by Conrad Jones
“Where am I?” She asked. She was confused and the chloroform made her feel sick. The camper was warm and cosy and a battery lantern cast an amber glow inside. “How did I get here?”
“I took you,” Jack smiled again. “What is your name?”
“Sarah,” she croaked. Her throat was dry and her tongue felt swollen and rough. “Could I have a drink of water please?”
“I don’t see why not, as long as you behave.” Jack said sternly. His face became serious and he raised his finger to his lips again. “No noise, understand?”
“Okay,” Sarah whispered. Her senses were returning slowly. “My arms are hurting me.” Cramps were creeping from her shoulder sockets down her arms and into her hands. She tried to move them but he had tied them together tightly. Her memory of the last few hours was hazy but she recalled someone clamping strong hands over her mouth and then a nauseous smell had filled her nose. Then there was nothing. “Why have you tied me up?”
“Keep still,” Jack said. “I’ll move you onto your side.” There was a kitchen unit behind the driver’s seat and Jack took a bottle of water from the camping fridge. He twisted the top off and placed it to her lips.
Sarah lifted her head and gulped from the bottle. The water trickled from the side of her mouth and ran down her neck. “Why am I here?” She asked.
“Don’t worry about it. I have a job for you.” Jack grinned and his face looked evil in the half-light. “You like selling your body for money, don’t you?”
“No,” she croaked. A bolt of fear shot down her spine and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t like it. None of the girls do but I need to pay the rent. I hate what I do.”
“Whatever,” Jack whispered. “You sell your body for sex.”
“I’m only doing it until I get on my feet.”
“Poor Sarah,” Jack whispered. “Don’t kid yourself, darling. You’re a slut.”
“I wasn’t always like this.” Sarah spoke softly, trying to keep her captor calm. All the advice she had ever read told her to try to keep a potential rapist calm. She had to try to make him see her as a seventeen-year-old girl, not a piece of meat. “I ran away from home and I was desperate.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Jack chuckled. “I’ve heard it all before, princess, but it all adds up to the same thing. You’re nothing but a little whore.”
“If you are going to rape me, I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” Sarah said bluntly. She had been on the streets for nearly two years, and rape was an occupational hazard. Some of the older girls had warned her about the psychos she would encounter on the job. They had told her not to resist if a punter turned violent. It had happened a few times. She learned that resisting only made it worse. Her number one objective was to get away from this man in one piece. It was better to let him do what he wanted and leave unharmed. “I can make you feel good. If you untie me, we can have some fun. Do what you want but please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh Sarah,” Jack smiled. “As much as I would love to indulge myself, I’m afraid you belong to another man, or you will once he pays me.”
“What do you mean?” Sarah tried to stay calm. There was something intrinsically bad about this man, very bad indeed. Cold shivers ran down her spine and her stomach contracted with fear. Sarah knew fear well. It was a fellow traveller through her life. Fear had always been her companion. She remembered the nights when her mother went to bingo and left her in the care of her stepfather. She dreaded hearing the front door closing and the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. When her bedroom door handle turned, a knot would appear in her stomach to the point where she could hardly breathe. She remembered the feeling of fear well, very well indeed. She felt fear when he came to her and she felt fear when he left her lying in his sticky fluids. The fear of her mother finding his stains in her bed was almost as bad as what he did to her. Sarah knew fear and she knew guilt and self-loathing. They were constants in her world. It was the fear of him hurting her night after night that had driven her from her home onto the streets. She was frightened now, terribly frightened. “What are you going to do?”
“Sell you, darling. I’m your new manager, sort of,” Jack smiled again. He stuck the tape back over her mouth and smothered her nose with the chloroform soaked cloth. “You sell yourself for a few pounds here and there but you don’t realise how valuable you are, darling. Sleep tight, pretty Sarah,” he whispered in her ear as he held her down until the feeble struggle waned. Sarah drifted off into a dream in which she was at home after a normal night, a long shower and a bowl of tomato soup on her mind. They made her feel more human. Galaxy chocolate worked too. She loved the cookie crumble bar best. It did not take the sick feeling away but it was her little piece of sanity in an insane world.
