The Wrong Side of Murder by Jeff Buick

Author:Jeff Buick [Buick, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-20T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Curtis assembled the team in his office on Friday morning prior to the interviews with the three crime bosses.

“Two key things for today’s interviews,” he said, shutting the door behind them. “First, and most important, is we need to get one of these guys on tape saying DeMarco was in on Volkov’s protection racket. Once they say it, then it’s out there and it didn’t come from us. It’s really important that this originates from one of them. Got it?”

All three heads were nodding.

Curtis gave each one of them a look, then said, “It all changes if they say it. Every cop in Boston, from the beat guys to the chief, will see Tony as bent. The pressure comes off us and he’s open game.”

No one said a word or moved.

“Second,” Curtis continued. “We’ve been looking for businesses that were paying protection money to Volkov’s crew. We’re chasing that because it could expose Volkov’s partners. Today we need to ask the direct question – who exactly was working with Volkov?”

More nodding.

“I’ll handle the interviews with Aislinn in the room. Stan, you and Bryan can watch the camera feed.” He gave all of them a long look, then said, “This is going to crack open soon and when it does all hell will break loose. The DeMarco thing will have the police chief and the commissioner on the phone non-stop. Anyone want out before it hits the fan?”

No one nodded.

Curtis clapped his hands. “All right. We need something substantial out of these guys.”

The Irish were up first in the small room on the fourth floor of District A-1. Patrick O’Reilly sat cross-armed in a metal chair, bristling and flanked by two high-priced lawyers. In the monitoring room, Stan hit the record button for the audio and video as he and Bryan watched the screen.

“Thanks for coming in,” Curtis said. “Let’s get to it.”

“My client is not prepared to make a statement at this time,” one of the lawyers said.

Curtis pointed his finger at the woman. “I’m not asking you questions. I’m not talking to you. Unless you’re going to speak directly to your client, keep your mouth shut.” He ignored the angry look on her face, turned to O’Reilly and read him his rights.

“So now I’m a suspect,” O’Reilly said with a tinge of humor. “You cops.”

Curtis ignored the comment. “We’re still working on Darina Volkov’s murder.”

O’Reilly shook his head. “I told you, Westcott, we had nothing to do with that.”

“Yeah, I remember. I also remember you telling me that you were going to look around and see what you could find out.” He waited, then said, “Well, what did you find?”

“Be careful, Mr. O’Reilly,” the woman said, then stopped when O’Reilly gave her a wave off.

“Alexi Volkov had a partner,” he said.

“Who?” Curtis asked.

“Not prepared to say at this time,” O’Reilly said. He crossed his arms over his chest again.

Curtis opened his notebook and jotted down a name. He turned it so only O’Reilly could see. “This the guy?”

O’Reilly gave Curtis a surprised look.

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