The Child Taker to Criminally Insane Box Set, Crime Books 1, 2 and 3 Detective Alec Ramsay Mystery Series (Detective Alec Ramsay Crime Mystery Suspense Series)

by Conrad Jones

  “It`s clear, Superintendent.” The bomb squad officer finished checking beneath the floor plan and wheel arches. “You can approach the vehicle, but please don’t press anything, or switch anything on.”

  Alec nodded and walked around the car. It was an odd request to make to an experienced senior officer, but he had just seen his commanding officer blown to bits and charcoaled in a firestorm, he was doing his job the way he`d been taught to. Alec looked in the windows. Ashwan Pindar bled to death slowly. The foot well was pooled with congealing blood. His trousers were blown away at the knee, and most of the joint was splattered over the dashboard. There was a reactivated machinegun on the driver`s side heater vents. Alec didn’t think that Pindar ever used it. Why would he put it in the window in plain view? It was put there for a reason, probably for the benefit of the police officers that arrived first at the scene. There was an anonymous tip off about a shooting, and a Mac-10 in the windscreen of a parked vehicle. It was bound to provoke an armed response from the police. That`s exactly what they got. The rear door was still open, and the sports bag was clearly visible. Alec clocked the three packages of white powder. Cocaine he guessed. Malik Shah was far too shrewd to transport dope around in his own car. It was another piece in the game created by the Bernsteins.

  “They`ve watched the footage, Guv.” Will called him. He was twenty yards away with his phone to his ear. Alec had seen enough in the car to know what happened, but he wanted to know how.

  “Go on, don’t keep me in suspense.”

  “The cameras show the BMW being stopped by a highways vehicle. They flanked it and then an ambulance turned up and reversed up to the front of the vehicle. The ambulance men go back and forth while a third man in uniform places the cones around the scene. Everything is obscured from the road by the way they parked them up.”

  “They brought Pindar and Shah here in the ambulance, drugged I bet.”

  “They can`t take those vehicles back to the farm, Guv. We need to find them.”

  “Get the plates to traffic and airborne. They won’t be far away, I`m sure of that.” Alec looked west toward Liverpool. Planes were taking off and landing less than three miles up the river. “How far is it to the airport from here by road, four miles, five at the most?”

  “Yes, no more than that.”

  “They worked to a timetable, Will, and now we know why. Tell uniform to check the airport parking facilities, all of them, off site and on site.”

  “I`m on it, Guv,” Will took his mobile and dialled.

  “What time did the cameras show them leaving the bridge?” Alec asked when he`d finished his call.

  “Forty minutes before the first officers arrived.”

  “Forty minutes, plus an hour stand-off. They could be in the air already. I want every bit of camera data at the airport checked, and find out which flight they got on. I want everyone we have at our disposal at the airport.”

  CHAPTER 61

  John Lennon Airport

  Alec had every detective available at John Lennon Airport, along with over sixty uniformed police officers, an armed response unit and the bomb squad. The ambulance was found parked on a housing estate a mile from the airport, and the highways truck was left on an unmanned long stay car park. The police helicopter spotted them as it scoured the area for the vehicles. Alec was convinced that they were gone already. Their planning was meticulous, and it would be naive to assume that they would foul up their escape. The airport was the nearest transport hub, and their obvious means of escape, but is that what they wanted him to think? Park the vehicles near to the airport, and then get a ferry or a train instead.

  “Have we got the passenger information we need yet?” Alec called Smithy at the office. The data was supposed to be sent direct to him from the airport security systems analysts, but there was an irritating delay for a reason yet unknown.

  “Nothing has come through, and they won`t tell me why, Guv.”

  “What do you mean, Smithy, who won`t tell you?”

  “I called airport security, and they`ve referred me to the Divisional Commander.”

  “What?” Alec screwed up his face in a scowl. “The Divisional Commander, what exactly did they say?”

  “I told them the information was vital, and it was on Detective Superintendent Ramsey`s authority. They said it would be with me in ten minutes, but when it didn’t come, I called back, and they said there was an issue with the request, and that it was with the Commander, Guv.”

  “Get the Commander on the blower, Smithy and patch me through to him.” Alec was furious. Had the Commander taken over the case, or assigned another Superintendent? He ran the possible scenarios through his mind while he waited. All the time they messed about the Bernsteins were putting distance between them. The line clicked and Smithy`s voice came back over the phone. “Guv.”

  “What is it Smithy?”

  “He said he can`t talk to you now, Guv, and get this, we`re to stand down!”

  “What the hell is he playing at?”

  “What do you want me to do, Guv?”

  Alec thought for a long time before answering the question, and when he did his stomach turned. “If the Commander says that we are to stand down, then that`s what we`ll have to do.”

  CHAPTER 62

  MI5

  There was a feeling of outrage running through the law enforcement teams working on the case. Confusion, frustration and resentment were running high. There was no communication coming down the ranks as to why there was a stand down ordered at the airport. It was as if someone pulled the plug on the entire investigation at the last minute. If they`d identified which flight the bombers had boarded, then they could have had them arrested at the other end. Alec Ramsey couldn’t fathom the reason why.