Jack watched her eyes close and when the struggling stopped, he climbed back into the driver’s seat. He opened the door and stepped out into the night. It was cold as he waited, and a light drizzle began to fall. The temperature was falling day by day now as autumn turned to winter and the dark nights closed in. Jack liked the winter months because the darkness hid a multitude of his sins, not that he saw them as sins, business was business. Headlights swept the night sky and illuminated the trees on the edge of the car park. The branches were losing their leaves and there was a thick covering of dead foliage on the ground. Jack watched from the cover of the trees, waiting until he was sure that it was his client in the car. It might be a courting couple looking for some privacy for their lovemaking or it might be a random police patrol car looking for drug dealers, who frequented this isolated spot. There was a long approach road from the main arterial route to this park. It gave him plenty of time to make sure the vehicle was the one he was waiting for. He could not be too careful.
Jack had arranged the deal on the internet. His client had said that he would be driving a dark blue Nissan pickup with a lid fitted on the back. Vans and campers were better for this kind of work but a closed pickup truck would suffice. The girl could be bundled into it within seconds, and then she would no longer be Jack’s problem. The Nissan pulled in and the driver dipped the lights three times as agreed, so far, so good. Jack had to be careful. He was a hunted man. Police forces all over the continent, Europe and Africa wanted him removed from society and his trade extinguished. As the vehicle stopped, Jack walked to the passenger door and opened it. He climbed onto the running board to jump into the front seat.
“Nice night,” he sneered. His teeth were blackened and crooked. He had thought about having them fixed so that children would not be as wary of him but he had not gotten around to it yet. Anyway, he quite liked the look of disgust on their faces when he smiled. Dentists wanted too many personal details before they would accept a new patient these days, and changing his identity so often meant that he had to change his documentation constantly. Jack could not stay in one place too long. If they caught him, they would lock him up for the remainder of his life. He had had a few close shaves with the law, and he did not need any more. The last time the police had caught him, they had cuffed him to a hospital bed whilst his injuries were treated. Jack had had to slice off his own thumb with a scalpel to slip the handcuffs. Since then, he had been extra careful, never staying in one place for too long, constantly changing his identity. The client looked nervous, holding the steering wheel tightly. Jack blew into his hands to warm them as he spoke. When it was cold, the scar tissue where his thumb had once been, ached with pain. “She’s sleeping like a baby, nice and compliant, if you know what I mean.”
“How old is she?” The client asked without looking at him or letting go of the wheel. He stared around the empty car park searching the shadows for danger. Jack could tell this was his client`s first time and he loved his discomfort.
“She told me she was at least sixteen, Your Honour,” Jack joked. “She’s as old as you want her to be. What does it matter?”
“You must have an idea,” the client said curiously. He could feel his nerve endi
ngs tingling at the thought of what he was about to do. On the way to the meeting, he had stopped the truck twice. Part of him was excited. Part of him was terrified. “I wouldn’t feel right if she was too young.”
“You’ve bought a girl to keep. How right can that be?” Jack laughed at the client’s confused morals. “What do you want, adoption papers?”
“Of course not, but I don’t want anyone to think I’m a paedophile.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you are. You asked for a teenager,” Jack shrugged. “That’s what I have. Do you want her or do you want to discuss the deeper moral issues of kidnap and rape and its effect on modern society for a while?”
“There‘s no need to be arsey, I’m nervous, that’s all.” The client’s face darkened. He was angry and embarrassed by Jack’s bluntness. He coughed and asked, “Can I see her?”
“Afraid not,” Jack whispered. “You asked for a teenage girl who would not be missed, and that is what I have. Once the payment is complete, you can look at her all you want. She’s all yours.”
