Howard Linskey - The Dead

I knew Kinane could handle the job of beating the truth from Michael Crowe without me and I didn’t want to waste any more time on this fool’s errand involving the fate of my father. There were things I had to put in order before the mad Russian oligarch realised I was going to be of no use to him. I wasn’t exactly drafting my last will and testament here but it certainly felt like it.

I caught up with Joanne in the park. Emma was in her pushchair chomping on a bright red ice lolly. I gave my little girl a kiss and she smiled but went back to slurping on her lolly. I asked Joanne to walk with me.

‘I’ve got something for you,’ I said. Joanne had her rough edges, but she’d always been straight with me, a friend to Sarah and great with Emma. I reached into my inside jacket pocket, took out an envelope and handed it to her. She stopped pushing the buggy. She looked shocked.

‘What’s this?’

‘It’s not your P45, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’ve been terrific with Emma and a big help to Sarah. This is just…’ I’d rehearsed this conversation in my mind but now I was a bit stuck for words. Joanne wasn’t a member of the firm, she was practically family… ‘look upon it as an insurance policy… in case our circumstances alter. If Sarah or me… and Emma obviously… if anything were to change. Say we had to move away or something like that.’

‘And you couldn’t take me with you?’

‘Precisely,’ I said. ‘Obviously we would want to but if we couldn’t.’ I was glad she was thinking in terms of moving house or country and not the very real prospect that her employer could wind up dead at any point. ‘I want you to have some security and it’s my way of saying thank you for helping Sarah when she’s not been feeling too great, you know.’

She nodded, ‘So what is it, like? A season ticket to the Wonga-Dome?’

‘The deeds to your flat.’

‘What?’

‘The apartment is yours, legally, you own it. It’s fully paid up. From now on you can decide if you want to keep it, sell it, move a bloke in with you, whatever.’

‘But I can’t…’

‘Yes you can,’ I told her and when she tried to give the envelope back to me, I took both her hands in mine and repeated, ‘yes… you… can… and I want you to. You’ll be doing me a favour. This is one less thing for me to worry about and, believe me, right now I need that.’

‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘Good.’ I kissed her on the cheek, waved to my daughter and said, ‘I’ll see you both at tea time. I’ve got a meeting.’ And I left Joanne standing there clutching her brown envelope.

Sharp was late for our meeting, very late, but I wanted him to be there, so I made everybody wait. When Joe Kinane walked in I took him away from the rest of the guys and into my office so I could speak to him privately.

‘We gave Crowe a proper beating like you told me,’ he explained, ‘he was loudly renouncing his God when we left him. I kid you not.’

‘And?’

‘He stuck to his story, never deviated from it once, told us over and over again that Alan Blake had stolen the proceeds from the wages robbery. Bobby had realised he was stalling on handing it over and he got suspicious. He thought Alan Blake might be planning to leave the country. Apparently he bought a car from Hunter and that was the final straw. Bobby sent Crowe round to retrieve the money and kill him. The Reverend reckons he knifed the man in his bed while he slept, then took his body down to the supermarket site and dug a hole in the foundations and dropped him in. We used to do that sort of thing back in the day, before we got the pig farm.’

‘And you are sure he wasn’t lying?’

‘About as sure as I can be,’ he told me.

‘But that doesn’t make any sense. My mother was in touch with him for years after…’ and I stopped then, because it suddenly hit me in a flash. I was an idiot, a complete fool and I needed to stop acting like one in front of Kinane. I could feel my face burning with the embarrassment of it and I had a sick feeling deep in my stomach. ‘Fuck him anyway,’ I said, in as dismissive a manner as I could manage, ‘it doesn’t matter. It was years ago and we’ll never know the real truth, so what do I care.’

‘Right,’ he replied and when I said no more he finally left me to it.

‘When Kinane had gone I sat down in my desk chair and stared out of the window. Considering I always prided myself on being the clever one, the guy who worked things out before anyone else, it had taken me a very long time to finally see what had been blindingly obvious for years. Reverend Crowe had been telling the truth; Alan Blake never left Newcastle for a job down south. He was killed back in 1972 and buried under that supermarket car park, which meant my mother had lied to me all of my life because, whoever Alan Blake was, he could never have been my father.

There was laughter coming from the big office next to mine and I forced myself to get to my feet and join them all. Sharp had finally arrived and was holding court.

‘I was absolutely shitting it,’ he explained to a captive audience, consisting of Palmer, Kinane, Vince and Robbie. ‘My DCI called me into his office, introduced me to the brass, sat me down and said, “we’ve been watching you, DI Sharp. We’ve been watching you very closely in fact.”’

‘I didn’t know what to say, so I just said “oh right”.’

‘And he looked at me some more, and I’m sitting there expecting at any moment for him to say, “Detective Inspector Sharp, you’re under arrest”. Instead he said “Safe pair of hands” and I was still none the wiser, so he finally adds “that’s what I think, that’s what your colleagues say about you, so that’s what the Chief Constable is thinking. It might not be glamorous but it’s exactly what we need right now”.’

‘Well, at this point I’m looking at him like he’s been drinking or something but I just say, “Thanks very much,” and finally the Chief Super chips in and says, “So you’ll do it for us, Sharp? You’ll be our safe pair of hands?”’

‘And I say, “Of course, sir,” because I’m so bloody relieved not to be in handcuffs, but I still have no idea what he’s banging on about. Then he stands up, so I stand up and he says, “congratulations, Acting Detective Chief Inspector Sharp,” and he shakes my hand. I almost fell back down in my chair again. When I walked in there you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I thought they were all giving me the silent treatment,’ he said, ‘turns out they were all just really busy.’

‘I have to say that is fucking priceless.’ I told him.

‘That’s not the best bit,’ said Sharp.

‘Tell him the best bit,’ said Palmer.

‘What’s the best bit, Sharp?’ I asked.

‘I have been given a special brief,’ he said, ‘to combat organised crime and bring down the local gangsters. And guess who is top of his wish list?’

‘Me,’ I said.

‘You,’ he confirmed.

‘I think this deserves a drink,’ I told them and we poured one for everybody. When we were holding them, I raised mine and the others followed suit.

‘A toast,’ I said, ‘to Acting Detective Chief Inspector Sharp… acting being the operative word. May his quest to bring down the notorious gangster David Blake be a long and fruitless one.’

‘I’ll drink to that,’ Sharp told me with a grin, ‘and I strongly suspect it will be,’ and we clinked our glasses together.

It was a nice moment and I needed one. This was one less thing for me to worry about, but my troubles were a very long way from over.

This wasn’t just any old meeting. This was me getting everyone together to talk about Armageddon; a new scenario, which would see the business ticking along somehow without me. I even included Amrein and he showed up a few minutes later, because everyone needed to know how to work together if I was no longer around. We went through everything, starting with the Drop and the political connections Amrein had worked to our mutual advantage. Then Amrein left us and we covered every other aspect of our business and how I wanted it to be run if I went somewhere and never came back. At the end, when we had discussed the bits of our business too sensitive for the ears of our solicitor, I invited Susan Fitch to join us and we signed a bunch of papers that gave trusted members of my crew access to funds, property and corners of our business that up till now had been my sole preserve. I answered a lot of questions that day, but the toughest was explaining just why I had called them in to talk about all of this now. I told them we were at war with the Stevic brothers and I didn’t want them to be left high and dry if something should happen to me. Nobody seemed to suspect there was more to it than that.