  Alec was shell shocked by the decision to stand down, and not being able to explain it to his troops made things worse. He`d demanded an immediate briefing with the Commander when he finally returned his calls, which was granted, but he was told it would be the following day, and he was to go alone. He hadn’t slept a wink that night, and his long suffering wife Gail kept him supplied with coffee and organic sandwiches as he made call after call to his high ranking colleagues digging for information. Either no one knew anything, or they weren’t saying anything. He dressed in his best navy blue suit, and chose a tie to match the colour. If he was to be kicked off the case then he would step down as the head of the Major Investigation Team. Gail said she would stand by him, whatever decision he made.

  The drive to work took forever, and the charcoal clouds reflected his mood. He went direct to the top floor without calling into his office, it was better not to see his own officers before he`d had the briefing with the Commander. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, and when he stepped out of it, he needed to pee. He pushed open the door of the gents, thick black marble tiles covered the floor and walls, white porcelain sinks, and stainless-steel fixtures complimented them. Agent Spence of the MI5 was using a urinal. Alec stopped in his tracks and shook his head in disbelief. Who else could have blocked his request for information from the airport, apart from MI5 that was?

  “Superintendent,” Spence said without turning his head. His face blushed red and Alec didn’t think it was because he`d seen him pissing.

  “Agent Spence, are you here to shed some light on my investigation, or are you loitering with intent in the executive toilets again?” Alec thought about smashing the agent`s face into the tiles.

  “Oh, I didn’t realise that investigations were owned by individual officers, no matter how high up the food chain they are.”

  Agent Spence shook it dry and tucked himself back into his grey trousers, before leaving without saying another word. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, which told Alec that he`d been there for sometime already, and it was only nine o`clock in the morning. Alec finished and stood in front of a basin. He looked into the mirror and frowned at what he saw. His blond hair was greying fast, his worry lines were firmly ent
renched around his forehead and eyes, and they were spreading rapidly. The fact MI5 had an agent on the top floor didn’t bode well for the meeting he was about to have with the Divisional Commander. Chief Carlton wasn’t invited either, which worried him further. He washed his hands and splashed his face with cold water, and then headed for the Commander`s office.

  “Commander,” Alec knocked and opened the door at the same time. His superior was sat behind his desk, and he didn’t look happy. His face was dark with worry.

  “Alec, come in,” the Commander said. He left the formalities aside for now. “You and Agent Spence are familiar with each other by now, so let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?”

  “That suits me,” Alec closed the door and sat opposite the Commander. He positioned himself so that he could look both men in the face without moving.

  The Commander coughed nervously, and cleared his throat. “I`m sure that you have lots of questions, Superintendent, and I intend to answer them as honestly as I can, with the help of Agent Spence, however I must remind you that whatever is discussed in this meeting is top secret information.”

  Alec didn’t like the sound of that. He could smell bullshit and cover-up coming over the horizon; they usually travelled together. He decided not to comment and to remain silent for now.

  “I must reiterate, Commander, this is an ongoing operation, and as such I`m limited as to what I can divulge.” Agent Spence smoothed his grey hair backward. He was already nervous, before they`d started. Alec was pleased that he was uncomfortable.

  “Yes, quite,” the Commander waved his hand face down as if he were waving him away. “Alec, what do you need from me?”

  “Why did you block the security information that I requested from the airport?” Alec asked casually. He was keeping his powder dry. There would be plenty of time for getting annoyed, he was sure of that. The Commander looked at Agent Spence.

  “I didn’t block it, Alec, MI5 did.”

  Alec looked at Spence for a reply to his question, but none was forthcoming. Spence didn’t look at him.

  “Why did you block my request Agent Spence?”

  “I`m afraid that`s classified, Superintendent.”

  “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why would footage from check-in desks and boarding gates be classified information?” Alec wasn’t going to be fobbed off. “We were in pursuit of dangerous criminals, that`s what we do, and you stopped me doing my job.”

  “You have no solid evidence that the Bernstein brothers were in the airport, let alone that they boarded a plane. We will release the passenger manifest and the camera evidence to you tomorrow.”

  “Thank you, now it`s virtually useless.” Alec raised a finger to his lips and looked confused. He was playing Spence. “Why did you mention the Bernstein brothers?”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “You said we had no evidence that the Bernsteins were in the airport, why mention their names?”

  “We were following your investigation.” Spence looked down at the floor, another lie.

  “I thought you were following Malik Shah and his gun running business?”

  “We were.”

  “How do the two things collide?”

  “I don’t understand your problem,” Agent Spence was on the back foot. He had slipped up mentioning their names, and he knew it.

  “The Bernstein investigation uncovered a tragic family history connected to Shah and his cronies when they were teenagers, but nothing to do with gunrunning or arms deals.”

  “We are aware of your findings, Superintendent.” Spence straightened his tie, and sat rigid. He wanted to look composed, but he wasn’t at all.

  “Then how would Shah`s gunrunning be connected to the Bernsteins?” Alec frowned again.

