‘Stefan Holtz. He’s been shot, up in Epping Forest. That’s where I am now. It looks like whoever kidnapped Krys got Stefan out of that fortified house of his, lured him here, and blew him away.’
I was shocked but not sorry. ‘So, it looks like some sort of takeover, then?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Malik. ‘That’s what we think,but there’s absolutely no intelligence coming from any quarter that gives us a suggestion as to who’s behind it.’
‘Will his death make your job any easier?’
Malik managed a humourless laugh. ‘I doubt it. Now they’ll all be fighting over the scraps. It means we’ve probably got to end up watching ten big villains instead of one. It never gets easier, John, you know that. Now, before I forget. This Dagmar Holdings-’
‘I feel bad hassling you about them when you’ve got so much else on.’
‘Sure you do. To be frank, I don’t know how much help I’m going to be. They are a company suspected of links with the Holtzes but no major associate of theirs sits on their board, so it’s going to be extremely difficult to connect Dagmar to individuals, unless you can lean on the board members, see what they know.’
‘But they won’t be inside players?’
‘There are three people listed as being on the board. They’ll all be known to the Holtzes, but no, as far as we’re aware, they’re not inside players. But they might be worth talking to. I’ve got their addresses if you want them.’
I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a pen and paper from one of the drawers. ‘I do. Thanks.’
Malik read out the name and address of the chairman, then the managing director. When he said the name of the company secretary, I froze. ‘Are you sure that’s the name?’
‘Definitely,’ said Malik.
I took the address, thanked him, then rang off. I looked around, then found the statement of accounts on Dagmar Holdings I’d brought home the previous night. Then I checked the surnames and first initials of the board members, listed at the bottom of the first page. Malik was dead right. How the hell had I missed that?
I looked at the address he’d given me. It might lead to nothing but I knew I was going to have to give the place a visit.
I looked at my watch again. Too late now. I’d go in the morning.
Iversson
‘Whichever way you want to read it, it was a setup,’ I said, looking at the other three in turn.
We were standing round the kitchen table, all grim-faced, the holdall containing the money open in front of us. There was no sign of Joe. The clock on the wall above the cooker said that it was five to nine. Outside, it was raining even harder than it had been earlier.
‘It had to be a set-up. How the fuck did Holtz get all those people to the drop point without some sort of inside knowledge that it was going to be where it was? There were at least three other shooters there, minimum, and probably more, because somehow they managed to take out Joe as well. So someone fucking talked.’
‘Not necessarily,’ said Tugger. ‘They could have put a tracking device on his car, something that helped them locate it.’
‘No way. They were on us within minutes of Holtz arriving. If they’d been tracking the car they’d never have had a chance of getting into position in that length of time. I don’t care what anyone says, they were already there. And the way Holtz was talking to me, it sounded like he knew his men were in the vicinity. He was way too cocky for a man delivering a ransom.’
‘Yeah, but you said yourself he was shocked when the shooting started,’ said Tugger. ‘I mean, Christ, they shot him, didn’t they?’
‘But it was you who fired first.’
‘There was some fucking bloke creeping up on me with a gun! What the fuck was I supposed to do? Wave to him?’
‘Shit,’ said Johnny, who was having difficulty keeping his eyes off the money. ‘I can’t fucking believe this. Do you think they popped him by accident when they were trying to shoot you?’
‘Fuck knows,’ I said. ‘Maybe.’ I turned to Kalinski. ‘No one followed him into the car park, right?’ He glared at me, then shook his head firmly. ‘And you drove out when he left and no one was following him then?’
‘I’m no fucking fool,’ he snarled. ‘I know what I’m doing. I followed him and there was no other car, and no other people with him. When he turned off the main road, he turned off on his own.’
‘Well then, they were already there. There’s no other explanation, is there?’
‘No one fucking talked,’ said Kalinski firmly.
‘Then you’re going to have to explain how the shooters got there that fast. So far, you haven’t.’
‘I don’t have to explain nothing.’
‘Fuck it, Max,’ said Tugger in exasperation. ‘It could have happened. Of course it could. It doesn’t take a huge great battle plan to arrive, advance up both sides of a clearing so they’re flanking their boss, and confront us. And what’s the alternative? That one of us was talking to them? Who? It wasn’t Joe. Christ knows what’s happened to him, but it doesn’t look good. It wasn’t me. I’d never even heard of Stefan fucking Holtz before last week. And Kalinski here … hardly. Holtz’s people murdered his brother.’ Kalinski grunted in agreement. ‘And Johnny. You had to virtually pressgang him to get him involved. If someone talked, that only leaves you.’
‘Or your missus,’ said Kalinski.
‘She didn’t know any of the details,’ I snapped. I didn’t like the way this conversation was going.
‘Are you sure?’ Tugger sounded suspicious.
‘Of course I’m fucking sure. I never told her anything about the drop-off, where it was going to be, how we were going to do it. So leave her out of it.’
‘She might have overheard you talking,’ said Kalinski accusingly. ‘You know what women are like. I had a bird once-’
‘No way. No fucking way. You’re right up the wrong tree. I was always careful to keep her out of all the planning, and that’s the God’s honest truth.’
‘Well, that doesn’t leave us with anyone, does it?’ said Tugger.
I stopped and exhaled loudly. Tugger was right, of course, there wasn’t really anyone who could have talked, but I still wasn’t convinced. Something had happened out there, something that hadn’t been planned for either by us or Stefan Holtz, and somebody somewhere knew a lot more than they were letting on. I looked at them each in turn, trying to keep the deep suspicion I felt off my face. They all looked back with various expressions: Kalinski glowering; Johnny nervous; Tugger calm but concerned.
‘We may as well finish off the boy downstairs,’ said Kalinski. ‘He’s no use to us or anyone now.’
‘No way,’ I said. ‘This whole thing’s been fucked up enough as it is without us adding another reason for the Holtzes or the cops to come after us. He can’t recognize anyone, we’ve got the money, so we keep our side of the bargain. That means we stay the night here, wait to see if Joe turns up, and release Krys and go our separate ways in the morning. Just like we originally planned.’
‘Joe ain’t going to turn up now,’ said Kalinski.
I knew Kalinski was pretty much on the button there, but I didn’t need to hear it from him. ‘He may, he may not. We don’t know. Anyway, we stay here. Now, let’s count this fucking money. We’ll divvy up each man his due and I’ll look after Joe’s share.’
‘I don’t think it should be kept for him,’ said Kalinski. ‘If he ain’t here, he ain’t here. We share it out between ourselves. That’s the only way.’
‘I thought you were only in it for the revenge.’
‘Well, I ain’t got my fucking revenge, have I? The cunt’s still alive and you’re saying we should release him tomorrow. Even though he fucked your missus.’
‘Watch what you’re fucking saying.’
‘If it was me, and he’d done that to my missus, I’d have fucking killed him.’
I took a step forward, feeling my temper boiling over. I’m a patient man, but this bastard Kalinski was pushing it big time.
Tugger put his hand out in front of me. ‘All right, boys, calm down. Let’s all take it easy, have a drink, and talk about it again tomorrow morning. How does that sound? We’re not getting nowhere like this.’
‘I think I should get a bigger share of the Russell,’ said Johnny. ‘You say I didn’t have to do too much but,
