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Blood Money (chapters thirty one and thirty two.) (standard:Suspense, 4371 words) [16/18] show all parts | |||
Author: Hulsey | Added: Oct 06 2011 | Views/Reads: 2313/1698 | Part 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?” Click here to read the rest of this story (555 more lines)
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