much as breathe without your say-so, it’s a fair bet to assume you organized it.’
‘Prove it.’ The classic career thug’s riposte.
‘We intend to, but first we want you to come down the station.’
‘I ain’t got time at the moment. You want to talk to me, you talk here. Otherwise, contact my lawyer.’
‘All right, then. When was the last time you saw Ashley Grant? Otherwise known as Strangleman.’
Tyndall looked as if he was going to answer me with a wisecrack, then obviously thought better of it. ‘A few days back. Monday, I think it was.’
‘Whereabouts did you see him?’
‘At the Turnham social club,’ he answered, referring to his organization’s unofficial HQ off the Holloway Road. ‘I play pool down there sometimes.’
‘Yes, we know,’ said Tina, pulling out her notebook. ‘Quite a lot, apparently.’
‘Listen, I don’t think I want to carry on with this conversation any more. I don’t like your attitude. Either of you. You want to speak to me, I want my lawyer present.’
‘Hold on,’ I said. ‘If you really have got nothing to do with this, then it’ll look a lot better if you co-operate, won’t it? And lawyers and co-operation aren’t two words that normally go together. So talk to us now.’
‘I’ve got nothing to say. I saw Strangleman Monday. I know him and so I spoke to him about this and that, but he’s not that close to me no more, whatever you lot might think. I don’t trust him, and I think he feels the same way about me. We used to do a bit of work together but not any more. He never mentioned nothing about a robbery.’
‘Where do you think he could have got the information from?’
Tyndall gave an exaggerated shrug. ‘Fuck knows. I ain’t got a clue, and that’s the truth.’
‘Do you know a Robert O’Brien?’ asked Tina.
‘I know of him, yeah. Most people round these parts do.’
‘Have you ever met with him for any reason?’
He shook his head with a humourless smile. ‘Somehow I don’t think so.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, he’s the last bloke in the world I’d want to meet up with.’
‘Why?’
Tyndall sighed loudly, again stepping aside as an older lady in her sixties walked past on the pavement with a collie. She didn’t give him quite such a pleasant look as the young mother, but hurried past head down, as if fearful he’d catch her eye. Perhaps she’d been the owner of the labrador whose head had ended up in the Asian family’s kitchen.
‘Why? I’ll tell you why. Because when he used to hang round with that fucking nutter Krys Holtz they had a run-in with one of my cousins. Rene Phillips. Remember him?’ We both shook our heads. ‘He was a doorman at a club in Holborn. One night he kicked out Danny Fitzgerald, another member of Krys Holtz’s little crew, because Fitzgerald was being pissed and lairy and upsetting some of the clientele. But the thing is, Fitzgerald didn’t want to go, so him and Rene had a bit of a tear-up, and Rene won. None of the other doormen would get involved because they knew who Fitzgerald was, but Rene didn’t scare easy. None of my family do.’ He gave us both a look as he said this, and once again I forced myself to hold his gaze. ‘Anyway, a couple of days later, Rene was leaving his flat when he got a tap on his head with an iron bar. The next thing he knows he’s woken up bound hand and foot in Krys Holtz’s workshop. You must have heard of that?’ I nodded. So did Tina. All the area’s coppers had heard of Krys Holtz’s infamous workshop. ‘They were all there. Krys, Fitzgerald, Mick Noble and Slim Robbie O’Brien. And by the time they’d finished with him he was walking with a permanent limp, had all his fingers broken and part of his ear missing, and needed plastic surgery to get rid of the burns on his face.
‘I never did nothing about it. At the time, the Holtzes were just about untouchable, and anyway, I’m not my cousin’s babysitter. If he wants to get involved with people like that, that’s his look-out, but I’ll tell you this for nothing. Both of you. There is no fucking way I’d ever have anything to do with a prick like O’Brien. He’s nothing. And now that he’s out on his own, and without his mates to back him up, he’s lucky I ain’t fucking killed him.’
