D.I. John Morgan was standing naked in an expensive suite at the Belgravia Hotel. He dialled a number on his phone.
“Hello Sergeant, look something’s come up, you take the briefing this morning. I’ll be in later.”
He threw the phone onto a chair beside the bed. He felt a stirring in his groin, the Viagra was kicking in. He looked at the beautiful black girl who was lying naked face down on the bed in front of him.
“That is the most perfect arse I have ever seen. It’s like an onion.”
He couldn’t see her face but he heard her giggle as she spoke.
“Why an onion?”
“Because it makes me wanna cry!”
Again she giggled and this time opened her legs slightly.
“Wow, now that is a sight for sore eyes.”
She turned over to face him. A big smile across her face.
“You weren’t joking when you said something had come up were you. Now, are you just going to look at me or fuck me?”
She laughed. His phone rang. He sighed in frustration.
“Leave it, don’t answer it, come to bed.” She patted the pillow beside her as she spoke.
“I’d better, just in case.
He picked up the phone and looked at the display. He answered it quickly. His voice suddenly became shaky.
“Demetri?”
“Hello Mister John. I need to meet with you urgently and I need you to get some information for me.”
“Okay, no problem. What do you need?”
“Meet me in two hours at the Hilton in Mayfair. Get me everything you have on a certain mister Robert Jackson.”
Morgan was confused.
“Robert Jackson? From Essex? Absconded to Spain about three years ago?”
Demetri answered.
“Yes Mister John. You are aware of him?”
Morgan replied confidently.
“He arrived at Gatwick late last night. I already have people looking for him.”
“That’s perfect Mister John. Meet me in two hours and give me a complete update. Understand?”
Before Morgan could say another word Demetri hung up.
He dressed quickly all the time muttering “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He threw a handful of fifty-pound notes at the girl and left. This was one meeting he dare not be late for.
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Ivan wiped his forehead with a napkin. The heat in the disused restaurant was stifling. He had bought it a month ago from an old Spanish family. It was a prime position on the seafront. The builders had been in ever since. Today it was empty and looked like a building site.
At the end of the room were Nikor and Leonid with two other members of the “family. Between them was Paul Merritt. Paul was Robbie Jackson’s closest friend in Spain. He was strapped to a chair and had tape across his mouth. He had long given up struggling. Ivan walked towards him. Paul could see he was holding something. It was a hammer.
“Mister Merritt we are both mature men and we both know how this works. I will ask you a question and I want you to answer me honestly. Understand?”
Nikor removed the tape from Paul’s mouth.
“Ivan, I swear, I know nothing about what happened to Bepa, I swear it Ivan.”
Ivan put a finger to his lips.
“Ssshhhhh. Ssssshhhhh. I will ask you some questions and then you will answer. Okay?”
Paul nodded.
Ivan smiled and continued.
“Good man. Now then Mister Merritt, where can I find your friend Robbie Jackson?”
“Ivan, I swear on my kid’s life. I don’t know. Please Ivan, it’s the truth.”
Ivan interrupted him. His voice lowered to no more than a whisper.”
“Mister Merritt, my precious daughter Bepa is fighting for her life in hospital. She was found badly injured in your best friend’s apartment and now he has disappeared. He was your best friend. So I will ask you once again. Where can I find Robbie Jackson?”
Paul Merritt began to sob.
“Ivan, I swear, I swear, I don’t know. Please please, believe me.
Paul looked in almost disbelief as he saw Ivan raise the hammer above his head. He watched as it came down hard on his knee. He heard the crunch well before he felt any pain. It must have taken a fraction of a second before his brain understood what was happening and then he realised he was screaming.
Ivan handed the hammer to Nikor.
“Finish it, then get rid of him. He knows nothing.”
Ivan walked to the door of the restaurant and opened it. He put on his sunglasses and adjusted his tie. Behind him he heard a thud. Then the screaming stopped.