  Agent Spence smoothed his hair back again. He had blushed again. The Commander remained quiet while Alec made the agent squirm. “I`m sorry, Superintendent but that is classified.”

  “I`ll ask you again, Agent Spence, why would the Bernstein family have anything to do with your arms dealing investigations?”

  “It`s classified.”

  “So it is connected?”

  “You`re repeating yourself, Superintendent.”

  “You`re damn right I am.” Alec turned the volume up a few notches. “The Bernstein investigation revealed a family grudge, a bitter campaign of revenge against a group of men that raped their sister, now tell me what the fuck that has to do with international arms deals?”

  “It`s classified.”

  Alec turned to the Commander, and tried to read his face. He couldn’t look him in the eye. Alec`s brain was working overtime, and he wasn’t enjoying the answers that it was coming up with.

  “You didn’t want us to capture the Bernsteins did you?”

  “Don`t be ridiculous.” Spence tried to be aloof and bat the question away, but he failed miserably. Alec was all over his reaction immediately.

  “You blocked our request for information at the airport, because you didn’t want us to capture them, why else would you block it and then release it to us when it`s useless?”

  “The reason is classified.”

  “The reason speaks for itself, Agent Spence.”

  “I`m not sure there is any point in continuing this line of questioning, Commander,” Agent Spence looked for a way out.

  “You couldn’t nail Malik Shah could you?”

  “What are talking about now?”

  “You couldn’t nail Malik Shah, but the Bernsteins could use methods that you couldn’t.”

  Agent Spence shifted in his chair and crossed his arms. Alec was driving him into a corner and he wasn’t articulate or intelligent enough to fend off his questions. “I think we`ve accomplished all we can from this meeting.”

  “You let them go, why would you do that?”

  “What, that`s ridiculous!” Spence looked shocked by the remark, but Alec was onto the truth.

  “Are you that stupid, or do you think that I am?”

  “I`ve had enough of this, I`m calling it a day. If you need anything else do it through the proper channels. We`re done.” Agent Spence tried to stand up, but Alec was too quick. He closed the gap between them and grabbed Spence by the tie, and twisted it tightly. Spence tried to relieve the pressure on his throat, but Alec squeezed harder. The Commander raised a hand to intervene, but he was gobsmacked by the accusations Alec was making, and the credibility that they had.

  “I think the least you can do, Agent Spence, is listen to me for a few minutes. You see I`m just a bog standard detective. I follow the evidence and try to put the bad guys in jail, no bullshit, no cover-ups. I have to play by the rules, and I want to know what happened.”

  Agent Spence held up his hands in surrender and Alec relieved the pressure on his necktie. He brushed down the agent`s suit with the back of his hands, and straightened his tie sarcastically. Stepping back, he sat back down in his chair.

  “I`m pissed off, Agent Spence, because I watched a good man get blown to bits by the lunatics that you let walk. Now I want to know why you would let them leave the country, why?” Alec was beginning to put the pieces together himself, but that didn’t mean he was about to let the MI5 man off the hook.

  “That`s classified.” Agent Spence looked jumpy. Alec had him rattled, but he wasn’t going to spill the beans.

  “So you did let them walk?” Alec pressed, looking for a chink in the armour. “Did you know David Bernstein was here all along?”

  There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes as Alec mentioned it. It was enough to cement Alec`s theory in his head. David Bernstein was an operative in one of the world`s most secret military units. The Israelis denied that the unit actually existed at all, and so would MI5 if they were asked. Alec could tell by his reaction that he knew David Bernstein was in the country.

  “That`s classified.” Agent Spence wanted to make a bolt for the door, but he could tell Alec wasn’t going to let him wa
lk out. He had to stand his ground though. “I really can`t say anymore on the subject of the Bernsteins, Superintendent.”

  “Fucking hell!” Alec looked at the Commander and slapped his knees with his hands, as if he`d had a Eureka moment. “They knew he was here, and they knew he was Israeli Special Forces, and that`s why the Israeli military wouldn’t cooperate when we asked them where he was.”

  “I can see where you are coming from, Alec, I`m not so sure there`s anything that we can do about it now,” The Commander wobbled his jowls as he spoke. “If this is true then it will have been approved by the top brass.”

  “Was David Bernstein sent here by the Israeli government?” Alec turned back to Spence and jabbed a finger toward his face. The agent looked away.

  “I`m not saying anymore, Superintendent.”

  Alec sat forward in his chair. He was calm because he was amazed at what he`d discovered.

  “Was Malik Shah selling weapons and munitions to Israel`s enemies?”

  “Yes, that I can confirm.” Agent Spence looked relieved that he could answer a question at last. “He was supplying Hamas with reactivated weapons”

  “I thought Shah was a non-religious Muslim?” The Commander looked to Alec for confirmation.

  “He was,” Alec agreed. “This was all about money, not religion, wasn’t it?”

  “In the Middle East there are a lot of incentives on offer to those who support the Arab struggle against the Jews.”

  “Yes, I bet there are,” Alec laughed sarcastically. “Shah has business interests in Dubai, Saudi and Qatar, not bad for a drug dealer from Liverpool, eh?”