Death Beneath the Covers by Fiona Tarr

Author:Fiona Tarr
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fiona Tarr
Published: 2021-05-31T00:00:00+00:00

21

Max signed all three men into holding. ‘Keep them apart,’ he told the booking officer. ‘We’ll start interviews when Jack gets back.’

‘No worries Max.’ The young female officer smiled, but Max had already turned to leave the cells.

His stomach grumbled as he made his way down in the elevator. He reached reception and walked out onto Angus Street, rubbing his rough, whiskered chin as he decided where to eat. He could really do with a beer but he was on duty and it was only lunch time.

Just as he stepped out to cross the road, he was nudged from behind. Not hard enough to push him into traffic but enough to get the heart racing. He turned, ready to offer the assailant a serve and stopped.

‘The boss wants to talk to you.’ No-Neck was wearing his signature white t-shirt and blue jeans, even on this hot January day.

‘Well you tell him I’m on duty and I’ll ring him tonight.’ No-Neck wasn’t having any of it.

‘You’ll need to see him now Max.’ The thug indicated with a nod to the limousine waiting just up the street in the loading zone. The detective sighed and started walking. How the arsehole always managed to find him when Jack wasn’t around was either a miracle or he had other police in his pocket. The latter was more likely.

Max reached the stereotypical gangster car as No-Neck put his hand on the door and opened it to let him in. A red, angry scratch caught his attention, but No-Neck shoved him inside and jumped in after him. Max took the seat that faced the rear and slowly inhaled to keep his temper in check.

The car windows were tinted almost midnight black, but Max could still see the pedestrians rushing by, oblivious to the tension that was building right under their noses.

‘Max. You’ve been busy.’ The man was in his late sixties, well dressed in a custom-made suit, his dark hair silver at the temples, his beard styled like George Clooney.

‘That’s my job. Detective Max. You remember?’ Max pointed to his chest.

‘Don’t get smart Max. It doesn’t suit you.’ The man leant forward, No-Neck following to add weight to the comment.

‘What do you want Bruce?’ Max crossed his arms defensively and slumped back in the leather trimmed seat.

‘Better. Much better. You have two of my associates in custody. You need to let them go before questioning them.’ Bruce sat back, No-Neck followed like his shadow and Max grinned mockingly at the thug.

‘Not gonna happen dick face.’ His eyes returned to Bruce, the grin leaving his face. ‘Your son knows who they are. We got their ID’s at booking. I can let them walk, but he’ll just track them down. Then he’ll be asking questions about who let them go.’

The Judge rubbed his chin as he considered his options. ‘Do they know me?’ He directed the question at No-Neck.

‘No boss.’ The thug shook his head.

‘Do they know enough to be a problem?’ The thug shrugged. ‘Alright. I’ll talk to the presiding judge.

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