by Conrad Jones
The traffic was light and moving freely as he drove toward the View. It was a sunny afternoon and the breeze was moving the branches on the trees. Alec reflected on the Parker murder and tried to connect it to the nightclub. The link was Salim Oguzhan. It had to be. Louise Parker had been seeing him and the killer had butchered her. Salim was missing and somebody had robbed and torched his nightclub. Could it all be a string of coincidences? Alec didn’t think so. As he turned onto the car park, he looked at the scattering of vehicles. None of them looked familiar or suspect. Jessie was sitting in the driver’s seat of a silver Ford Focus. His head was bandaged, making him look ridiculous. Alec parked next to him. The big Welshman looked washed out. He had dark circles beneath his eyes and the whites were bloodshot. Jessie got out of the Ford and moved gingerly toward the BMW. It was obvious his injuries were restricting his movement. He looked much older than the last time Alec had seen him. He had a disc in his right hand.
“Detective,” Jessie said as he ducked into the passenger seat. The car rocked as he wriggled his big frame into the car. “Sorry for the cloak and dagger shit, but if anyone knew I was talking to you I would already be dead. Could we just drive around, please?”
“Fine, but let’s get one thing straight,” Alec turned to him as he spoke and looked him in the eyes. Jessie looked terrified. “Whatever you say to me is on the record, Jessie. Is that understood?”
“Whatever, Detective,” Jessie shrugged. “Things can’t get any worse.”
“Okay.” Alec reversed the car and headed toward the exit. “What’s on your mind?”
“I’m not sure where to start.” Jessie bit his lip and looked out of the side window. His eyes looked watery. “I am in deep shit, Superintendent, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Start at the beginning, Jessie.”
“You know who I work for, don’t you?”
“The Oguzhan family.”
“Correct, and you will be aware of their reputation?” Jessie felt stupid, but he wasn’t sure how to explain his predicament without sounding like a grass. Talking to the police was taboo, but he had no other options.
“Yes, Jessie,” Alec shook his head and sighed. “Every police officer in the country knows the family name. What is the problem?”
“They have Rose.” A tear ran from Jessie’s left eye and he wiped it away quickly. “They’re going to kill her.”
“Rose is your wife?”
“Yes, sorry, I thought you knew her.”
“I think I met her at the club once when we were looking for you.” Alec looked for a reaction. He laughed, trying to lighten the tension. Jessie looked like he was at breaking point. “I think you were a witness to a serious assault if I remember correctly, but you couldn’t recall the incident when we spoke to you.”
“You are going back a few years, Superintendent,” Jessie nodded his head and smiled. “You never did let that one drop.”
“I can’t let anything drop, Jessie, or there would be bad guys running riot.”
“I think they still do run riot, no matter what you do.” Jessie stopped smiling as he thought about the men who were holding his wife captive.
“Sometimes I think we are fighting a losing battle, but we will never stop fighting it, Jessie. We can’t.”
“Don’t you ever get sick of dealing with murderers and scum?”
“Yes,” Alec nodded. “I do, but I never get sick of locking them up.” Alec was a tenacious detective and his reputation was in the underworld was fierce. The bad guys did not want Alec Ramsay on their case. “Do you remember the Shah family?”
“Yes, I remember them.” Jessie looked at Alec. There were similarities between them and his employers.
“Ten years ago, they were as big as the Oguzhan family are now,” Alec guided the car through the narrow lanes as he spoke. “Now they are all either dead or serving life.”
“You have a good memory.”
“All part of the job,” Alec laughed. “Why would the Oguzhan family want to kill your wife?” Alec looked across at the Welshman. He was obviously skirting around the reasons why the Oguzhan cartel had his wife. It could be any number of things. They were a nasty bunch with a reputation for brutality, but they tended to look after their employees, too. Something had made them turn on Jessie and his wife.
“It’s complicated.” Jessie didn’t want to incriminate himself, but he had to tell Alec everything for Rose’s sake. Her life depended on it. He was past caring about what happened to him.
“I am assuming you need my help to find your wife alive?” Alec asked.
“Yes, that’s why I’m here.” Jessie hung his head on his chest. He looked like a broken man. “I’ve brought the CCTV footage from that night as a peace offering.”
“Okay, that’s a start, but you realise that this is evidence and there will be no deals cut with you?”
“Yes. I want Rose back unharmed and I want out of that shithole club for good.” Jessie didn’t have a clue what they would do if they walked away from the nightclub. It had been their life for over a decade. He didn’t know anything but running pubs and clubs. The future would be uncertain, but as long as he had Rose, then they could move on together. “I can’t do it anymore.”
“I don’t think you were ever really cut out for the gangster lifestyle, Jessie.” Alec looked at him. He dealt with hardcore criminals every day and Jessie didn’t fit the bill. He was a big man with a reputation, but Alec saw a gentleman beneath the hard exterior.
“No, I don’t suppose I ever was, really.” Jessie looked the police officer in the eyes and tried to smile. “Jessie James, host to the gangsters and criminal elite. It’s a fucking joke.”
“I guess we all have to make a living, Jessie, some people choose to become plumbers and others chose a different path.” Alec looked at him again. “Is it true about you?”
