‘I need firearms units as well as an ambulance,’ I hissed into the phone. ‘Someone in there is definitely armed, and it’s the address of a person we need to question with reference to a murder, although I must emphasize that at the moment the person is not, I repeat not, a suspect.’
I switched off the mobile and went back to the door and listened. There were voices coming from inside, one sounding in pain, the other dominant, firm. Ruthless. I knew I should wait for reinforcements. All my training told me there was no point confronting armed suspects in an enclosed space when unarmed, particularly when it was obvious that the suspect had just shot someone. All my instincts agreed. It was a united stand. But at the same time I also knew I couldn’t stand there and do nothing while someone was murdered, and from the tone of the conversation in there it sounded like that was exactly what was about to happen. Sometimes, like it or not, you simply have to stick your neck out. The alternative is the eternal knowledge that you could have done something to save a life but chose not to.
I pulled a credit card out of my pocket and, using the method a convicted burglar had once taught me, went to unlock the door.
Iversson
I was sitting back against the wall, shaking as my body went into shock. To my left lay the unconscious gunman. In front of me stood the woman I was in love with, half naked, very beautiful, and pointing a long-barrelled Browning at me, the end of the silencer only a few feet from my face. After everything else, it was a sight my mind really couldn’t fathom. It felt like I’d finally cracked and this was the beginning of my short and probably one-way route to the loony-bin.
‘Elaine,’ I managed to say through teeth that were chattering manically. ‘What are you doing?’
She managed a sympathetic smile. ‘I’m sorry, Max, I really am. If it’s any consolation, it’s just business. Nothing else. You’re actually not a bad bloke, even if Joe Riggs does say you murdered his missus a few years back; you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, I didn’t want to do this – that was his job.’ She motioned towards the unconscious gunman. ‘In fact, it was Joe’s job, but the thing is, you don’t seem to want to die. And now it’s left to little old me to do the dirty deed. You know something, Max, I’ve never shot anyone before, and I’ve never really wanted to either, particularly someone who was such a good lay, and in my fucking flat as well, but you know what they say, never let emotions stop you from doing your job.’
Still I couldn’t get a grip on what was going on. I heard her words, delivered in a slightly weary matter-of-fact tone, saw her standing there pointing a gun at me, but none of it seemed to register. It seemed like maybe I’d fallen asleep, and that any second now I’d wake up in her arms with her stroking my head, telling me it was OK, it was just a bad dream, like my mum used to do when I was a kid.
‘Elaine,’ I whispered. ‘I love you.’ And I know it sounds stupid, but I really meant it.
‘I know you do, darling,’ she said, her finger tensing on the trigger. ‘I know you do.’
Gallan
The door lock clicked, and slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed it open.
Peeking my head round, I saw a naked man in the hallway about three yards away, bruised and bleeding, and apparently suffering from a bullet wound to the shoulder. He looked a mess, and he was shaking badly. Next to him lay another man in casual clothes, not moving, his head turned away. The naked man was staring into a room right in front of him, from which emerged a slender hand and forearm holding a long gun with a silencer attached, aimed at the naked man’s head. I couldn’t see the actual person holding the gun but I was pretty confident it was Elaine Toms, company secretary of Dagmar Holdings, who owned the flat in which I was now standing.
The naked man whispered something I couldn’t quite make out but which sounded a lot like ‘Elaine, I love you’, and his face suggested he meant what he was saying, which was a bit unfortunate. And I thought I had problems with my love life.
I took a step forward, then another one.
‘I know you do, darling,’ said Elaine Toms in her slightly grating north London accent. ‘I know you do.’
Her finger was tensing on the trigger, I could see it. I took another step forward, frantically calculating what I could possibly do to prevent her from killing him. The naked man’s eyes were widening and his mouth was opening, though no words were coming out. He knows, I thought. He knows he’s about to die.
‘Armed police!’ I yelled suddenly. ‘Drop your weapon and come out with your hands up. You’re surrounded. I repeat, you are surrounded!’ My voice was loud and authoritative, probably the most it had ever been. I hoped Elaine Toms didn’t recognize it from our earlier meeting.
It seemed she didn’t.
‘Get back!’ she called out, still not showing herself and making no effort to drop the weapon. ‘Get back or I’ll shoot him! Don’t think I’m bullshitting either. If you don’t get out of this flat now I’m going to kill him. Do you understand? And you’ll be the one who’s fucking responsible.’
The naked man, his face covered in blood, turned his head and looked at me quizzically, presumably wondering where my gun was.
‘Drop your weapon, Miss Toms,’ I demanded, desperately
