Luke Delaney - The Rule of Fear

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The new novel by Luke Delaney, ex-Met detective and author of the terrifyingly authentic DI Sean Corrigan series. Perfect for fans of Mark Billingham, Peter James and Stuart MacBride.Danger lurks on every corner. But the threat comes from within.Tasked with cleaning up the notorious Grove Wood Estate, Sergeant Jack King is determined to rise to the challenge. But it’s not just drug dealers and petty thugs his team have to worry about. Someone is preying on children and they need to hunt down the culprit, fast.Soon King finds himself in over his head: the local residents won’t play ball, and he’s refusing to admit that he’s suffering from PTSD. As the pressures combine, the line between right and wrong starts to blur and King finds himself in a downward spiral. Only he can save himself – but is it already too late?

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‘Come on,’ O’Neil kept trying. ‘I only got out a few months ago. I can’t go back inside yet.’

‘Might clean you up,’ Brown offered as he tossed the foul cushions off the sofa to reveal even more foul things hiding under them – although nothing illegal. ‘Do you a bit of good.’

‘Listen,’ O’Neil offered conspiratorially. ‘Let me go and I can give you Astill. I can set him up for you. You can get him for supply – a proper result for you. Better than a fifteen-quid rock and a knocked-off Blu-ray.’

‘So you admit it’s nicked then?’ Brown told him.

‘Come on,’ O’Neil looked from King to Brown and back, desperate to see some enthusiasm for his offer. ‘I can help you make a name for yourselves.’

‘We don’t need your help for that,’ Brown told him.

‘What you thinking, Dougie?’ King stepped in.

‘You’re joking, right?’ Brown interrupted.

‘Give him a minute,’ King rebuked him. ‘I’m listening.’

‘I could guarantee you take him out with, what, an eighth of an ounce of crack on him,’ O’Neil talked fast. ‘That’s too much for personal. You’d have him for possession with intent, easy.’

‘And how would you do that?’ King asked calmly.

‘I could call him,’ O’Neil explained. ‘Tell him I want to score large. That I want an eighth.’

‘Where would you get the money for an eighth from?’ King pressed.

‘I’ll tell him I’ve had a top result,’ O’Neil talked even faster. ‘I’ll tell him I screwed an office and found a petty cash tin stuffed with tenners and twenties. He’ll believe me, I promise.’

‘All a waste of time,’ Brown intervened. ‘Astill never comes out from behind his fortifications. Not while he’s holding, anyway.’

‘That’s what you think,’ O’Neil smiled.

‘Fucking bullshit,’ Brown insisted.

‘To sell an eighth he’ll come out,’ O’Neil persisted. ‘Astill won’t be able to resist getting that much cash in his hands in one sale.’

‘Won’t he be afraid you could try and set yourself up as a dealer with that much crack?’ King asked. ‘Why would he risk having competition?’

‘No,’ O’Neil shook his head. ‘I couldn’t deal it because I couldn’t buy from him and match or undercut his price. He’d be selling it to me at a punter’s price – not as a dealer. I might get a bit of discount for buying in bulk, but not enough so I could sell it on and make money. And besides, he knows me, knows what sort of user I am. If I had an eighth I’d do it all myself. It wouldn’t be around long enough for me to sell. It’ll work,’ he tried to convince them. ‘Astill’s dumb and greedy. It’ll work.’

‘But he’s going to want to see the cash before he even shows you any drugs, right?’ King asked. ‘He’s not that stupid?’

‘Of course,’ O’Neil shrugged, as if it was obvious.

‘So where you going to get the cash from?’ King questioned.

‘You’ll have to give it to me,’ O’Neil answered casually, as if it was nothing.

King and Brown looked at each other, before Brown spoke. ‘You fucking serious? Forget it, Dougie.’

‘No,’ King intervened. ‘Let’s hear him out.’

‘Bad idea,’ Brown insisted. ‘Remember? You said it yourself – bending is one thing, but something like this …’

‘Whatever happened to “you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs”? Your words, I seem to recall.’