‘Well, someone has,’ I told him. ‘He was murdered two days ago. I’m surprised that a man with your contacts hasn’t heard all about it.’
Tyndall looked neither surprised nor unsurprised. ‘I’ve been out of town the last few days,’ he said. ‘Down in Marbella. I’ve got a villa there. You can check my plane ticket if you want. So, someone killed him, did they?’ His face broke into a wide, beaming smile. ‘I’m glad. I hope it was slow. He was one geezer who definitely deserved it.’
‘When did you leave for Marbella?’
He furrowed his brow in thought. ‘Must have been Monday night. Yeah, Monday,’ he repeated, nodding. ‘I got the eight-thirty out of Stansted. Came back late last night and went straight to bed. That’s why I ain’t heard nothing about poor old Fat Robbie.’ He looked at his watch. ‘Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’ve got a meeting.’ He turned and started walking back in the direction of the Canonbury Road.
We walked alongside him. ‘We haven’t finished asking you questions,’ snapped Tina. This time it was she who put a hand on his arm, and this time he brushed it away, only stopping to glare at us each in turn.
‘Well, I’ve finished answering them. Whoever’s done over Robbie O’Brien, good luck to them. But it definitely ain’t me. Now, you want to ask me anything else, you contact my lawyer.’ He gave us the name of someone I hadn’t heard of, and once again turned on his heel.
We continued after him, firing off questions that were invariably delivered to the back of his head while he remained tight-lipped, right up to his front door, which he slammed in our faces.
‘What do you think?’ asked Tina when we were back on the street. ‘Would Strangleman really have carried out the robbery without his boss’s knowledge?’
‘I doubt it,’ I answered, watching his front door. ‘I can’t see anything happening within Tyndall’s crew that he doesn’t know about, or authorize. He’s not the sort of boss who lets his workers freelance.’
‘But that story about his cousin. If it’s true, would he really have set something up with O’Brien?’
‘O’Brien’s dead, isn’t he? It’s not that unlikely that Tyndall would have organized the whole thing with him and had him killed afterwards. It would have been a good form of revenge. I expect we’ll find that the story about his cousin’s true, which, like Tyndall’s alibi, would be very convenient for a defence lawyer. The problem is, we’re dealing with people who are good at covering their tracks.’ I shook my head slowly. ‘I think Flanagan’s right. Our best hope’s going to be finding the shooter.’
‘A lot easier said than done.’
I allowed myself a thin smile. ‘Isn’t everything?’
16
It was near enough lunchtime so Tina and I decided that, for once, we’d go Continental and actually sit down and eat. Life’s too fast in London. It’s always go go go, and when your job involves go go going through the heavy tide of human corruption, then occasionally you need to sit back and take a break. We went to a cheap French restaurant I knew near Islington Green where they served moules mariniere with french fries and crusty bread, a meal that always brings back happy memories of childhood family camping trips to the coast of Brittany. And they only charged?4.95 for it as well, so, being overworked and underpaid, I felt doubly rewarded.
When we’d eaten and broken all the rules by washing it down with a glass of white wine each, we left and headed our separate ways: she to talk to Stegs’s boss at SO10, me to interview his guvnor at Barnet nick.
On the way, I got a call from a Mr Naresh Patel of the Police Complaints Authority, telling me that he’d like to speak to me as soon as possible in relation to the shootings at Heathrow. Knowing there was no point putting off the inevitable, I agreed to meet him later that day. He wanted to do it at their headquarters in Great George Street over in Westminster, and though I tried manfully to get him to come to the station instead, he insisted. So we set it for four-thirty, and I phoned through to Flanagan and told him that I wouldn’t be able to make the five o’clock murder squad meeting. Since it was routine anyway, he didn’t mind, but told me to call him beforehand with any relevant information I’d picked up that day. I told him about our meeting with Tyndall and the fact that he’d been out of the country for the last three days.
