say.
When I got back to the station, I went straight to the Matthews incident room, now the incident room for the investigation into the attempted murder of eighteen-year-old Barry Sevringham, knifed in the neck the previous night in a pub fight in King’s Cross. The world was already moving on, as were the criminals, never ones to sit around. Berrin was in there, as was WDC Boyd. Everyone else, I assumed, was out talking to witnesses and possible suspects. They both smiled at me as I walked in, and I thought that Boyd was looking good. She had red lipstick on, and it suited her. I hadn’t seen much of her these past couple of weeks and it struck me then that I’d missed her company. Maybe I’d see a bit more of her now we were working on the same case. I hoped so.
‘The DCI’d like to see you,’ said Berrin, motioning towards the office he’d been using for the Matthews inquiry.
‘Do you know what it’s about?’
They both said they didn’t, but I thought I saw the traces of a smile on Boyd’s red lips. I knocked on the door and went in.
‘John,’ said Knox, who was sitting behind the desk, ‘come in and sit down.’
I did as I was told. ‘What can I do for you, sir?’ I asked.
‘Your work’s been excellent these past few weeks,’ he answered, and waited briefly for the obligatory thanks, which he got, before continuing. ‘Thanks in no small part to your efforts, and your persistence in the Matthews inquiry, it looks like we’ve got a number of results. The north London underworld’s in a lot of trouble as a result of the dismantling of the Holtzes, and it’s particularly good to be able to close the file on the Robert Jones case, and to give his family some sort of opportunity to move on. I’ve recommended to the superintendent that you be commended for your work on the Jones case, and I’ve also got a letter here from SO7 stating how much help your work’s been.’
‘Thank you, sir. It’s always nice to be appreciated.’
‘But that’s not what I asked you in here for.’
‘Oh?’
‘I want you to know that I’ve also recommended that you be considered for a DI post here at the station, and that the recommendation’s been accepted.’
I allowed myself a smile. ‘That’s excellent, sir. Thanks very much. I wasn’t aware there was actually a vacancy.’
‘Well, an unexpected one’s come up on this team,’ said Knox. ‘DI Capper’s asked for a transfer, and he’s moving on to another station.’
‘Really? I thought he was very happy here.’
Knox didn’t say anything for a moment, clearly debating with himself how much it was worth letting on. ‘Suffice to say some information came in from an anonymous source that didn’t cast him in a very positive light, and it seems that a number of officers in the station are aware of it. He didn’t think his position here was tenable and he’s moving to another division next week. He’s also dropping back down to DS level.’
So, there was justice in this world, and, more importantly, in the Metropolitan Police.
‘Between you and me,’ he added in a loud whisper, ‘it turns out he was something of a regular visitor to Heavenly Girls, which put him in a bit of a compromising position, and we can’t afford that. Better to get him out of the way rather than have the embarrassment of him remaining here with everyone knowing about it.’
Somehow I managed to keep the smile off my face. ‘It’s bad news losing such an experienced officer,’ I said worthily, remembering that it’s always best to play the game.
I wondered who it was who’d dobbed him in. It was either Jean Tanner or Berrin. Jean had told the two of us when the tape had been off that he’d been a long-standing and not particularly well-liked customer at Heavenly Girls (apparently he had a lot of difficulty getting it up, an unfortunate affliction for which he tended to blame the girls). I suspected that it might have been Berrin. Just a hunch, but it made sense. Jean was too much of a cold-blooded pro. Me, I would have kept the information to myself. You never know when it might have come in useful.
‘So, you’ll take up the post, then?’
Wild horses wouldn’t have stopped me. ‘Of course I will, sir. When’s it effective from?’
Knox smiled. ‘Now,’ he said. ‘You’re in charge of the Barry Sevringham case. Here’s what we’ve got so far.’
Iversson
I never meant to kill her, that’s all I can say. I’m going to be pleading not guilty by reason of temporary insanity, or whatever the defence is these days. There was no way I was in the right frame of mind when I bashed her head in that night. I’d been driven mad by her constant shagging of other men, and women, plus the fact that she didn’t care one fucking whit that I knew about it. And that Johnny Hexham reckoned he had girlfriend problems! He should have hung round with Elsa for a few days. She went through bodies like an overworked mortician. In the end, it just got too much, I snapped, and the rest is history. It was bad what I did, and I feel terrible about it, but I’m not the only villain in all this. She brought a lot of it on herself. And that Fenzer did smack her around a bit earlier on that night, I saw him do it. I heard that he often hit women, so he got what he deserved as well, didn’t he?
Anyway, who the fuck ever said life was fair? Not Max Iversson, that’s for sure. Never has been, never will be.
Epilogue
Max Iversson was charged with the kidnapping of Krys Holtz, and is currently in custody awaiting trial. He has also been charged in absentia with the murder of Elsa Danziger, and is the subject of extradition proceedings being brought by the German government.
Neil Vamen was charged with murder, extortion and importation of Class A drugs, and is currently awaiting trial. None of the charges relate to the events covered here.
Jack Merriweather is being held in a segregation unit at Belmarsh Prison, London, where he too faces charges relating to the importation of Class A drugs. He is to be the prosecution’s main witness in the trial of Neil Vamen and six of his associates.
Elaine Toms was charged with the attempted murder of Max Iversson but was granted bail and promptly absconded. She is currently at large.
Jean Tanner has a new boyfriend and as yet faces no charges in connection with either the murder of Shaun Matthews or Craig McBride. Police are keeping a close eye on the boyfriend’s health.
Asif Malik remains at SO7, where he’s concentrating his investigation on several north London crime families who have had something of a bonanza since the collapse of the Holtzes.
And me, well, I’m a DI again, and at least halfway back to the position I was in a year ago.
You see, there is justice in this world. It’s just that sometimes it can take a long time to show itself.
