"Well, I'm no expert but this looks like the end," Dylan said.
And with a terrifying roar Earl tensed his muscles and delivered the final blow, as Ashley turned just in time to see the giant mallet crashing down upon her head.
Aidan Zack walked back and forth in his cell, desperately trying to calm down. Everything had changed since Carol's visit. Until she'd come he'd been resigned to whatever fate was coming his way. He was facing the consequences of his actions stoically, but Carol and Lance had changed all that. He wasn't the loner he liked to think he was. There were people who cared about him in spite of his defects. But he was worried about them now. And he didn't doubt James White's words. They were in great danger.
But he couldn't do anything from his cell. He felt completely impotent.
"Are you all right, Tedd?" a child's voice asked. "I don't think there'll be anywhere for you to sit down here."
Aidan Zack looked up and saw a child around ten years old on the other side of the cell. He had the strangest violet eyes that Aidan had ever seen. What was a kid doing here? And as he rubbed his eyes, an even stranger individual appeared, an old man of indeterminate age, leaning his weight on a walking stick with his sparse grey hair tied in a ponytail that hung down his back.
"Don't worry, Todd. My legs don't feel as tired today."
"I want to believe you, Tedd," Todd said, worried. "If you feel tired just lean on my shoulder."
"Where did you two come from?" Aidan asked.
He felt strange in a cell in front of these two. An old man and a child who could easily be his great grandchild, here in the police station? How was it that nobody had stopped them coming in?
"Thanks for your offer, Todd," Tedd said, smiling, "I think we had better explain a few things to our friend here."
"I think it's better that you do that, Tedd," Todd suggested. "After all, you're his lawyer."
"My lawyer?" Aidan said, incredulous. "Is this a joke?"
"It seems that he doesn't want my help, Todd," Tedd said. "He's one of those who judges people by their appearance."
"I'd be happy if it was only that," Aidan said. "You look like you're a thousand years old so I guess your experience must be vast. But why are you always looking away? If you were my lawyer you'd be looking me straight in the eyes."
"Maybe you are right, Tedd," Todd agreed. "Nevertheless, I think it's a case of simple ignorance. Our dear prisoner here doesn't know what you're capable of."
"And you're not looking at me either, kid," Aidan said, beginning to get irritated. "Strange lawyers you are. I'd like to see you interrogating witnesses and putting your case before the court the way you're talking to me now."
There had to be a hidden camera somewhere. The whole thing seemed like a set-up. A pair of individuals like this wouldn't be able to go anywhere without being noticed. Even their names caused confusion. And the violet eyes had to be contact lenses. There was no way he could imagine these two within ten miles of a courtroom.
"I don't like his tone, Todd," Tedd said, "It's obvious he doesn't care much for my abilities."
"He'll change his mind, Tedd," Todd promised him. "As soon as he finds out this excellent news you've brought him, he'll have to apologize."
"OK, I'll fall into the trap," Aidan said.
He couldn't avoid feeling intrigued by the strange pair. Besides there was nothing much he could do but listen, locked up as he was. But what were they talking about? What news could they possibly have that would interest him?
"Ah, no. There's no way I'm going to tell him unless he apologizes first, Todd," Tedd grumbled, lifting his walking stick above his head and turning it a couple of times for effect.
"I dedicate my life to looking after you, Tedd," Todd reminded him. "But you've got to help out. Let the stick do what it's supposed to and stop getting all worked up."
"I understand. Accept my sincere apologies, Tedd," Aidan said, getting used to their strange way of talking. "Would you be so kind as to inform me of this news that you've brought?"
"My intuition was correct, Tedd," Todd observed. "You see how he's changed."
"Much better that way, Todd," Tedd said, "I wouldn't like to think we're getting an impolite person out of jail."
"What? I can't get…" Aidan stuttered. "You can get me out of here?"
"He's doubting me again, Todd," Tedd reiterated. "We're going to get him out of here within the hour once the paperwork's in order. And he still doesn't believe me."
"It's a question of good faith. He'll have to see it, Tedd," Todd said. "He's obviously so impressed with your good work that he doesn't know what to think."
"Who hired you?" Aidan asked suddenly.
"Surely, you are right, Todd," Tedd said. "Anyhow, we've completed our mission and now I feel tired."
The child offered his arm to the old man and they began to go back to wherever they'd come from.
"We can't go without letting him know that it was Wilfred who hired us, Tedd," Todd said as they disappeared.
"Thanks for everything," Aidan's voice echoed in the empty cell.
He threw himself on the bed and went over the incredible conversation that had just finished. No matter what happened from here on in, one thing was certain, he'd never forget Tedd and Todd.
He'd have to wait an hour to check and see if what they'd said was true.
CHAPTER 21
Although his serious expression didn't reflect it, Allan White felt so happy that even the prospect of having to kill someone couldn't darken his mood. He was walking around a large shopping centre, inspecting every detail around him, carrying a steel spear in his right hand that was longer than he was tall. His white suit shone under the overhead lighting in all its splendour.
