The End by Dave Lacey

Author:Dave Lacey [Lacey, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lazey Ink
Published: 2013-12-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

Manhattan, New York.

Nick Moretti sat at his desk on the fourth floor of the precinct building, pondering his next move. For two days he had been tracking down the members of Ambrosii Ryabukha’s gang, in an attempt to ascertain his whereabouts. So far, he had turned up nothing. Frustration was his primary emotion, but there was also an undercurrent of fear. The fear that Ryabukha was dead, or, worse, in the hands of his enemies. They weren’t friends exactly, but he could not deny his liking of the big man, and how badly he would take it if he turned up dead. Everything else that had happened kind of made sense.

Starting with the murder of his former friend Zefram Mayer. Initially, of course, it had made no sense at all, but when combined with the death of Stanislaw Kasprowicz and his family and the disappearance of Ryabukha, it started to add up. A turf war involving eastern European gangsters was going to be two things at the very least: bloody and relentless. It had to be stopped before the death toll grew beyond measure. The niggling question Nick could not chase from his mind was who it could be? None of the other gangs was even close to that of the Ryabukha clan. It was a possibility that a new breed of villain had entered their fair city, and that they had come in with a desire to make an impression, namely wiping out the current kingpin and his gang.

Leshaun had advised him to let it go and concentrate on their area of the case, the homicides themselves. Getting caught up in the whys and wherefores would only bring the rain, he had advised Nick. But Moretti couldn’t help himself, and so he had set to untangling the circumstances that had brought them to this point. Zefram, he thought, had been murdered because of his relationship with Ryabukha, the fact that they were practically father and son. Kasprowicz was dead because he was Ryabukha’s right hand man, and his family had just been collateral damage. He hoped that Ambrosii had made a run for it and gone underground. But it was too much to ask that he would survive the eradication. He was considering calling in a few favours from other precincts when the phone on his desk rang, startling him out of his scheming.

“Nick Moretti,” he said.

“Ah, Detective Moretti, I find you at last. You don’t know me, but I’ve been asked to call you by a mutual friend.” The man at the other end of the line sounded old, but robust. He spoke in measured, clipped tones.

“Oh yeah, and who would that be sir?” Nick was intrigued immediately.

“Are you familiar with the moniker, the Bear?” he asked. Nick felt a surge of adrenalin and his pulse started thudding in his ears, he sat upright in his chair.

“I am, yeah.”

“Well, I have been asked to call you on his behalf and pass on a message. He asked me to tell you that he is okay, and that you should not worry.

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