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.“Wait a minute, Jack.You’re saying they didn’t.Mclnnes, Hannah.they didn’t do it?”“It’s a set-up, Fraz.They didn’t kill Voss and I’d take short odds that they didn’t kill anyone last night either.They’re the fall guys.Carrow was showing every intention of pointing that out, so she had to be silenced.So did her boss, but I didn’t know that in time, and now he’s dead.”“Her boss?”“Finlay Campbell.Murdered yesterday in Glasgow by – reportedly – two muggers.You interested yet?”This was familiarly bleak Parlabane humour.Ken knew he looked anaemic.“And the lassie?” he asked stumblingly.“She’s safe for the time being.”“Have you told the polis? I mean, have you shown them this thing?”“Not yet.Whoever’s behind this has family-size cop connections.This is the only hard evidence I have right now, and I don’t want it going ‘missing’.Neither do I want to answer any questions about where Nicole Carrow is, or advertise my own involvement in this thing.”“Fair enough,” Ken reflected, folding his arms.“So what does the lassie know that’s so dangerous?”“Tam McInnes and amigos weren’t being assisted from the inside, they were being blackmailed.They were being forced into carrying out a burglary – a burglary, note – basically to put them in the right place at the right time to pick up the tab for Mr Voss’s sudden demise.”“Any proof?”“Not any more.What there was took a walk from the Manson & Boyd offices in Glasgow, probably overnight on Monday.”“Fuck’s sake.You’ve got them comin’ oot the woodwork, Jack.”Parlabane nodded.“And polis connections? How do you know that?”Parlabane paused.“They killed my friend, Fraz,” he said after a few seconds, looking him in the eye and then looking away, in his face a hurt and uncertainty Ken had never witnessed before.He didn’t follow the logic, but it could wait.“Jesus, I’m sorry Jack.Who.?”“Lafferty.Donald.” Parlabane shook his head.“It wasn’t a suicide.Don’t ask me how I know, but believe me, I know.”“But why? I mean, I thought.”“They’re killing anybody who knows anything, anybody who can pick a hole in the case against the Voss Four.This is someone very powerful but very desperate, and that’s a fucking dangerous combination.That’s why I’m here.”“What do you mean?”“I need you to run this.”Ken laughed.“Christ, Jack, if the Queen suddenly confessed to killing Kennedy it wouldn’t bump this story off my front page.”Parlabane smiled a little, at last.“I know, Fraz.But what I mean is I need to lead on the angle that someone tried very surreptitiously to kill Nicole Carrow, and that by a remarkable coincidence her boss was murdered the same day.I don’t have anything solide on the other stuff; for instance, Nicole and I are the only people who know anything went missing from her office, and the reasons I have for believing Donald Lafferty was murdered would get the paper laughed off the news stands.But I need the world to know that someone is trying to kill Nicole, because that could be the only way to protect her and protect anyone else tied into this.”“How would that protect her? If these blokes are so powerful, surely they can still top her and leave us all wondering in vain who they are.”“It would change the game,” Parlabane stated, leaning his elbow on top of a Mac monitor.“Right now they don’t want anyone playing join-the-dots with the bodies they’ve left behind.They don’t want people to know that these victims were specifically targeted.Lafferty’s a guilt-ridden suicide, Campbell’s murdered in a mugging, Carrow’s supposed to die in a car-crash.These guys don’t want anybody to know they exist, never mind that they’re trying to stop anyone poking their nose into the Voss murders, because knowledge of their existence, their activities, their agenda, in itself casts doubt on the guilt of the current suspects.If we let them know we’re on to them, let the world know Carrow is a target, then they can’t kill her – or anyone else, such as my good self – without it turning the whole Voss affair on its head.”“And won’t running this story do that anyway?”“To an extent.And yeah, they could just decide to proceed with wiping out anyone in the know and hoping they don’t get caught before they slink off back to the shadows.But I’m hoping it makes them change their strategy.Cover their tracks some other way and let the mystery of these unsolicited improvements to Carrow’s car fade from the public’s short-attention-span interest.”“What’ll you do then?”“I’ll keep breathing, and so will Nicole, and I’ll take it from there.”Ken took a seat on the high stool that had been tucked under the tall paste-up board, while Parlabane slumped into a swivel-chair in front of a big Mac monitor that was aswirl with multicoloured screen-saver patterns.“So your friend,” Ken began tentatively, “did you manage to speak to him at all after the Voss murders?”“I hadn’t spoken to him in months.I knew him from back when he was a cop in Glasgow.I didn’t find out he was working at Craigurquhart until after he was dead.”“Right.”“Incredible, isn’t it? Would have been a hell of a source, and I didn’t even know that’s what he was up to.”Ken gave a regretful little laugh.“It’s funny,” he said.