The Last Walk (DCI Suzanna McLeod Book 4) by Harry Navinski

Author:Harry Navinski [Navinski, Harry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harry Navinski Books
Published: 2024-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

Gloomy dark clouds had swarmed across the sky, threatening to drown anyone not hiding away indoors. Carl was one of those people. He stood at the corner of a row of shops, the damp cool air making him shiver, as he shuffled his feet. He hoped the rain would hold off, as he wasn’t dressed appropriately for a downpour.

As the first few drops landed around him, he pulled his hood over his head. It would keep his hair and neck from getting soaked for a while. He dug his hands deep into his coat pocket, praying for the activity he’d been waiting for, for over ten minutes now.

His prayers were answered as the door he’d been watching swung open. A man Carl didn’t recognise strode away, not caring to close the door behind him, as the return spring did its work.

Carl sprinted light-footed to the door and caught it before it closed. He slipped in and tip-toed up the stairs to Jimmy Price’s flat. He tapped on the door, hearing a voice calling out, “Whaddya want now?” The door opened and Carl walked into the flat, gently pushing Jimmy backwards to make space inside.

Price swore. “Ya canna just walk in here without a warrant. I’ve got rights.”

“Shut up, Jimmy. I don’t need a warrant to have a chat with a friend.” Carl’s reputation relied on him gaining Price’s cooperation. “Look, Jimmy, I’m after some information about one of your customers.”

“What do you mean, customers?” Price said, his eyebrows crunching together. “You know I don’t deal anymore.”

“If I search your flat, then Jimmy, I won’t find any drugs?”

“No. I told you. I don’t do that stuff anymore. Hated being in jail last time. I’ve no inclination to spend more time there. I’m going straight now.”

Carl believed that Jimmy had hated prison but wasn’t inclined to believe his going straight declaration. “Perhaps I might believe you, Jimmy. Maybe I won’t perform a search. But I’d be more inclined to walk away and let you get about your business if you can help me with my enquiries.”

“Whaddya want to know?”

“There’s a woman lives around here. Bit of a big shot. We know she’s a cocaine user. I just want to know who’s most likely to be her supplier. If you can steer me in the right direction, I’ll leave you be.”

Carl knew Price had not been into supplying cocaine in the past and he evidently wasn’t now, because he’d be driving something like a six series BMW if he was into big money drugs, rather than the rusting old banger parked around the back of the flats. Jimmy’s products had been cannabis, barbiturates and ecstasy.

“Listen. I’ve never sold that shit. And I don’t know who does. The supply chain for that stuff is serious crime. Scary people.”

“Don’t give me that, Jimmy,” Carl said condescendingly. “You might not have dealt in cocaine yourself, but you know who does. If you don’t help me out here. I’ll be forced to conduct a search.”

“Listen. You never heard it from me,” Price responded nervously.

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