‘Saying it’s one thing,’ Brown argued. ‘Giving cash to a fucking druggie to set up a dealer is another world altogether. Not somewhere we want to go. Trust me.’

‘I just want to hear Dougie here out,’ King smiled. ‘That’s all.’

They looked hard at each other for a few seconds before Brown relented. ‘Fine,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘We hear him out. That’s it.’

‘So?’ King turned back to O’Neil. ‘How much cash would you need for an eighth of an ounce?’ he asked.

‘Two hundred and thirty-one or thirty-two pounds,’ O’Neil told them.

‘That’s a very precise number,’ Brown pointed out. ‘What’s with the pound difference?’

‘Profit margins are tight on the street,’ O’Neil explained. ‘Nobody’s getting rich selling this shit – except the big players.’

‘Big players like who?’ King pressed.

‘The sort of people who supply people like Astill,’ O’Neil answered vaguely.

‘A name?’ King tried.

‘No names,’ O’Neil told them. ‘Even if I knew I wouldn’t say. You don’t fuck around with people like that. They’re dangerous people. Very dangerous people.’

‘But you still want us to hand over two hundred and thirty-odd notes for you to go play with?’ Brown brought them back.

‘If you want Astill, yes,’ O’Neil insisted.

‘You must be fucking joking,’ Brown told him.

‘But I thought we were making a deal,’ O’Neil complained.

‘I don’t think so,’ King explained. ‘Nice try, Dougie. And by the way – you’re under arrest for possession of a class A drug and suspected theft of a Blu-ray player. You know the caution.’

‘Come on, guv’nor,’ O’Neil pleaded. ‘I’m more use to you out here than banged up. Let me go and I’ll work for you, I swear on me mother’s life.’

‘Your mother’s already dead,’ Brown reminded him.

‘Yeah well,’ he replied weakly.

‘Nice try,’ King told him. ‘Better luck next time, Dougie. Now move.’

King was standing next to the photocopier in the custody suite making clones of the paperwork he’d need to put together the file on O’Neil when Marino drifted alongside him.

‘Another good arrest, I hear,’ Marino told him. King briefly glanced sideways before returning to the copying.

‘Thanks,’ he replied.

‘I see old Dougie had a rock on him,’ Marino pried. ‘Any idea who supplied it to him?’

‘No,’ King lied. ‘We just saw him coming along the walkway and took a chance he’d be holding. Davey Brown got him in a stranglehold and he coughed the rock.’

‘Stroke of luck,’ Marino said.

‘I guess,’ King answered without looking at him. There was a few seconds’ silence before Marino spoke again.

‘Any luck with the Blu-ray player?’ he asked.

‘It was stolen yesterday,’ King explained, ‘in a burglary on a flat on the estate. SOCO says they found plenty of fingerprints at the scene. Only a crack-head like O’Neil would be so careless. We’ll charge him with the drugs and bail him on the burglary while fingerprints try and match his prints to the scene.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’ Marino suddenly sighed before speaking again. ‘On the not-such-good-news side of things, while you’ve been tucked up in here dealing with O’Neil, there’s been another child sexually assaulted on the estate.’

King stiffened. ‘Serious?’

‘It’s always serious with kids, Jack,’ Marino answered, ‘but no – we’re still at the lower end of the scale. For now.’

‘Any leads? Forensics? ID?’

‘No. Sticking to his MO this one. No fluids exchanged. Usual disguise. Girl’s too young and too petrified to be able to ID him anyway. Sorry, Jack.’ King just shook his head. ‘You and your team are really ripping it up down there,’ Marino continued after a couple of seconds, trying to lift the despondent mood. ‘Keep going like this and you’re going to run out of people to arrest.’

‘I doubt that,’ King forced a smile. ‘There’s plenty more where O’Neil came from.’

‘Yeah,’ Marino agreed. ‘I suppose there is. Well, if you ever need any help just let me know and I’ll do what I can do – lend you the Crime Squad for surveillance or something.’

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