“Where is she from?” He didn’t know why he wanted to know, but he did.
“What?” Jack frowned.
“I just wondered where she was from.” The client felt silly for asking the question. The seller was making him nervous. There was something creepy about him.
“She has her wallet, mobile phone and driving license in her handbag.” Jack smiled.
“Has she?” The client’s eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Of course,” Jack smiled again, “and she has her pyjamas in her overnight bag.”
“Are you taking the piss?” The client realised that what Jack was saying was ludicrous. “There’s no need to take the piss. I’m not stupid.”
“Then don’t ask stupid questions,” Jack stopped smiling and glared at him. His eyes were dark and piercing and the client broke his stare and looked away. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let me see the money.”
The client twisted in his seat and reached for a holdall. As he came closer, Jack could smell alcohol on his breath, whisky and beer. He placed the holdall between them and unzipped it. There were bundles of twenty-pound notes in the bag. The price for the girl was five grand but there was much more than that in the bag; much, much more. The client looked at Jack for a reaction, and Jack saw that there was a glaze on his eyes. His client was drunk and stoned. The man was a fool. He was driving under the influence to pick up a random kidnapped girl with a bag full of money. If the police pulled him over, he would have some explaining to do. Jack was annoyed and he wanted to get away from the client. Drunken people make mistakes and Jack had to be careful.
“You’re pissed,” Jack hissed. It was no wonder the client was asking stupid questions. “I warned you, no drink or drugs before the handover.”
“Look, if she’s good, there’s plenty more where this came from,” the client nodded and smiled. He had had to drink to calm his nerves. “I’ve had a big payoff from the army. I’ve got money and I want a regular supply.”
“From the army?” Jack asked. The sight of the bundles of notes made him stop in his tracks for a moment. His mind was ticking.
“Yes, they booted me out but I got a good payout,” the client said, trying to make a joke of it.
“Very good,” Jack leaned toward him and sneered again. He didn’t think he was going to do the deal as arranged anymore. He thought about the drugged prostitute in his camper and he looked at the bagful of banknotes again. That amount of money would last a long time, and he could keep the girl for himself for a few days until she bored him. He felt his pulse racing as he thought about hurting her. This was a great opportunity, and he was never one to miss an opportunity. His hand slipped into his pocket and closed around the handle of a carpet knife. “I think we can conclude our business without any further chitchat, don’t you?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” his client stammered. He tried a smile but it didn’t hide his nervousness.
“Shit!” Jack hissed, nodding his head towards the entrance road and pointing his spindly finger. “Police car,” he lied.
The client turned to look where he was pointing and Jack moved quickly, pushing his client’s head back against the seat. The blade flashed in the darkness and a crescent-shaped rent appeared in his client’s throat. The man twitched and thrashed his arms around, trying to stem the jet of blood, but Jack held his head tightly until the gurgling sound subsided and the thick coppery smell of blood filled the air.
Chapter One
DS Alec Ramsay
Detective Superintendent Alec Ramsay was about to put his coat on and go home when there was a knock on the door. The handsome face of DI Will Naylor appeared along with a waft of Armani aftershave. Will was dressed in a sharp black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. His silk tie had cost more than Alec’s entire suit. Alec rarely had his top button fastened at the office but he buttoned his collar and neatened his tie whenever he was dealing with his junior detectives. They were like chalk and cheese as far as their dress sense went, but when it came down to solving crimes, they thought along the same lines and made a good team. Will was a rough diamond but Alec was shaping him into a fine detective. He covered for him when he made mistakes and allowed him the space he needed to mature into the role of lead detective. It had been a battle to have him promoted to DI, as Will wasn’t always the most politically correct officer on the force. Despite his indiscretions, Alec could see the long-term potential in him, and he had stuck his neck out to help him progress.
