent subterfuge I had encountered during other cases. Instead of arguing I shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I choose to though. Like I said, they are friends of my father and that is good enough for me.’

  I didn’t wait to hear what he thought of that. Turning, I walked toward Alan. The dogs had been sitting still long enough in their opinion, instantly pulling at their leads to get to the next destination.

  ‘Who’s your friend?’ Alan asked, always the spokesperson for the group, he was looking beyond me to Joseph as he sidled nervously along, keeping to the shadows and contours of the buildings to stay invisible. He looked like a moron.

  ‘This is Detective Sergeant Joseph Kushnir.’ I introduced him as he caught up with me.

  ‘Don’t use my real name.’ He squeaked.

  ‘Bit late now lad.’ Alan pointed out.

  It had become quickly obvious that poor Joseph was in over his head. What training and experience he had I couldn’t tell. I assumed it was minimal though. I was going to have to use him only for communicating with CI Quinn. He could relay instructions and information if there came a point when I learned anything useful.

  I addressed the four old Navy boys. ‘What do you know about tunnels under the Dockyard?’

  ‘Tunnels?’ Fred repeated.

  The four men looked at each other, each as equally mystified as the others. They had no idea.

  ‘There are tunnels beneath the Dockyard. The first was dug more than three-hundred years ago. They link with the river somewhere and can be accessed in at least two other points, I believe.’ They were staring at me with rapt fascination, wanting to disbelieve, but seeing that it instantly explained some things. ‘The Ukrainians are up to something here. Something criminal, I just don’t know what, but the point is, the whispers you can here in the rigging room are the voices of people below ground. The noise is travelling up what I guess are ventilation pipes.’

  ‘Where are the entrances?’ Asked Stuart.

  ‘That is the thing I don’t know. I have a map but all it shows is the layout. It was drawn with some artistic license so there is no scale one might use to locate the way in. The entrances must be within the buildings though.’

  The chaps looked at the building behind me, probably searching their memories for anything that might fit what I had described.

  ‘You guys know of anything that fits the bill?’ Alan asked his friends. They all shook their heads. ‘No, me neither. Sorry, kid. We’re not much help on this one.’

  It was what I had expected. ‘Not to worry, chaps.’

  ‘I will find the way in.’ Announced Joseph. He was standing so close to my shoulder I had to turn to look at him. He still had his collar turned right up and his dark glasses on. ‘Give me a few hours. I will find the entrance. The Chief Inspector deployed me to bust this gang, so that’s what I am going to do.’

  Joseph was over-excited and playing out some kind of secret agent fantasy. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, or what to do with him. He was fast becoming an unnecessary distraction though.

  ‘Joseph, these are dangerous people. They probably killed Julia Jones and have run off most of the English staff here. If they catch you, they will not let you go. We need to tackle this in a coordinated fashion, not rush in and get caught.’

  ‘I am surprisingly well trained, Mr Michaels.’ He tried to make it sound like he had Chuck Norris level fighting skills, but he was just coming off as youthful and stupid.

  ‘Nevertheless, we will be more successful if you and I operate together. I have someone looking for the river entrance already. We can monitor and observe on land. The way into the underground system is here, we just need to find it. There will be signs if we look for them.’

  ‘Won’t that take too long?’ He was positively vibrating with nervous energy. I had to question whether I had ever been that gung-ho.

  ‘It will be slower than storming the buildings and demanding to know what their evil plan is, yes. If the stairs down to the tunnels are inside the buildings that are not accessible by the Dockyard visitors, we would have to break in or sneak in just to take a look around. That is something I might be able to do tomorrow night on my cleaning shift. There are a lot of buildings to cover though.’

  ‘What are you proposing then? We stand around and watch, while under our feet criminals commit crimes and get away with it?’ There was impatience in his voice. He wanted to be the hero, to save the day and get the medal.

  ‘For now, yes. Think about it. If your Chief Inspector had sufficient evidence that there were criminal enterprises occurring beneath the Dockyard, he would descend on this place with a taskforce of officers, storm the buildings, find the way in and arrest everyone. He hasn’t though because we don’t actually know anything.’

  Deflated, his shoulders slumped as he accepted that I was right.

