Gant!
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“What the fuck’s your problem?” He was angry.
“Monday night, when Gant phoned here, he gave someone a description and was told it was me. Only one person here would know that: you. You told him, didn’t you?” I hissed.
“He’s a client. He’s registered with us. He’s entitled to ask what he did. Yeah, he said where the bar was and described who was going in. I know you and Corsley are friends and it made sense from the description that it was you. What about it?”
“Gant killed two people just after that and he’s going to
get away with it,” I said. “You helped him.”
“Gant, people like him, they’re untouchable, Rob. You know the kind of work they do and who they do it for. Christ, mate, are you really that naïve?” He said this almost sorrowfully, shaking his head. “Is that what all this is about?”
“No,” I shook my head. “No, it’s not that.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s people like you that piss me off. Helping people like Gant and your friend Paul Farrier to flout the laws in this country and assume they can do so because they don’t apply to them. Two people died needlessly because some bitch got mad at her boyfriend and stole something which could have implicated him in a murder, but it’s being hushed up on National Security grounds, and because this guy’s connected to MI5, Gant’ll just sail away into the fucking sunset with no likelihood he’ll ever do a minute’s prison time. He gets away with it. You know about this case, don’t you?”
“Not the whole thing but,” he paused and almost smiled at me, “enough to see why things happened as they did.”
“And you’re comfortable with that?” I asked. “Two men being killed like that to save some bitch’s face doesn’t bother you?”
Dennison looked at me as if I were stupid and needing to be taught some reality lessons.
“That’s what we do, pal. Why do you think I quit the police? I was sick of pulling people in, only to see some fucking lawyer making up sob stories about their client’s human rights being violated and them getting away with it when I knew they were guilty as fuck. At least, working here, I know for a fact certain people who deserve to die have done so. You talk about justice. It works differently in different situations. It’s contextual. Since I’ve been here, nobody’s died who didn’t deserve to. We’re on the same side, Rob. You probably don’t believe that just now, but we are.”
“You think so, eh?”
“Yeah, I do.”
I turned and walked away.