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Authors: David Videcette
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about them… Who the fuck are they?
‘Same with the phones – I’ve called some of the numbers stored in the contacts… same story. People I’ve never heard of… One of them says he’s in Egypt, says he don’t know my brother, but that he knows Wasim. Says he rented a flat to him in Leeds. I’ve been round there, but there’s no answer…’
Jake remembered the morning of 7 July – he’d seen Wasim leave his Dewsbury home. He’d driven toward Leeds. Jake had lost sight of him but he’d been somewhere – why would Wasim rent a flat in Leeds when he had a house in Dewsbury?
‘Karim, I need the address of this flat. I need you to show me where it is.’
Jake motioned for Karim to lead the way back down the stairs. Karim went to speak with his father, who was in the kitchen. Jake caught snatches of Urdu. His father nodded at whatever Karim had said to him then followed his son out into the hallway.
‘He will take you – you find who did this to my boy. He was just bloody eighteen, you know,’ Karim’s father said to Jake.
‘Thank you. I will find who did this. I promise you.’ Jake nodded at Mr Rahman who appeared to be coming to the realisation that he might never see his son again. ‘Is there anything else I need to know?’
Mrs Rahman stood up from the table and tried to speak through her sobs. ‘My son – he come back from Pakistan… from wedding… February… He so thin. He always sick. I buy him new clothes… old ones too big for him… his hair, it was lighter, blonde at the front… not my boy,’ she said as her grief turned to wails. Jake could hardly understand her through the tears.
He thanked the Rahmans for their help and grabbed Lenny as they left the house with Karim.
15
Tuesday
12 July 2005
0630 hours
Holbeck, Leeds, West Yorkshire
Karim’s road had been blocked off to the public at either end, to stop the press taking photos.
This place was alien to Jake. The houses were packed in rows back to back. Jake was used to seeing houses with front gardens and rear gardens, but here there were neither – two houses sandwiched together, pavement, road, then two houses sandwiched together, repeated over and over, row after row.
Karim sat in the passenger seat of the BMW as Jake turned the ignition.
‘They’re talking of flattening this whole place and building new homes here, flash apartments and all that. Be better than this slum, maybe even make some jobs too,’ Karim said as they drove into Leeds.
Karim directed Jake to the north-west side of the city, close to the university. They drove into a road called Victoria Park and began climbing a hill. After about two hundred yards, they passed a modern-looking mosque on the right-hand side.
‘That place there… number twenty-two.’ Karim pointed to a 1980s development directly opposite the mosque.
Jake stopped the car halfway up the hill.
‘I came here yesterday – there was no answer,’ said Karim.
‘Wait here…’ Jake got out of the car and walked back in the direction Karim had pointed.
A block of flats, on several different levels, zigzagged up the hill. Eventually Jake found number twenty-two – it had two doors, both red. Jake looked to see which entrance had the hinges visible on the outside – the back door. It would open outwards – and would be the hardest work to smash in.
To one side of the flat, a row of windows was hidden slightly by box hedges. Jake noticed that the leaves nearest the windows were a different colour to the rest of hedge – sickly and yellowed, and some areas were even turning brown.
Jake tried to look into the window directly behind the most decayed area of foliage. There was a net curtain obscuring his view. He rapped hard on the window and waited.
No response.
Jake looked at his watch. It was 0645 hours. He needed a search warrant. It would take an hour to complete the requisite paperwork and then the courts didn’t open until 1000 hours. That was way too long in
‘Same with the phones – I’ve called some of the numbers stored in the contacts… same story. People I’ve never heard of… One of them says he’s in Egypt, says he don’t know my brother, but that he knows Wasim. Says he rented a flat to him in Leeds. I’ve been round there, but there’s no answer…’
Jake remembered the morning of 7 July – he’d seen Wasim leave his Dewsbury home. He’d driven toward Leeds. Jake had lost sight of him but he’d been somewhere – why would Wasim rent a flat in Leeds when he had a house in Dewsbury?
‘Karim, I need the address of this flat. I need you to show me where it is.’
Jake motioned for Karim to lead the way back down the stairs. Karim went to speak with his father, who was in the kitchen. Jake caught snatches of Urdu. His father nodded at whatever Karim had said to him then followed his son out into the hallway.
‘He will take you – you find who did this to my boy. He was just bloody eighteen, you know,’ Karim’s father said to Jake.
‘Thank you. I will find who did this. I promise you.’ Jake nodded at Mr Rahman who appeared to be coming to the realisation that he might never see his son again. ‘Is there anything else I need to know?’
Mrs Rahman stood up from the table and tried to speak through her sobs. ‘My son – he come back from Pakistan… from wedding… February… He so thin. He always sick. I buy him new clothes… old ones too big for him… his hair, it was lighter, blonde at the front… not my boy,’ she said as her grief turned to wails. Jake could hardly understand her through the tears.
He thanked the Rahmans for their help and grabbed Lenny as they left the house with Karim.
15
Tuesday
12 July 2005
0630 hours
Holbeck, Leeds, West Yorkshire
Karim’s road had been blocked off to the public at either end, to stop the press taking photos.
This place was alien to Jake. The houses were packed in rows back to back. Jake was used to seeing houses with front gardens and rear gardens, but here there were neither – two houses sandwiched together, pavement, road, then two houses sandwiched together, repeated over and over, row after row.
Karim sat in the passenger seat of the BMW as Jake turned the ignition.
‘They’re talking of flattening this whole place and building new homes here, flash apartments and all that. Be better than this slum, maybe even make some jobs too,’ Karim said as they drove into Leeds.
Karim directed Jake to the north-west side of the city, close to the university. They drove into a road called Victoria Park and began climbing a hill. After about two hundred yards, they passed a modern-looking mosque on the right-hand side.
‘That place there… number twenty-two.’ Karim pointed to a 1980s development directly opposite the mosque.
Jake stopped the car halfway up the hill.
‘I came here yesterday – there was no answer,’ said Karim.
‘Wait here…’ Jake got out of the car and walked back in the direction Karim had pointed.
A block of flats, on several different levels, zigzagged up the hill. Eventually Jake found number twenty-two – it had two doors, both red. Jake looked to see which entrance had the hinges visible on the outside – the back door. It would open outwards – and would be the hardest work to smash in.
To one side of the flat, a row of windows was hidden slightly by box hedges. Jake noticed that the leaves nearest the windows were a different colour to the rest of hedge – sickly and yellowed, and some areas were even turning brown.
Jake tried to look into the window directly behind the most decayed area of foliage. There was a net curtain obscuring his view. He rapped hard on the window and waited.
No response.
Jake looked at his watch. It was 0645 hours. He needed a search warrant. It would take an hour to complete the requisite paperwork and then the courts didn’t open until 1000 hours. That was way too long in
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