“Is what true?” Jessie frowned, confused.
“Why they call you Jessie James.”
Jessie laughed and a tear ran down his face. “Now that is a classic.”
“How so?” Alec smiled.
“There was a local hard nut in the club one night.” Jessie took a packet of Lamberts from his pocket. “Can I smoke?”
“Go ahead. Just open the window a little.” Alec opened his window a few inches too.
“Thanks.” Jessie lit the cigarette and inhaled the soothing smoke. “He was a lunatic called Eugene Wells. Have you heard of him?”
“Yes,” Alec laughed. “They fished him out of the Mersey about six years back, right?”
“Right, you do have a good memory.”
“I locked him up in the nineties. He did a five stretch for armed robbery.”
“Yes, I remember him going down.” Jessie flicked the Lambert out of the window and exhaled the smoke. “Well, he kicked off in the club one night and the doormen moved in.” Jessie laughed as he recalled the night. “He dropped three of them without blinking and the others were too scared to go near him.”
“I remember he took a few officers down when they arrested him. He was a handful alright.”
“Well, we had a standoff and I was pissed off with him. I put a gun to his head and asked him to leave. He went without another word and never came back.”
“Smith and Wesson revolver?” Alec laughed.
“Yes, a very good replica!” Jessie laughed again. “I’ve never owned a real gun in my life, but the story spread quickly and it didn’t do my reputation any harm. All of a sudden, I was Jessie James.” They both laughed at the story.
“What would you have done if he had called your bluff?”
“Who knows?” Jessie stopped laughing. “I am no tough guy, Superintendent.”
Alec nodded. “Do you think the Oguzhan family is serious about killing Rose?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you need to tell me everything, Jessie. Otherwise we cannot help.”
“It started at the club the other night,” Jessie began. He t
ook a deep breath and sighed.
“On the night of the fire?”
“Yes. There was a robbery.”
“At the club?”
“At the poker game,” Jessie corrected him.
“I am intrigued.” Alec laughed at the thought of the city’s villains being robbed. “What happened?”
“The game was ticking along nicely when there was a bit of friction over a hand,” Jessie recounted.
“Between who?”
“Jinx Cotton and Leon Tanner. They always have an attitude with each other. They hate each other with a vengeance, but that night, Leon pushed all in and Jinx suckered him with four of a kind. Leon was pissed off and got nasty.”
“How much did he lose?” Alec asked. In his mind, he could see Leon scowling as he lost his money. The man was always scowling. Alec couldn’t stand the man. He was connected to crystal meth dealing and prostitution, but so far, he had avoided prosecution.
“Twenty grand in total.”
Alec whistled. That was a lot of money in anyone’s world, even to a drug dealer like Leon Tanner. “I can see why he would be pissed off.”
“That’s the price of the ticket to sit down at the game,” Jessie explained. “I won twice my yearly salary last year playing in that game. It’s usually a good-natured game; sometimes there is a bit of banter, but nothing too heavy.”
“What happened then?” Alec didn’t see the connection between Leon losing and a robbery. He frowned and his forehead creased with the deep lines that lived there.
“Two men came through the cellar door while we were distracted by the argument. They had Uzi’s.” Jessie paused for effect.
“Uzis?” There were automatic weapons on the streets, but it was still a shock when they were used in robberies. Alec swallowed hard. “Go on,” he prompted. He concentrated on the road while he listened to Jessie talking. He seemed to be relaxing a little.
“They chained up the doors to the club and herded us against the wall. Then they asked me for the combination to the safe where the poker kitty was kept.”
“What do you mean?” Alec frowned again. “You didn’t play with cash?”
“No. We put all the money into a safe beneath the table while the game went on. We play with chips.”
“Okay,” Alec said. “That makes sense.” Obviously eight people playing poker at twenty thousand pounds per person was a lot of money to have sat on a card table. It was illegal to play for cash outside a casino. Playing with chips was fine; two good reasons to hide the money. “Where was the safe?”
“It was set into the floor, under the table. They asked me for the combination and I gave them the wrong number.”
“Why?” Alec asked. He couldn’t take anything for granted. It could have been to delay the thieves, but there could be a different reason.
“The safe was alarmed. I wanted them to trip the alarm and alert the minders in the club,” Jessie explained. He touched his bandage as the memories came back to him.
“Go on.”
“They knew the combination was wrong and the bastard cut the top of my ear off.”
“Did they try to open the safe with that code?” Alec asked for clarification. If they already had the real combination then the possible scenarios were myriad.
“No. They knew it was the wrong code. They opened it with the correct code and took the money.”
“Then what?”
Jessie swallowed hard and looked out of the window. “It’s nice up here, isn’t it? Peaceful.”
“What happened, Jessie?” Alec asked sternly.
“There was another safe.” Jessie knew he had to tell all. “It was under the ice machine.”
“Okay, so what?” Alec prompted.
“They didn’t have the code to that but they knew it was there.”
“Who else knew it was there?” Alec knew the answer before he heard it.
“Myself and Salim Oguzhan were the only ones that knew, unless he told his family.”
“So they asked you for the combination?”