The reason for his good mood was that he'd just discovered his therapist was right. He wasn't suffering from split personality syndrome. The simple fact of having released the harness in the gym to go after a new objective was proof enough that his personality wasn't fractured. He was conscious of what he was doing. He still didn't have the whole affair crystal clear in his mind, but he knew someone or something was influencing him to such an extent that he had new goals and desires to fulfil. That explained why he had come here and let the poor fellow drop to the floor back in the gym.
Anyway, none of that mattered now, what did was him being himself. Several people got out of his way as he walked down the passageway; he could see fear and apprehension in their eyes, but paid no attention. He was on a mission.
A child, around six years old, approached him and stretched his hand out to touch the spear, but Allan just lifted it higher and continued on his way, unaware of the mother running behind the child, grabbing the kid and dragging him away, with a look of panic written across her face.
Further ahead, the passage led to an open mall. Allan tensed the muscles on his arm and glared at three boys who were staring at him.
One of them pointed his way. "Look at that. What's this beanpole doing here with a spear in his hand?"
Allan tried to ignore them. He knew he looked different. He was six foot six tall and weighed only ten stone which made him look even taller. And dressed in a white suit carrying a seven-foot spear, it was unlikely he'd be missed wherever he went.
"Check out the suit he's wearing," the one who had pointed at him laughed. "It's not his style."
A great crash echoed in the distance and Allan saw an enormous object moving behind the trio of laughing boys. A silver wheelchair bounced off a column and crashed into the three teenagers, knocking them over.
The moment had arrived. Allan began running and jumped over the stunned teenagers. He left the corridor and headed for a large fountain spitting water high into the air in the centre of the mall. He found what he was looking for straight away.
Without wasting a second, he extended his right arm behind his body and threw the spear with all his strength. The projectile sped through the air as straight as a dart and pierced the back of a huge man dresse
d in black, just as the giant was about to bring a huge mallet down upon a woman lying prostrate on the floor beneath him. The spear went through his chest and the man in black fell heavily to one side of the woman as his mallet thudded down against the marble floor.
The woman pulled herself off the floor without any sign of having been afraid or even of having been bothered. She contemplated the dead body with a look of satisfaction.
"Great throw," a male voice called out.
Allan looked out of the corner of his eye and recognized his admirer straight away. He couldn't remember his name, but he'd seen him on television several times in all sorts of public disputes. He was an eccentric millionaire, if Allan wasn't mistaken, and was accompanied by a youth who also struck Allan as being familiar. He was suddenly curious. How did he know this young man? He couldn't guess how, but he was certain that he'd met him at some time in the past.
A shrill whistle cut through the air. Allan felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and fell to the floor with hot blood streaming out, his white suit sleeve stained red. The head of a black arrow had pierced his shoulder and two more whistles announced the arrival of another two arrows that slammed into the marble between his legs.
"Lance, back off a bit," Carol begged him. "I want to get Aidan out of this hole as much as you do, but that won't happen if we have an accident."
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't realize."
A little while later they arrived at their destination and Lance Norwood left the car on the pavement as there was nowhere else to park. Carol couldn't get the idea out of her head that Lance was imitating Aidan's behaviour, even if he wasn't aware of it. His car was going to finish up the same as Aidan's if he kept going like this.
"They still haven't fixed it," he said, looking at the sign hanging over the lift door.
The young journalist followed Lance up the stairs in silence, thinking about their conversation earlier that morning in Aidan's flat. They'd put all the information they had about the Blacks and Whites on the table and, after studying the way in which they'd changed houses, she'd said how sure she was that it was one of the Blacks that had escaped from Aidan when he ran into Dylan Blair a few days before. And that meant he should be living here now.
They'd confirmed that when a Black or White killed one from the other gang, the killer would take up residence in the victim's house. And, as if to confirm the event, Big Ben registered it by stopping. The clues had begun with William Black. Somebody had cut his head off with a sword and, following the strange logic involved, another person had gone to live in his house. That someone happened to be Peter White, who in turn was killed by a boomerang. Carol was convinced that a Black killed Peter and should have occupied this flat at that time. They'd soon find out if that was true.
Carol continued walking in silence. She would die of embarrassment if she had to repeat aloud the strange logic that she'd employed in dragging them to this place. At first they'd decided to go after James White but they soon gave that idea up. James had made it clear in no uncertain manner that he had no intention of telling them anything. So it was better to try and find an easier mark.
"I don't want to run any risks with this," Lance said, in front of the flat door. "If it's him, we'll keep him away from the window."
Carol nodded. Lance knocked on the door and they heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and a frowning individual with black eyes and hair stood before them. He didn't look like either James or Earl. He was around five foot ten with a normal complexion. There was nothing unusual about him. Lance wasn't sure if he was the man Aidan had been chasing or not. He'd only seen him from a distance. But he did have dark skin and black eyes.
"Do you mind telling me what you want?" he asked grumpily.
"Mr Black?" Lance asked.
"Who wants to know?"
"I'm DS Lance Norwood. And your name?"
"Kodey Black. Is there a problem?"