  Joseph appeared to have calmed down but I still felt mired in difficulties. I had the unexpected but very welcome support of the police for the first time ever, but until I could deliver them something tangible to prove the Ukrainians were using the space beneat
h the Dockyard as a criminal headquarters, Quinn would not move. I was certain they were down there, but until I could find a way in to take some pictures or video I was stumped. Even getting into the buildings I believed might house the stairs down to the underground chambers was fraught with difficulty. Each building was filled with people and guarded. At night I might be able to move unrestricted, but the buildings were locked. I was content to break in but could not be sure that if caught I would be turned over to the police. It was an organised gang of criminals – there seemed a distinct chance they would just kill me and make my body disappear.

  I got no further with my thoughts as my phone rang. Caller ID told me my mother was on the line.

  ‘Mother.’ I answered.

  ‘Tempest!’ Her voice was filled with panic. My adrenalin spiked instantly, and my head filled with imagined misadventures she might have encountered. ‘It’s your sister. The baby is coming!’

  ‘Oh.’ I replied, my pulse returning to normal. ‘Okay. Are you off to the hospital with her?’

  ‘Tempest this is not the time for being calm.’ She snapped. ‘How fast can you get here?’

  My brow furrowed. ‘Get where? Are you at home?’

  ‘Yes!’ Her voice was beginning to concern me. My mother was given to dramatic notions, she often made more of a situation than was necessary, but she was upset and worried, her agitation obvious.

  ‘Do you need me? Why not call an ambulance?’

  A torrent of swearwords split the background noise on the phone. My sister was having a contraction. I didn’t know what that was like to experience, and had never seen it up close, however, the TV and film people liked to portray it as an uncomfortable event. I doubted they were all hamming it up.

  ‘We need you.’ Mum insisted and then she was gone, the line dead in my ear.

  ‘Problem?’ Alan asked.

  ‘The baby is coming.’ I answered absentmindedly. I was thinking about what I was going to do. I checked my watch again. It was 1130hrs. I had more than four hours before I needed to get to Brands Hatch for the start of Jagjit’s stag party. I wasn’t going to miss it, but I wondered how much time would get eaten up taking my sister to the hospital. Did I need to stay with her? Or was it okay to just drop her at the door and wish her luck?

  I had a nasty feeling my best-laid plans were about to get torched.

  Alan said, ‘Congratulations.’ moving in close to shake my hand, a universal reaction to the announcement of a birth. Alan had misunderstood me though, or rather, I hadn’t expressed myself clearly.

  ‘Sorry, no. It’s not my baby. It’s my sister that’s in labour.’

  Alan pumped my hand anyway. ‘That means our pal Michael Michaels is just about to get another grandchild. That’s something to celebrate.’

  I couldn’t argue.

  ‘Are you leaving?’ Joseph asked.

  ‘I guess so. I can’t imagine what I am needed for but my other engagement will prevent my return today.’

  ‘Well, don’t worry. I will handle things here. Leave it to me to find the way into their lair.’ He saw my reaction and raised his hands in supplication. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t do anything daft, I won’t break in anywhere and if I do work out where the entrance is, I will observe only.’ He got an A for enthusiasm, it was misguided though and likely to get him into trouble.

  ‘I think it would be far safer if you start your shifts here tomorrow when there will be three of us.’

  ‘Nonsense, Mr. Michaels. The Chief Inspector’s instructions were clear. Besides, I am Ukrainian, they will welcome me with open arms.’

  ‘Ah, the confidence of youth.’ Alan said. There was no negative inflection in his tone, but Joseph took offence anyway.

  He fixed Alan with a hard stare. ‘Yes, it always wins against the tired acceptance of old age.’

  Alan merely shrugged in acknowledgement, too experienced, wise and astute to be drawn into an argument.

  ‘I’m leaving.’ I said, breaking the stalemate as Stuart, Fred and Boy George moved in to flank their pal. ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can.’

  I put my hand on Joseph’s shoulder to steer him away and moved the pair of us back toward the exit and car park.

  ‘Why do you tolerate them?’ He asked meaning the old Navy guys.

  I didn’t bother to look across at him. ‘Because they have been there and done it and have the t-shirt and they know more than they will ever let on. Never let their age fool you into thinking they are less capable.’ He nodded his head in acknowledgement of what I had said but didn’t offer a verbal agreement. We were almost at the exit. ‘I advise against trying to get into the tunnel system, Joe. Check and observe what is happening around you. Tonight, do the cleaning duties they give you and monitor the movements of the guards. Otherwise, try to fit in.’

  I guess he was tired of me trying to dissuade him from saving the day because he said, ‘I don’t take orders from you, Mr Michaels. I’m the police officer here, not you. Perhaps you should take instruction from me in this investigation.’ He had stopped walking and turned to face me.

