Gregory Roberts - The Mountain Shadow

Abdullah hesitated. There was an instinct working in him. I knew it. I’d heard the voice of that instinct, behind the wall. In that moment he wanted to kill Concannon more than he wanted to live. I stepped in beside him, as men had stepped in for me in prison, guarding my heart as much as my life.

‘The only reason the cops aren’t here,’ I said, ‘is because the Scorpions must’ve paid them to stay away while they attacked the place. That won’t last much longer. We’ve gotta go.’

He took his foot off Concannon’s back. The Irishman immediately began to drag himself toward the road.

Two cars pulled up. Scorpion men loaded Concannon and the wounded gangsters into the back. They sped away, knocking a taxi full of tourists out of the way.

Naveen Adair had his arm around Divya. Sunita, the cadet journalist, was with them.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked Divya.

‘Fucking men ,’ she replied. ‘You’re all idiots.’

‘Are you okay?’ I asked Sunita.

She was clutching the red folder of my stories, hugging them to her chest. She was trembling.

‘I’m fine,’ she replied. ‘But, I have a request, and I don’t want to ask it, while you are bleeding. Your face is bleeding, do you know?’

‘O… kay. Can we make it quick?’

She handed me back my short stories, and held up the note I’d written to Ranjit.

‘ Please let me deliver your note,’ she said.

‘Ah… ’

‘Please. You have no idea how much this man has harassed me, sexually, and I’m almost fainting with the pleasure of thinking about giving this note to him. I didn’t have lunch, also, so maybe I’m a little hypoglycaemic, but it feels like a really terrific holiday for me, so, sorry for your face, but please let me give him this note.’

Didier and Kavita joined me.

‘Didier, will you give Sunita your phone number, and escort her to Ranjit’s office?’

‘Certainly, but you must leave now, Lin.’

There was the sound of a gunshot, from not far away.

‘Listen,’ I said to Didier quickly. ‘Lisa’s staying at the gallery, on Carmichael Road. Can you go there?’

‘Of course.’

‘Make sure she’s alright. Stay with her, or keep her with you for a couple of days.’

‘ Bien sûr ,’ he replied. ‘What will you do?’

‘Stay out of sight. I don’t know yet. Take these stories, and keep them for me.’

I handed him the folder, and ran back to find Abdullah ready to ride, his bike beside mine.

‘Who’s doing the shooting?’

‘Our man,’ Abdullah replied, gunning the engine of his bike.

‘Where are the cops?’ I asked, starting my bike.

‘They were coming, but Ravi fired a shot in the air,’ he replied. ‘They have gone for body armour and machine guns. We must leave now.’

Heading into the afternoon traffic, Abdullah and I threaded our way through creeping vines of cars. From time to time we took short cuts on empty sidewalks, or through petrol station driveways. In minutes we descended the long hill at Pedder Road and were beside the juice centre, in sight of the island monument of Haji Ali’s tomb.

‘We should report to Sanjay,’ I said, when we stopped at the signal.

‘Agreed.’

We pulled into the parking bays at the juice centre. Leaving the bikes with the attendants, we called the mafia boss. He sounded sleepy, as if we’d roused him from a siesta.

He woke up fast.

‘What the fuck ? Where are you fucks now?’

‘At Haji Ali,’ Abdullah replied, holding the phone between us so that I could hear.

‘You can’t come back. The cops will be here in minutes, for sure, and I don’t want them asking questions you can’t answer. Stay away, and stay quiet for a couple of days for fuck’s sake, you motherfuckers. Tell me the truth, were any civilians shot?’

Abdullah bristled at the phrase Tell me the truth . Gritting his teeth in disgust, he handed me the phone.

‘No civilians, Sanjaybhai,’ I replied.

The term civilians referred to anyone who wasn’t involved in the criminal underworld: anyone other than judges, lawyers, gangsters, prison guards and the police.

‘Two Scorpions took it in the leg, and a freelancer named Concannon. He got it twice, in the same leg, but I wouldn’t count him out. There were a lot of witnesses. Most of them were street guys, or waiters at Leo’s.’

‘You made this fucking mess, Lin, and you’re telling me how to clean it up? Fuck you, motherfucker.’

‘If memory serves me right,’ I said calmly, ‘you shot someone outside Leo’s, once.’

Abdullah held up two fingers, waggling them at me.

‘Twice, in fact,’ I said. ‘And I didn’t start this mess, Sanjaybhai. The Scorpions started it, and that was a while ago. They’ve hit us nine times in the last month. They hit Leo’s, because it’s a place we all love, and it’s in the heart of Company land. The foreigner, Concannon, just wants Sanjay Company and the Scorpions to kill each other, because he’s starting his own gang. That’s as much as I know. I can’t tell you what to do, and I wouldn’t try. I can only tell you what I know. That’s for you, not against you.’

‘ Madachudh! Bahinchudh! ’ Sanjay shouted, and then calmed himself again. ‘This will cost a fortune to cover up. Who do you think set it up with the Colaba cops?’

‘Lightning Dilip was on duty. But I think this is too ambitious for him. He likes his enemies alive, and tied up.’

‘There’s a sub-inspector, Matre by name, who’s been on my back for a while,’ Sanjay mused. ‘Motherfucker! This has got his sweat all over it. Thik. I’ll handle everything at this end. You two stay out of sight for a couple of days. Check in with me again tomorrow. Put Abdullah back on the phone.’

I handed the phone back to Abdullah. He glared at me for a moment. I shrugged my shoulders. He listened.

‘Yes,’ he said twice, and hung up.

‘What’s the deal?’

‘Did he ask you if you were injured?’ Abdullah asked me.

‘He’s not the affectionate kind. He’s the disaffectionate kind.’

‘He did not ask,’ Abdullah snarled, frowning hard.

There was a small, brooding silence, and then he came back to the moment.

‘Your face. You are bleeding. We should see one of our doctors.’

‘I checked it in the mirror. It’s not that bad.’

I tied a handkerchief across the places on my forehead and eye socket where Concannon’s sap had drawn blood.

‘Right now,’ I said, ‘our problem is that Sanjay’s not going to war for us, and we’re on our own.’

‘I could force him to war.’

‘No, Abdullah. Sanjay let me dangle in the wind, and now he’s letting you swing with me. He’ll never go to war, until the war’s over.’

‘I repeat, I can make him go to war.’

‘Why is war even an option, Abdullah? I’m not complaining that Sanjay won’t go to war. I’m glad he won’t go to war. I’m glad that nobody else will get involved in this. We can handle payback on our own.’

‘And we will, Inshallah .’

‘But since we are alone, as we seem to be, we gotta work out a strategy, and the tactics to achieve it, because you just shot three people. One of them twice. What do you want to do?’

He looked away from me, checking the surrounding junction of major arterial avenues, cars streaming gleaming metal from one current or the other.

He looked at me again and half-opened his mouth, but there were no words for the experience: he was alone, and his comrades weren’t riding to his rescue. He was a soldier behind enemy lines, told that the escape route had just closed.