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hadn’t questioned the dimensions, the strange additions or the fact that it resembled a coffin. The payment of an equivalent to six-month’s salary ensured his full and silent cooperation.
All we had to do now was get the box in position, connect the network and it was playtime.
London.
“ What the fuck do you mean they are missing?” Assistant Chief Pearson screamed down the phone, Gerradine and Dick jumping in unison. Pearson’s hand was shaking as he listened to the unfortunate bearer of bad news, “NO! You will not report this to the Chief Constable; in fact you won’t report this to anybody. Do I make myself clear?” He hung up. The other two stared at him.
“ A problem?” Dick asked.
“ Where’s that whisky Matt?” Pearson asked, trying to compose himself.
They were in their usual positions around the kitchen table. Gerradine fetched the remainder of a bottle of whisky and three, not so clean, glasses. Pearson downed his straight away before helping himself to another, larger measure.
“ If you call modern-day grave-robbing a problem, then yes, we have one,” he continued.
“ You mean...?” began Dick.
“ Yes. Our killer has come back and taken the bodies, the first two at least.”
“ Jesus Christ,” whispered Gerradine.
“ What do you think he’s doing? Trophy hunting?” Asked Dick.
“ Anybody’s guess,” replied Pearson, “he could be trying to hide any evidence that we missed, maybe he’s just taking the piss out of us, who knows?”
“ Man, this is scary shit,” said Gerradine.
“ Scary shit that is by no means allowed to make into the newspapers. Do you understand me Matt?” Growled Pearson. Gerradine nodded, “This is my problem and mine alone. I will deal with it in my official capacity. In the meantime let’s get back to the case in hand. Madison. Where is he and what the hell is he doing?”
Gerradine gave his update first. He hadn’t told either of them about his mother. Christ he didn’t dare.
“ He still hasn’t been in touch since we printed the apology and the piece on Devoy,” he reported.
“ But that was only online, wasn’t it? It didn’t go to press?” Pearson asked sternly.
“ No, no, only online. My editor wasn’t too happy about the change of tact but I explained to him that this was the only way Madison would deal with us.”
“ Let me know as soon as he makes contact,” ordered Pearson, “Dick. Where is this Hamid character now? Do you have a fixed location?”
Gerradine shot a look at the private detective, he felt his face reddening.
“ I know exactly where he is now, Bill. He has registered at an address in Edinburgh, 14b Carlton Terrace, to be exact. His credit card activity indicates that he will be staying put for a while. He’s been buying furniture, electrical goods and the like. I have all of his details here, phone number, email address etcetera.” Dick looked more than satisfied with himself. Gerradine was busy memorising the address when Dick handed him the details on a sheet of paper.
“ Excellent work Dick. Can you send of your boys up there to keep an eye on him?” Pearson asked.
“ He’s already on his way, Bill. I assume my share of the reward money will more than cover his expenses?”
“ I’ll come to the reward in a minute,” snapped Pearson, obviously still reeling from his phone call, “ Matt, this is what I want you to do next,” Matt was starting to get a little rattled by Pearson’s tone towards him, “I want you to taunt him. Wind him up. Make out that you don’t believe he is the killer. Tell him that he’s only pretending because he feels guilty about his wife and kid, I don’t know, whatever it takes. We need him to make a mistake, to give us some concrete evidence, but whatever you do, don’t mention the missing bodies before he does.”
Chapter 14.
Imran Hamid’s only source of light came from the Apple Ipad attached to the inside of the box at the
All we had to do now was get the box in position, connect the network and it was playtime.
London.
“ What the fuck do you mean they are missing?” Assistant Chief Pearson screamed down the phone, Gerradine and Dick jumping in unison. Pearson’s hand was shaking as he listened to the unfortunate bearer of bad news, “NO! You will not report this to the Chief Constable; in fact you won’t report this to anybody. Do I make myself clear?” He hung up. The other two stared at him.
“ A problem?” Dick asked.
“ Where’s that whisky Matt?” Pearson asked, trying to compose himself.
They were in their usual positions around the kitchen table. Gerradine fetched the remainder of a bottle of whisky and three, not so clean, glasses. Pearson downed his straight away before helping himself to another, larger measure.
“ If you call modern-day grave-robbing a problem, then yes, we have one,” he continued.
“ You mean...?” began Dick.
“ Yes. Our killer has come back and taken the bodies, the first two at least.”
“ Jesus Christ,” whispered Gerradine.
“ What do you think he’s doing? Trophy hunting?” Asked Dick.
“ Anybody’s guess,” replied Pearson, “he could be trying to hide any evidence that we missed, maybe he’s just taking the piss out of us, who knows?”
“ Man, this is scary shit,” said Gerradine.
“ Scary shit that is by no means allowed to make into the newspapers. Do you understand me Matt?” Growled Pearson. Gerradine nodded, “This is my problem and mine alone. I will deal with it in my official capacity. In the meantime let’s get back to the case in hand. Madison. Where is he and what the hell is he doing?”
Gerradine gave his update first. He hadn’t told either of them about his mother. Christ he didn’t dare.
“ He still hasn’t been in touch since we printed the apology and the piece on Devoy,” he reported.
“ But that was only online, wasn’t it? It didn’t go to press?” Pearson asked sternly.
“ No, no, only online. My editor wasn’t too happy about the change of tact but I explained to him that this was the only way Madison would deal with us.”
“ Let me know as soon as he makes contact,” ordered Pearson, “Dick. Where is this Hamid character now? Do you have a fixed location?”
Gerradine shot a look at the private detective, he felt his face reddening.
“ I know exactly where he is now, Bill. He has registered at an address in Edinburgh, 14b Carlton Terrace, to be exact. His credit card activity indicates that he will be staying put for a while. He’s been buying furniture, electrical goods and the like. I have all of his details here, phone number, email address etcetera.” Dick looked more than satisfied with himself. Gerradine was busy memorising the address when Dick handed him the details on a sheet of paper.
“ Excellent work Dick. Can you send of your boys up there to keep an eye on him?” Pearson asked.
“ He’s already on his way, Bill. I assume my share of the reward money will more than cover his expenses?”
“ I’ll come to the reward in a minute,” snapped Pearson, obviously still reeling from his phone call, “ Matt, this is what I want you to do next,” Matt was starting to get a little rattled by Pearson’s tone towards him, “I want you to taunt him. Wind him up. Make out that you don’t believe he is the killer. Tell him that he’s only pretending because he feels guilty about his wife and kid, I don’t know, whatever it takes. We need him to make a mistake, to give us some concrete evidence, but whatever you do, don’t mention the missing bodies before he does.”
Chapter 14.
Imran Hamid’s only source of light came from the Apple Ipad attached to the inside of the box at the
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