Cuckoos on the Mersey by Conrad Jones

Author:Conrad Jones [Jones, Conrad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, organised crime, gangs, Social Services, Child Exploitation, County Lines
Published: 2023-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21. Mad Madern.

Tell me lies, sweet little lies...

DETECTIVE SERGEANT Howard and DC Johnson were the officers selected to speak to Barry Madern. He had been arrested on suspicion of breaching an injunction by uniformed officers outside of his office in Lark Lane. They put him into a marked patrol vehicle, in front of diners and drinkers in the many wine bars and tapas joints. It was highly embarrassing, and he was beyond angry when he arrived at the custody suite. He was processed and stripped of his gold chains, Tag watch, belt and shoes and left in a cell to sweat for three hours. His brief was Alister Clement from Clement, Darling and Moss, a firm who specialised in criminal law and defended the city’s richest rogues. Their client list was a who’s who of Merseyside’s gangsters. Clement was wearing a dark blue Hugo Boss suit, his dyed-too-dark hair was gelled back. In contrast, Madern was wearing a grey tracksuit from the same designer. He had piercing blue eyes, cropped greying hair and wore a diamond stud in his left ear. His arms and torso were covered in ink from his hands to his neck.

Eventually, Madern and his brief were shown into an interview room, which was cold and smelled of vomit, and made to wait for another forty minutes. Clement complained several times and was told to wait for the detectives to arrive as they were busy working another case. The detectives walked in and nodded greetings, the male introduced himself as DS Howard and the female was DC Johnson. Madern was drawn to the female detective; her black leggings hugged her slim hips.

Howard was middle aged, skinny with a mop of grey hair, wearing faded Wranglers and a check shirt. Johnson was in her twenties, attractive and from a Pakistani background. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail which reached her waist. She had eyelashes that a drag queen would die for.

‘I’m switching this on. For the camera, Detective Seargent Howard and...’

‘Detective Constable Johnson have entered the room.’

‘Also present are Alister Clement and...’

‘Barry Madern and for the record, I’m already fucked off with playing your games,’ Madern said. ‘Delay tactics might work with the dumb fucks you bring in here and bully into confessions, but I’ve been around the block. You lot must think I was born yesterday, fucking muppets.’

‘There’s no need for the language, Barry,’ Howard said, smiling.

‘Fuck you, it’s all about having respect,’ Madern said, smiling back.

‘Respect?’ Howard said. ‘Do you know how to spell it?’

‘Fuck you, Dibble,’ Madern said. ‘If you treat me like a cunt, I’ll behave like one.’

‘So, we all know where we stand,’ Howard said. ‘Barry is going behave like a cunt.’

‘Can we get on with this?’ Clement said. ‘Enough postering and game playing.’

‘We’re not playing games, Barry.’ DS Johnson said, opening a file.

‘Mr Madern to you, love.’

‘Sorry. Mr Madern,’ she repeated. ‘I’m DC Johnson, not love.’

‘We haven’t met but let me tell you that you’re not good enough to play games against me, darling,’ Madern said, glaring at her.

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