Alex Swan Mystery Box Set by David Holman

Author:David Holman [Holman, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Endeavour Media
Published: 2019-03-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Dennis Martin stared at the maze of scaffolding, surrounding the recently built tower block of Paddington Green Police Station, while his driver, drove the black Rover 3500 saloon, into the car park, and stopped in an earlier reserved space. Martin got out of the car and walked inside the back entrance, and after introducing himself to the duty sergeant, was escorted upstairs, to Detective Superintendent Martin Round’s office.

Round greeted the ginger haired, MI5 officer. ‘You must be the man sent from our security service?’

Martin nodded. ‘That’s right. Name’s Martin, Dennis Martin.’

‘Detective Superintendent Martin Round, at your service, sir,’ he politely announced, shaking hands.

Dennis Martin looked around the room. ‘Nice to meet you. Is our man, nice and uncomfortable down in the cells?’

Round laughed. ‘Yes, he is. We’ve let him sweat down there, since bringing him in. I have booked us one of the new interview rooms, and there will also be two-armed officers present, just in case he tries anything nasty.’

Martin nodded his approval. ‘Jolly Good. Well, let’s keep him waiting a bit longer, shall we, Detective Superintendent? How about a nice cup of tea?’

Round agreed, and ushered Martin out of his office, escorting him towards the canteen.

*

Swan and Janet Ross, walked along the back streets avoiding the busy shopping emporiums of Oxford Street to arrive at Oxford Circus. They crossed the road and then walked down Regent Street in the direction of Piccadilly.

Swan stopped outside a big toy shop and staring into the left window, spied an ideal get well present for a man who had just saved his life.

Ross sighed. ‘Boys and their toys,’ she said sarcastically.

Later, Swan stood on the corner of Burlington Street and gave Ross a quick kiss on the cheek. ‘I’ll see you tonight. Do you fancy dinner with some old friends of mine? How about I pick you up about seven at your place?’

Ross nodded. ‘Yes, of course. But this time, please mind Mrs Simmons’s tabby cat, when you walk up the steps, or she’ll be evicting me, if you tread on it again.’

Swan laughed. ‘I’ll mind the moggy, I promise. See you later.’

Ross turned on her heels to walk back to her work at Leconfield House.

*

At Paddington Green, Martin leant on the desk, as Trost was brought into the interview room, escorted by two armed uniformed police constables. With both wielding their Walther PPK 7.62mm pistols, they ushered the prisoner to a chair, then withdrew and stood either side of him, leaning alertly, against the back wall.

Martin picked up a packet of cigarettes from the desk. ‘Cigarette?’ he beckoned to Trost, waving the open packet in front of him.

Fleischer’s assassin nodded, casually refusing the offer. Martin took one for himself and lit it. ‘Now, my name is Frank,’ lied Martin. ‘Have you a name?’ Trost stared coldly at the MI5 man, and it was at that moment, Martin realised he was confronting a professional killer.

For the next hour, Trost remained silent, pretending he did not understand English, enjoying his time, as the British inquisitors from MI5 and Special Branch struggled to communicate with him.

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