The Midnight Eye Files : Collection 1 (Midnight Eye Collections, #1) by William Meikle

Author:William Meikle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: collections, anthologies, mystery, detective, private investigator
Publisher: Gryphonwood Press
Published: 2016-08-03T00:00:00+00:00

Seven

THE LOW MORNING SUN slanted at a narrow angle into my brain and threatened to lift off the top of my head. As I headed for the Land Rover I realized I’d been living on adrenaline since the encounter outside the flats. I was a mass of aches and bruises, and it was a Herculean effort just to put one foot in front of the other. I was tempted to sleep in the car, but that was just inviting a policeman to start asking questions, and I didn’t have the energy for that.

I drove, slowly, through the morning rush-hour traffic and parked behind the office. I was heading for the front entrance when the advertising board for the morning paper caught my eye.

Junkie Mayhem in Govan. Three Dead, it read.

Even then I was almost tempted to walk on by, but Old Joe must have seen me. He came out of the shop at a rush.

“Christ, Derek. What happened to you?”

He almost dragged me into the shop, where he slapped a packet of cigarettes into my hand.

“Free smokes for a story?”

I was too tired to argue. I leaned on the counter, smoked a cigarette, and gave him the same story that the old lady had given to the police. As I was telling it I realized I was doing the right thing. Joe would spread the story far and wide, the police would hear it from different people, and maybe even believe it.

“Is Doug okay?” Joe asked when I got to the end.

“He’ll live. Whether he’ll ever leave the office again is a different matter. Now if you’ll forgive me, I need some sleep.”

“You certainly do...you haven’t even asked about this, yet,” he said, tapping the paper. “You were lucky, son. It looks like the same bastard that got Doug got three other poor buggers.”

“Anybody we know?” I asked, as if that mattered.

Joe shook his head. “Naw. But one of them was Police. I don’t fancy the junkie’s chances when they catch him.”

My brain started to connect the dots, but the pencil wasn’t working. I took a newspaper, dragged myself up the endless staircase to the office, and locked myself in.

Three minutes later I was asleep.

I don’t know what finally woke me, but by the time I opened my eyes again it was getting dark outside.

My back complained when I sat up, but it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting it to be. My nose felt like a new growth of my face, but it also was not as bad as expected. After a sandwich, a shower and a change of clothes I felt almost human.

Which was just as well. It was time to start earning my fee. I took the gun with me...just in case.

In any big city there are places the ‘cognoscenti’ go when they want something out of the ordinary. The City Vaults in Glasgow is one of those places. It is a run-down bar on the edge of Maryhill, a dank, dingy, drinking hole with battered

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