“Yes.” Jessie shivered.
“Then what?”
“They cut off my other ear.”
“What was in the safe?”
“Five kilos of cocaine.” Jessie felt like a weight had been removed from his shoulders.
“Is that why the Oguzhan family has taken Rose?”
“Yes, they have given me forty-eight hours to find the drugs or replace them with cash.” Jessie shrugged again. “I haven’t got a clue who robbed the club, and I don’t have that kind of money.”
“Where is Salim Oguzhan?” Alec began to backtrack on the missing pieces.
“I haven’t heard from him for weeks,” Jessie replied. “Neither has his family. They asked me where he was, but they told me that his wife and kids were visiting from Turkey.”
“When did they get here?” Alec frowned
“I don’t know, he never mentioned that they were here.”
“Do you think he’s in on this?” Alec asked. Salim was missing and his girlfriend was dead. He could have carried out the murder and then stolen enough money to disappear, but it didn’t sit right with Alec.
“I don’t think so. He knew the combination to the safe and we always got on okay. I don’t think he would hurt me unnecessarily, and he liked Rose.”
“Do you know his girlfriend, Louise Parker?” Alec asked.
“Sally had lots of girlfriends. He always had a woman on his arm.” Jessie couldn’t place the name.
“She was pretty with long auburn hair. Think, Jessie, it’s important.”
“I know who you mean now. He usually went for blond women; she stood out with her hair. Yes, I know her. She came to the club a few times, usually off her box on Charlie. I never really spoke to her though. She seemed a bit well to do, if you know what I mean.”
“When did you last see her with Salim?”
“The last time I saw Salim she was with him.” Jessie frowned as he thought about it. “They had been drinking with a weird looking guy who I hadn’t seen in the club before and then she collapsed. Salim was pissed too and their friend had to help Salim and carry her out of the club, but that wasn’t the first time.”
“I need you to come into the station and make a statement about the robbery and the last time you saw Salim. Then you need to report your wife’s kidnap. Once that is done, we can start looking for her. Are we clear?” Alec stopped the car at the side of the road and looked into Jessie’s eyes. The Welshman nodded silently and slumped in the seat. He was resigned to his fate. If he made a formal complaint against the Turkish cartel, he would spend the rest of his life in hiding. Things would never be the same again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Paul Grebe: The Past
The tablet that had killed Nate had come from an older boy at college and within seconds of returning to the car, using his laptop, Gecko knew his full name and address. When he returned home, it didn’t take long to find the dealer, Grebby. Facebook is a useful tool for finding people and finding out about them, pictures included. Paul Grebe was a geeky looking kid with long greasy hair and blackheads. Gecko was surprised because he looked like a nerd, someone whom bullies would target at school. He watched him from his car as he sold two bags of weed to a group of teenagers wearing school uniforms. He focused the binoculars on the group and checked his watch. Grebby met the boys in the same spot at the same time every day. They shook hands and Grebby walked across the playing fields toward the car park where Gecko was waiting. The kid took this route home every day after school, meeting up with some of his young customers on the way. The car park was quiet and the other vehicles were empty. Gecko decided to move now rather than wait. There was no one around to witness him talking to Paul Grebe, and if it remained that way, he could take him as easily as he had taken Carl Lewis. The boy was on his mobile as he walked by the car. He didn’t notice Nate Bradley’s father as he got out of his vehicle.
“Excuse me, have you go
t a light?”
“What, oh yes, here.” Grebby turned when he heard the voice, reaching into his pocket for his clipper.
“Thanks, Grebby,” Gecko said, lighting his cigarette.
The teenage boy looked confused. “Do I know you?”
“You knew my son.” Gecko looked around the car park to check there were no witnesses about.
“Who is your son?” Grebby shrugged nonchalantly. He hadn’t noticed that the man had used the past tense. You knew my son.
“Here he is right now.” Nate pointed to the playing fields and the young dealer looked over his shoulder. Gecko chopped him hard in the larynx and as his knees buckled, he scooped him up and bundled him into the boot. He was tied up and gagged in seconds and the journey north to the quarry began again. It was dark when they arrived and Gecko had to put the teenager over his shoulder to carry him through the woods, using a flashlight to light the way. Paul Grebe hadn’t struggled as much as he thought he would, until he dumped him down on the damp moss at the edge of the quarry. He was scared of the dark and scared of the man who had abducted him. His eyes bulged from his face.
“Do you know who I am?” Gecko asked, shining the torch into Grebby’s eyes. The teenager shook his head vigorously from side to side. “I am Nate Bradley senior,” he said slowly as he removed the duct tape from the dealer’s mouth.
“Nate Bradley?” Grebby was confused and frightened. The name registered in his brain and alarm bells began to ring. His friend, Carl, had introduced him to a geeky kid called Nate, and he remembered walking with him to the chip shop when the kid had freaked out and run off. The next thing he knew was the kid’s mother had croaked and her death was a big mystery. Carl had bought some pills from him to liven up the night out after the wake, and then all hell had broken loose when the Bradley kid had ended up in intensive care. Grebby couldn’t see why Carl had made such a drama out of the kid’s death. Shit happened.