Adrian Magson - No Kiss For The Devil

‘So?’

‘I counted five. At the hotel and here. There’s one missing.’

‘Are you sure?’ She remembered the body she’d seen at the rear of the lobby. That must have been one of the four they had just carried out.

‘Definite. There was a short one, like this monster body-builder.’

‘His name’s Pechov. Palmer took care of him.’

‘Yeah? Cool. Then there was two taller guys, and a big dude in some fancy threads. I think he was the boss.’

Vasiliyev. Riley didn’t say anything.

‘And there was a little guy with a bald head,’ Szulu continued. ‘I ain’t seen no bald head yet.’

‘Or Frank Palmer.’ Riley felt sick. Wherever Palmer was, she had to believe he was still inside and safe. Palmer wouldn’t give up easily. The always laid back, often irritating but mostly sweet former military cop just wouldn’t let himself be overcome like that. He was indestructible.

The men ducked back inside the building, leaving the driver in the van, watching the car park and the street. For one moment, it seemed as if he was staring right at them.

Szulu gave a soft hiss and froze, his hand gripping Riley’s arm in warning.

‘What’s wrong?’ Riley whispered. ‘I thought you said they were the good guys.’

‘I did. But that don’t mean they’d be stoked with anyone seeing them movin’ a bunch of dead bodies around, does it?’

There was a movement at the entrance, and the other men re-appeared. This time, they had a figure sandwiched between them. He was on his feet, but seemed reluctant to go with them. For the last couple of yards, the men picked him up and carried him. They pushed him inside and closed the door.

Seconds later, they were gone, leaving just a wisp of exhaust smoke hanging in the air.

Riley and Szulu waited, both thinking the worst.

Then, from behind them, Frank Palmer’s voice drifted out of the dark. ‘Are you two girls staying here all night? Only I’m gagging for a pizza.’

Three days later, with the pain from her burns slowly receding, Riley held a planning meeting with Mr Grobowski.

The surgery had called to say that there was a problem with the cat: he was howling so loudly, he was keeping the other resident animals awake. They would consider an early release, but on condition that someone would be able to look after him and change his dressings.

‘Is not a problems, Miss Riley,’ the elderly Pole boomed eagerly when she told him. ‘You bring him homes and I be his nurses for as long as it takes.’ He paused uncertainly. ‘Is okay with you, of course?’

‘Of course it is, Mr G. You know Lipinski — he’s a free agent. If it hadn’t been for your magic meatballs, he’d never have survived.’

‘Sure, I knowing that.’ He smiled shyly and rubbed at his craggy face. ‘You are very kind persons, Miss Riley. We are like little family, I think.’ He rushed away downstairs, suddenly overcome by emotion and muttering about having to cook more meatballs.

He passed Palmer and Szulu on the way. The two men had come in response to Riley’s offer of lunch at the Belvedere in Holland Park, as a thank you for their help.

‘You know, I never got into this sort of trouble before I met you two,’ said Szulu, slumping onto the sofa. It had been a recurring theme ever since they had left Palatine House. ‘Mind you, I never got taken to no fancy restaurants, neither.’ He grinned. ‘I am so gonna give the menu a pastin’ man, I warn you.’

‘Suits me,’ said Riley approvingly. ‘You deserve it.’

Palmer nodded in agreement. ‘I second that. But,’ he gave Szulu a stern look, ‘you haven’t mentioned any of what you saw to your girlfriends, have you? We’ve got too much to lose.’

‘Hey, man — what you take me for?’ Szulu looked hurt. ‘I ain’t no blabbermouth. I’m a professional — I know when to keep it zipped.’

Before Palmer could say more, there was a knock on the door. Riley opened it.

It was DI Craig Pell. He was alone.

‘I’ve been trying to get hold of you,’ he said sternly. His eyes flicked past her shoulder and fixed on Palmer and Szulu.

‘I’m sorry,’ Riley replied, ushering him in. ‘I’ve been between the hospital and the vet’s surgery. Neither of them like people using their mobiles.’ She smiled sweetly, daring him to call her a liar. ‘Would you like some tea?’

‘No, thanks.’ His eyes widened when he noticed the reddened skin on her neck and lower jaw.

Riley nudged him along, to stop him asking questions. ‘Was there something else?’

‘Uh, yes, actually. I got a report that there was a shooting on these premises. I need some details.’ He looked at them in turn, but Palmer was ignoring him and Szulu was pretending he was somewhere else.

‘The shooting was downstairs,’ said Riley firmly. ‘I was out. It was probably a case of mistaken identity.’

‘Yes. The old bloke downstairs says the same thing. At least, I think that’s what he said.’

‘Why are you investigating it? This isn’t your area, is it?’

‘My area is wherever I’m sent.’ He gave her a tight look and explained, ‘We have this new situations alert software that’s been installed. It’s pretty neat. Anything happening within a mile of a known address gets flagged for immediate attention.’ He smiled proudly.

‘Known?’ Riley’s eyebrows shot up. ‘What do you mean ‘known’? This isn’t a crack house!’

Pell’s smile vanished in an instant. ‘I’m sorry. It’s still in the trials stage and I entered your address as a test. I was… concerned.’ He puffed his lips and looked away, his face going pink around the edges.

Palmer exchanged a knowing look with Szulu.

‘Oh.’ Riley was slightly mollified. ‘In that case, thank you. But I don’t know anyone who’d want to harm a cat. Mr Grobowski said he thought the man may have been on drugs.’

‘Yes. Interesting man, Mr Grobowski.’ It seemed the nearest Pell was going to get to calling the elderly Pole a liar. ‘There’s also a report pending about a kidnapping outside a vet’s surgery. The same surgery where your cat was being treated for a gunshot wound. That was also flagged on our new system. The only eyewitness is now having doubts. She thinks it might have been a prank.’

They returned his stare with blank looks. He sighed. ‘I was told I’d have days like this. How is the cat, by the way?’

‘He’s fine. I’m bringing him home soon.’

‘That’s good.’ He cleared his throat and addressed Palmer. ‘We don’t have any new leads on Miss Bellamy’s murder, I’m afraid. The foreign national she met in west London seems to have disappeared… if he ever existed. But we’ll continue with the investigation, of course. I just want to warn you that we may never find out what happened. I’m sorry.’

Palmer nodded without comment.

‘You don’t seem surprised.’ Pell’s voice was dangerously soft. He waited for a few seconds, but when nothing was forthcoming, he shrugged. ‘I’ve got to go. Oh, one thing more: there was a serious ruckus in Euston three nights ago. Reports of shots, a vehicle blown up in the street and armed men inside an office building. No bodies, though.’

‘Really?’ Riley forced the word out through a dry throat, not daring to look at Palmer or Szulu. Where was this going? Did Pell know something or was he just fishing?

‘Yeah. It took place at a building called Pantile House. Like the one in the photo you were sent by Miss Bellamy.’ He glanced at Palmer. ‘Added to that, the building supervisor is missing and his family are all dead. A nasty business.’

Palmer returned the look with steady eyes. ‘What some people will do to get a cheap office.’