TURF WAR (A DCI Tyler Thriller Book 3) by Mark Romain

Author:Mark Romain [Romain, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-04T16:00:00+00:00

“So how are you enjoying being on AMIP?” Fatma asked Steve Bull as they drove through the late evening traffic towards Goren’s nephew’s restaurant on the outskirts of Wood Green.

“I’m loving it, so far,” he said, casting a sideways glance at her. He had worked in the main CID office at Stoke Newington for several years before transferring to AMIP, dealing with rapes, kidnaps, serious assaults and a plethora of other major crimes. “This murder is the first job I’ve been made Case Officer for since I arrived,” he confided with a grin. “I was expecting to cut my teeth on a simple domestic, but it seems I’ve been thrown straight in at the deep end.”

“Does that bother you?” she asked.

“It’s a steep learning curve for me at the moment,” he admitted, “but the people on the team are all top notch, and Mr Tyler’s a great boss to work for so, no, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

“I'm guessing, as Case Officer, the DCI takes you into his confidence and tells you stuff that the rest of the team don’t get to know about?” she speculated.

Bull shrugged. “It depends. Sometimes, some stuff gets held back for operational security, but mostly, we all get to know everything there is to know about a job.”

Fatma studied him intently. “So why isn’t Mr Tyler ruling out Livingstone’s gang? As far as I know, there are no white people in it.”

Bull hesitated. How could he answer that without revealing they had a registered informant inside Livingstone’s gang who was providing information? “Let’s just say that, until we can eliminate the possibility that Livingstone is involved in this, we have to keep an open mind.”

Fatma pursed her lips in thought. “So the boss is hedging his bets in case Livingstone outsourced the murders? Is that what you’re saying?”

Bull spotted a gap by the kerb and pulled the Omega into it. “That’s handy,” he said, happy to be able to change the subject. “What a stroke of luck, us finding a parking space only thirty yards away from our destination.”

“Should I bring my PPE?” Fatma asked as he turned the ignition off. As a uniform officer she had been issued with an overtly worn web belt for her baton, Quick-cuffs and CS spray, unlike Steve, who wore a shoulder holster under his suit jacket.

His nose wrinkled at the suggestion. “Nah, I really wouldn’t worry. I very much doubt Goren’s going to be stupid enough to kick off with us on his own doorstep.”

“What about my radio?” she asked, holding it up for him to see.

Bull shook his head dismissively. “Put it in the glove box,” he told her. They were only going to be there long enough to deliver the Reverse Osman, and he couldn’t imagine them needing to call for back up during that time.

Fatma alighted the car and pulled on her jacket. “How do I look?” she asked, pulling the collar down.

Bull gave her a sympathetic smile. “Like you would rather be back in uniform than prancing around in plain clothes with me.

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