“You’re still here then, Guv?” Will said smiling. His teeth were straight and white. Some people took his smart appearance as a sign of weakness, but they were wrong. Will was scared of no one, and his detective skills were as sharp as his dress sense. Several of the city’s crime lords had threatened his life over the years but he had never wavered or asked for a transfer. His attitude was, “what will be will be.”
“No, this is a hologram. I left ten minutes ago, you plonker, what’s up?”
“We’ve just had a call from Uniform. They’ve found a woman’s body in a factory unit near the river.”
“When was this?” Alec asked. His forehead creased with deep furrows. His skin had never been perfect but age had made it pitted and wrinkled as if he had spent decades under the desert sun. He hadn’t spent much time in the sun at all; it was genetic. Alec looked ten years older than his true age.
“They found her four hours ago and uniform informed vice immediately.” Will could see that his boss wasn’t impressed with his pitch so far. “I’ve got a feeling they’re going to bat it over to us.”
“It has been a long week for MIT, and I’m due a few days leave.” Alec Ramsay always had deep lines etched into his forehead and around his eyes but they looked deeper today. His piercing blue eyes were made dull by a lack of sleep over the previous days and his greying blond hair was tussled. “Are you sure this one is coming our way?”
“I think so, I know you’re off home, Guv, but this is a nasty one by all accounts. I think it will drop in our lap so I thought you’d want to know.” Will could see that Alec was tired and stressed. “Do you want me to take a look at the scene and call you when I’m done?”
“I don’t know if it’s sensible to let you go alone,” Alec joked. He sighed and looked at his watch. “Gail was expecting me home two hours ago, her mother has come to stay for a few days, those usually turn into a week which stresses Gail to a breaking point, and I get it in the neck.”
“I’m surprised the old bird is still clucking, Guv.”
“Oh yes, going strong,” Alec shook his head. “She‘s a little abrasive at the best of times, the rest of the time she’s an obnoxious old crow, but what can you do? What have we got so far?”
He decided to listen to what Will had to tell him before making a call home. It would be either the ‘I’m going to be late’ call or the ‘I won’t be home tonight, l
uv’ call. Neither ever went down well.
“The body was found four hours ago in an unused unit off Jamaica Street.”
“Jamaica Street,” Alec whistled as he breathed out. “If I had a pound for every time I hear that road mentioned in a crime report, I would have retired by now.”
“I know, Guv, but this one stands out.” Will held his hand up to signal there was more. Jamaica Street was one of Liverpool’s most notorious red light districts. Finding a dead female there was a common occurrence but apparently, the brutality of this death was out of the ordinary. “She was strung upside down and tortured to death, Guv.”
“Is she known to vice?” Alec stood and put his coat on. There was no doubt they would have to inspect the crime scene but Will was capable of doing that alone. “I’m wondering if it will fall to them.”
There was a fine balancing act going on in his mind between his home life and his work commitments. Things at home were strained. His team had spent the last four weeks working on a double murder. Uniformed police had found two men, brothers from a notorious local crime family, in the toilets of a large supermarket. Their rivals had shot them through the back of the head, execution style. The murders had kicked off a spate of retaliatory attacks between the city’s gangsters, putting pressure on his team to find the killer quickly in order to put an end to the violence. Explosive devices had been used, and the Counter Terrorist Unit had been all over it. Alec had cancelled all leave until they arrested the suspect and charged him with both murders. He had led his team from the front, which meant he hadn’t been home much for a month.
“They can’t identify her yet, Guv.” Will shrugged. “She’d been there a while by all accounts but Dr. Libby is sure there is more to it than just a random murder.”
“If she is known to vice, it might be best to let them see what the score is before we go jumping in with both feet,” Alec sighed. If she were a known prostitute then the vice detectives would look at the case first. If they did know the victim and it turned out to be a sexual crime it would be down to them to look into it before it came to MIT. “I think we should take a look anyway.” Alec sighed. “I can drive along the dock road, inspect the crime scene and then take the coast road home.”