“It keeps cropping up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Wait a minute, Jack.You’re saying they didn’t.Mclnnes, Hannah.they didn’t do it?”“It’s a set-up, Fraz.They didn’t kill Voss and I’d take short odds that they didn’t kill anyone last night either.They’re the fall guys.Carrow was showing every intention of pointing that out, so she had to be silenced.So did her boss, but I didn’t know that in time, and now he’s dead.”“Her boss?”“Finlay Campbell.Murdered yesterday in Glasgow by – reportedly – two muggers.You interested yet?”This was familiarly bleak Parlabane humour.Ken knew he looked anaemic.“And the lassie?” he asked stumblingly.“She’s safe for the time being.”“Have you told the polis? I mean, have you shown them this thing?”“Not yet.Whoever’s behind this has family-size cop connections.This is the only hard evidence I have right now, and I don’t want it going ‘missing’.Neither do I want to answer any questions about where Nicole Carrow is, or advertise my own involvement in this thing.”“Fair enough,” Ken reflected, folding his arms.“So what does the lassie know that’s so dangerous?”“Tam McInnes and amigos weren’t being assisted from the inside, they were being blackmailed.They were being forced into carrying out a burglary – a burglary, note – basically to put them in the right place at the right time to pick up the tab for Mr Voss’s sudden demise.”“Any proof?”“Not any more.What there was took a walk from the Manson & Boyd offices in Glasgow, probably overnight on Monday.”“Fuck’s sake.You’ve got them comin’ oot the woodwork, Jack.”Parlabane nodded.“And polis connections? How do you know that?”Parlabane paused.“They killed my friend, Fraz,” he said after a few seconds, looking him in the eye and then looking away, in his face a hurt and uncertainty Ken had never witnessed before.He didn’t follow the logic, but it could wait.“Jesus, I’m sorry Jack.Who.?”“Lafferty.Donald.” Parlabane shook his head.“It wasn’t a suicide.Don’t ask me how I know, but believe me, I know.”“But why? I mean, I thought.”“They’re killing anybody who knows anything, anybody who can pick a hole in the case against the Voss Four.This is someone very powerful but very desperate, and that’s a fucking dangerous combination.That’s why I’m here.”“What do you mean?”“I need you to run this.”Ken laughed.“Christ, Jack, if the Queen suddenly confessed to killing Kennedy it wouldn’t bump this story off my front page.”Parlabane smiled a little, at last.“I know, Fraz.But what I mean is I need to lead on the angle that someone tried very surreptitiously to kill Nicole Carrow, and that by a remarkable coincidence her boss was murdered the same day.I don’t have anything solide on the other stuff; for instance, Nicole and I are the only people who know anything went missing from her office, and the reasons I have for believing Donald Lafferty was murdered would get the paper laughed off the news stands.But I need the world to know that someone is trying to kill Nicole, because that could be the only way to protect her and protect anyone else tied into this.”“How would that protect her? If these blokes are so powerful, surely they can still top her and leave us all wondering in vain who they are.”“It would change the game,” Parlabane stated, leaning his elbow on top of a Mac monitor.“Right now they don’t want anyone playing join-the-dots with the bodies they’ve left behind.They don’t want people to know that these victims were specifically targeted.Lafferty’s a guilt-ridden suicide, Campbell’s murdered in a mugging, Carrow’s supposed to die in a car-crash.These guys don’t want anybody to know they exist, never mind that they’re trying to stop anyone poking their nose into the Voss murders, because knowledge of their existence, their activities, their agenda, in itself casts doubt on the guilt of the current suspects.If we let them know we’re on to them, let the world know Carrow is a target, then they can’t kill her – or anyone else, such as my good self – without it turning the whole Voss affair on its head.”“And won’t running this story do that anyway?”“To an extent.And yeah, they could just decide to proceed with wiping out anyone in the know and hoping they don’t get caught before they slink off back to the shadows.But I’m hoping it makes them change their strategy.Cover their tracks some other way and let the mystery of these unsolicited improvements to Carrow’s car fade from the public’s short-attention-span interest.”“What’ll you do then?”“I’ll keep breathing, and so will Nicole, and I’ll take it from there.”Ken took a seat on the high stool that had been tucked under the tall paste-up board, while Parlabane slumped into a swivel-chair in front of a big Mac monitor that was aswirl with multicoloured screen-saver patterns.“So your friend,” Ken began tentatively, “did you manage to speak to him at all after the Voss murders?”“I hadn’t spoken to him in months.I knew him from back when he was a cop in Glasgow.I didn’t find out he was working at Craigurquhart until after he was dead.”“Right.”“Incredible, isn’t it? Would have been a hell of a source, and I didn’t even know that’s what he was up to.”Ken gave a regretful little laugh.“It’s funny,” he said.“It keeps cropping up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]