  ‘Good luck then. I urge you to stay in touch and consider everyone working here to be a potential threat. I will drop everything and come running if you feel you are compromised and need help.’ My words were intended to show him we were on the same side. I waved a quick salute as I reached the exit building and lost sight of him.

  Baby. Wednesday, November 23rd 1143hrs

  With Bull on my lap to look over the steering wheel and Dozer riding shotgun, I headed out of the car park. It was midday and mid-week, so traffic was still light, but it was still sticky as I went through the bit of Chatham next to the Pentagon shopping centre.

  I was driving to my parent’s place in Rochester. It was not a task I had intended to include today. I needed to focus on the case and found myself a bit irritated by this latest distraction. Sensing my ire rising, I quelled it, finding my centre as many different senseis had taught me over the years. With one hand I ruffled the fur on Bull’s neck.

  The information from Alex Jordan was disturbing but not surprising. I had idly wondered how he could fit into what I was seeing at the Dockyard. As CEO, he must know what was going on around him. Now the picture was complete. He was trapped by his own need to find investors. He had taken the wrong offer and now it hung over his head like a deadly storm cloud. I needed to rescue him as well.

  It took twelve minutes to make the journey to my parent’s house. Twelve minutes. Was that a long time if one was in labour or was it little more than the time between contractions at the early stages.

  I had not the faintest idea.

  Pulling up to the curb though, I got a sense that things might be moving along a little faster than my sister had indicated. She was framed in the doorway with my mother holding her hand and frantically waving for me to hurry up.

  Confused and concerned, I opened the car door forgetting the dogs who both bounded over my lap and up the driveway to scoot into the house.

  ‘Quickly, Tempest.’ Called my mother before I could get moving. ‘Your sister needs to get to the hospital. Take her car.’

  I had a stack of questions fighting for first place in order of priority such as why is there not an ambulance here? What am I expected to do once we get to the hospital? Have you told her husband yet? What am I supposed to do with my dogs? What are you doing that is so important you cannot drive her to the hospital yourself. I dismissed them all though. I was already here, my sister’s face was a mask of discomfort and I was clearly taking her to the hospital no matter what, so I elected to just get on with it.

  I offered her my hand to get her down the step from the door, but immediately regretted doing so when her grip broke every bone in my hand. I swear she could have turned a steel bar into foil with that grip. Mum thrust Rachael’s car keys at me and ushered me back to the road where her car was parked.

  What felt like thirty seconds after arriving, I was leaving again. Rachael was in
the passenger seat but braced against the ceiling and dashboard as if we were about to flip over.

  I tried a tentative, ‘Everything okay?’ As I pulled away.

  It was the wrong question to ask apparently as it elicited a torrent of expletives that ought not to come from a mummy’s mouth.

  ‘So, just get to the hospital then?’

  More expletives, mostly about men and what they could do with their todgers. I drove cautiously at first, not wanting to throw the lady next to me around too much.

  She grabbed my arm, her steel grip around my left bicep cutting off the blood flow to my hand instantly. ‘Hurry up, Tempest.’ She hissed between breaths drawn in through her teeth.

  I proceeded a good deal faster after that.

  I swept the car through the tunnel under the river just as the latest contraction subsided. Calm returned as I scanned the roads for cameras and police cars as I was doing twenty more than the speed limit and wanted neither a ticket nor the delay getting pulled over would cause.

  ‘Okay. I’m okay.’ Rachael panted next to me. ‘Sorry about this, Tempest.’ She patted my forearm. ‘Things have advanced far more quickly than with Martha or Fallon. I got caught out by it.’

  Now that we were having a conversation I asked, ‘Why is it that mother couldn’t drive you or call an ambulance?’

  Rachael laughed. ‘Have you been in a car with mum recently? She is dangerous behind the wheel. Besides, she had a meeting with some church ladies this afternoon and didn’t want to miss that. She will catch up with us at the hospital.’

  That mum would believe her meeting took precedence was entirely in keeping with her world view. I would be able to go back for my dogs and car once I had settled Rachael at the hospital labour ward. I kept quiet about the very important engagement I had this afternoon for two reasons. Firstly, I recognised that it was insignificant when compared with what my sister would be doing, and secondly, I was concerned that she might try to force feed me my testicles if I mentioned it.

  ‘Is Chris on his way?’ I asked.