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Blood Money (chapters thirty one and thirty two.) (standard:Suspense, 4371 words) [16/18] show all parts
Author: HulseyAdded: Oct 06 2011Views/Reads: 2313/1698Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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31 

Inspector De Vries surveyed the baby-faced teenager through the one-way
glass. He puffed on his cigarette, finding it difficult to believe that 
this skinny kid had achieved what Interpol had had failed to do, in 
terminating the life of a notorious assassin. 

“We can't hold him for much longer,” stated Captain Howard of the New
York Police Department. 

De Vries sighed. “Yes, it was self-defence, but let me talk to him
again.” 

“To what purpose, Inspector? Your armed robbers are dead and so is
Malik... You've no reason to stay in New York now.” 

De Vries stubbed out his cigarette. “You found the body of Rasheed in
the river, but no sign of Mukhtar. And you assume that the man lying in 
that loft is Malik, but I'm not so sure... Also, there's a little 
matter of what's happened to O'Hara's money. We can assume that the 
money Peebles deposited in his bank account was part of the proceeds of 
the robbery, but what about the rest? You, yourself have checked all 
major transactions in the last month and found nothing. No, Mukhtar and 
Rasheed stashed their share, but where?” 

The captain smiled smugly. “Who was this guy that your suspects met by
the river?” 

“I don't know,” lied De Vries. He had no intention of divulging anymore
restricted information to the local cops about Schofield. “Well, can I 
see him?” 

“Be my guest, Inspector, but I'm releasing him afterwards.” 

Farooq appeared nervous when De Vries entered the room. The youngster
was nibbling his fingernails. 

“Cigarette?” offered De Vries, pulling up a chair and sitting opposite
Farooq. 

“I've already told you, I don't smoke.” 

“So you have.” De Vries stared incessantly at the youth, an action that
unsettled him. 

“Look, I've told you everything that I know. That bastard killed...” 

“I know what you told me, Farooq... Listen, this is strictly off the
record, no recording okay? Do you recall when I told you that your 
cousin and Mukhtar were involved with SSP?” 

“Of course.” 

“Well they did something stupid Farooq; something really stupid. They
owed SSP money, but decided not to pay. You see, that man who you beat 
to death with a baseball bat was an assassin sent from SSP to kill your 
cousin.” 

“You're lying.” 

De Vries smiled and shook his head. “Afraid not, Farooq. And my guess is
that SSP will send someone else to New York, and they won't take too 
kindly to one of their top men being killed.” 

“What bullshit is this, man? That gorilla murdered my father.” 

“Yes, and why was he in your loft, Farooq? Have you ever given that some
thought?” 

“I've told you, I came home from bowling and...” 

“Yeah, yeah. Who's bullshitting who now, Farooq? Malik had torn several
floorboards from your loft, why? What was he looking for, Farooq? Are 
you blushing?” 



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