"Stand back!" Lance said. The man looked stunned, but obeyed Lance's order. "You're under arrest. Turn around."
"This is absurd," he protested. "What am I accused of?"
"Killing Peter White," Carol explained.
Lance pushed him into the room and forced him to sit down. Two days before he and Aidan had been here looking at William Black's decapitated head.
"I haven't got the foggiest what this is all about," Kodey said coldly.
"We know that you killed him with a boomerang," Carol said. "You cut his head off in the street after cutting a street lamp in two."
"Seriously? That's an interesting story," Kodey laughed. "Have you got any proof? Perhaps you've got the murder weapon?"
"We've got witnesses," Lance told him. "You're going to pay for that, unless you tell us everything. You know what I'm referring to. "
"No. No, I don't. And the whole thing means nothing to me at all. I wouldn't tell you anything even if I did know something. So go ahead, use these witnesses you're talking about. I'm scared to death." He laughed again.
"That's enough jokes for now. I know you killed that man. You're one of the Black gang and you're going to tell me about your war with the Whites."
"Now I see it," Kodey said, changing his tone. "Maybe I've judged you wrong. Do you want to know where I get the black suit from and all that stuff? I used to pick it up from the dry-cleaners regularly. Listen well, because I'm not going to repeat it. I don't know how I did all those strange things, and it doesn't bother me if you believe me or not. Have you got that clear? I haven't got the least idea about any of this."
"I'm asking you for a favour. Give us something," Carol said. "One of our friends is in trouble. He's in jail and we can't get him out if we don't get to the bottom of this first."
"You're breaking my heart, beautiful," Kodey said. "I've already told you I don't know anything."
"Bloody fool," Lance snarled. "I'm going to make sure they put you away for that murder."
"Good luck. Tedd and Todd are my lawyers and they're excellent. I can assure you of that. They got me out of a similar situation three years ago."
"We'll continue this chat down at the police station," Lance said. "Being locked up might loosen your tongue. Get up!"
Kodey didn't offer any resistance as they left the house and went down the stairs. He didn't say anything until they got to the street.
"I can't go to the station," he said nervously.
"You're already on your way. Get in the car," Lance ordered him, shoving him in the back.
Lance Norwood was on the point of losing it. His partner was locked up in jail like a common criminal and this curious individual in front of him hadn't offered even a scrap of information that could help. Lance suddenly felt as if he wasn't a good detective. Aidan would have got Black to talk one way or the other. But with him in charge, nothing had happened.
During his years with Aidan, Lance had left the interrogating to his partner. His height had always intimidated suspects, or at least that was what Lance used to think. But it was more than just physical. The big man had a knack of getting information out of anyone. It was a pity he wasn't here now.
Carol opened the back door and got in.
"It's not what you think," Kodey explained. "But I can't leave here."
"Shut up!" Lance screamed, pushing him in.
A minute later they were thick in the traffic with Carol still trying to work out a way to get some answers out of Kodey Black. But he didn't say anything, and just stared out of the window all the way. Carol gave up halfway to the station, thinking about her feelings for Aidan now that he was behind bars. It had been amazing how quickly her feelings had changed. And she didn't want to see him go from the station to prison. She was going to do everything in her power to stop that happening.
They were driving at a steady speed down a wide two-lane road when Kodey suddenly came to life. Carol studied the road ahead but couldn’t see anything that might have provoked Kodey's reaction.
"Stop the car. I can't go any further,"
Kodey yelled.
"Shut up!" Lance told him.
"This is going to be painful."
Carol was about to ask Kodey what the problem was when his face became distorted as if he'd crashed into an invisible sheet of glass. The car flew in the air, glass and pieces of metal flying everywhere. Kodey's body was suspended in the air, completely immobile. The rear part of the car had split in two, cut down the middle by the unexpected obstacle.
Lance lost control and the car was veering wildly from one side of the road to the other. The rear had collapsed and the broken chassis was being dragged along the tarmac, sparks flying. They crashed into a parked car and bounced off into a tree. Carol scrambled out and saw Kodey a few yards behind, surrounded by broken glass and metal.
"I warned you about going any further," he said, before turning and running down the street.
She went to chase after him but suddenly remembered that she hadn't checked to see if Lance was injured.
A crowd had formed around the car and she forced her way through it. She opened the door and suddenly her legs lost all their strength. A sharp pain shot through her head. Something weird was happening. Her body was shaking uncontrollably and two men were holding her and others helped put her on a stretcher. As she was carried away she had one last look at Lance in the front seat with a tree branch buried in his neck.
CHAPTER 22
Helen Black was used to being looked at. She was a beautiful woman with a good figure, but the key to what made heads turn was her height. It was unusual to see a woman seven foot tall and wherever she went everyone, men, women and children, looked at her.
Today, however, they weren't only looking at her, but at how she was dressed and at what she was carrying. As she went through the shopping centre, everyone elbowed their friends, or dragged them by the shoulder to turn and see the spectacular woman dressed in an exquisite black dress with a black bow hanging off her back.
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