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Authors: Mobashar Qureshi

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“Then who knows?”

“Five individuals: Detective
Longfoot
, Detective Garnett, Detective
Nemdharry
, and you and I.”

“So that’s why we weren’t allowed to talk to any members of the drug squad?” I said more to myself than him.

“Precisely,” he said.
 
“Detective
Longfoot
and I go back many years.
 
He suspected something and informed me of this.
 
I then volunteered to be part of Operation Anti-RACE.”

“So you could keep an eye on the team.”

“Yes.”

“Then why bring me in?”

He went silent.

“Why involve me in Operation Anti-RACE?”

Again silence.

I twisted, straining my neck.
 
“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Officer
Rupret
,” he said.
 
“You were brought in to…complicate our investigation.”

“Complicate?”

“Yes.”

“You mean screw up?
Right?
” I snapped.

“Sergeant Aldrich had no intentions of this operation being successful.
 
It was only a façade.
 
Set up to please the chief.
 
That was why you were brought in.
 
Sergeant Aldrich remembers well what had transpired between you—then a parking enforcement officer—and the drug squad.”

“It was a mistake,” I said, as always explaining my actions from that night.

“An error in judgment.
 
Yes.
 
Sergeant Aldrich thought you to be a loose
canon
.
 
Naïve and incompetent, if you pardon my saying, perfect to nullify this investigation.” There was fidgeting.
 
“But I had insisted you be put under my supervision—”

“I’m under no one’s supervision,” I retorted.

“You made that quite clear.”

There was silence again.
 
I couldn’t believe I was brought in to jeopardize the operation.
 
Here I was thinking Aldrich only wanted me because I was young, handsome and creative.

“So it was Aldrich who told you to watch over the LLPM Import & Export building?” I said.

“Precisely,”
Beadsworth
answered.
 
“He was certain we were closing in on RACE.
 
So he placed the entire team to watch over that one building, hoping to buy some time.”

“Putting all eggs in one basket,” I muttered to myself.

“Sorry?”

“Nothing.
 
What about the videocassette you took from the House of Jam?” I asked.

“You’re aware of it?”

“I met Cal Murray in the morning.”

There was a noise and then
Beadsworth
said, “The tape is safe.”

“Does it show Barnes’ attacker?”

“Quite clearly.”

“Then why take it?”

“We did not want RACE to become alarmed and end their operations.
 
We wanted to confiscate the
Nex
production equipment and we did not want them to leave our jurisdiction.
 
We did not want the OPP or the RCMP involved.
 
Also, by securing the videocassette I was able to hold some leverage over Sergeant Aldrich, in case it was justified.
 
And, if the videocassette had gone into Sergeant Aldrich’s hand, it would have disappeared.”

It was simple and it made sense.

“Is that why you left Joey with me and not with Aldrich?” I asked.

“Yes…but I shouldn’t have.”

“I screwed up,” I said taking full responsibility.
 
“It was my fault.
 
Okay?”

“Perhaps. But…” He paused.
  
“They did not find a body in your house.”

“What?”

“No burned or charred body, I’m afraid.”

“He’s alive?” I said.
 

“We don’t know.”

I felt better.
 
There was still hope.

There was something else I wanted to ask.
 
“I spoke to Noel the other night; he mentioned that…he saw you give your wife money.”

“Yes.”

“Large amounts of money…at night.”

“Yes.”
 

“Large amounts of money in brown and white envelopes at night.”

“What’s your point?”

“Is it drug money?” I blurted.

There was a pause, then laughter.
 
“Is that what you think? That I’ve been giving my wife drug money?”

“I mean…the house…the furniture…the swimming pool…your wife doesn’t even work, I mean.
 
How can you afford it?”

“She doesn’t have to work.
  
The money I give to her is hers.”

I didn’t understand.

“It’s her money,” he said.
 
“On my way back from work I withdraw money from her account, seal them in bank envelopes, which do come in brown and white, and give them to her.
 
Our main bank branch is in Toronto.” There was laughter again, and then he said, “My wife is what?”

I thought hard.
 
“She is a woman.”

“Yes, a woman. But…where am I from?”

“England.”

“Where do you think she’s from?”

I hope this wasn’t a trick question.
 
“England.”

“Precisely, she’s from England, hence her English accent.”

He wasn’t making any sense.

“Have you heard of the House of York?”

I shook my head.

“My wife is Lady Amy Dowling of York,” he said boldly. “She’s royalty.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. The money I give to her is from her estate.”

He was laughing hard. “Do you think I would buy an expensive house if I was laundering money? I work for the police. I would be caught the very next day.”

“The force knows your wife gets money from England?”

“Of course they do.
 
How do you think I justify my lifestyle with a police officer’s salary?”
         

It was all a misunderstanding.
 
We were two grown men, bound to chairs, laughing hysterically.
 

“So are you…like a prince or something?” I asked.

“No, no.
 
I’m just an ordinary bloke.”
  

“Even if you were…I wasn’t going to call you, Your Highness.”

“Your Highness.” He started to laugh again.
 
Hearing him, I started to laugh, too.
 

We stopped when our stomachs couldn’t take much more.

“How do we get out?” I said.

“I’m not sure,” he replied.

It was impossible for either of us to move without tipping over and falling on our sides.
 
Even if one of us did manage to get closer to the other, there was no way we could gnaw at the ropes with our teeth.
  

As I was churning escape possibilities in my head, the metal door swung open.
 
It was Kong.

Oh, shit.

He shut the door and moved toward me.
 
Being ahead of
Beadsworth
, I knew I was first.
 

“Hey, Kong,” I said, trying to be brave.
 
“I know what you’re thinking but I’m not into big muscular Chinese men.”

A fist shot out and hit me squarely on my left cheek.
 
I jerked and fell sideways.
 
It stung, as my cheek and my head smacked into the cement floor.
 

I closed my eyes and pretended to die.
 
Maybe, he would go over me and attack
Beadsworth
instead.
  
It doesn’t sound noble but I was in pain.

But that wouldn’t be.
 
He grabbed me and sat me up again.
 

“Let him go,” I heard
Beadsworth
say.

I now had more respect for
Beadsworth
.
 
He was willing to sacrifice himself.
 

But Kong wasn’t interested.
 
He was going to have his fun with me.

This was the time I should do something heroic, but what?
 
I couldn’t kick him, karate chop him or even head butt him.
 
I could…spit at him.
 
Yes, that would do it.
 
My highly corrosive saliva, once aimed and fired accurately, would burn his eyes.
 

I began to gather all my fluids, even the reserves down my throat, for an aerial assault.
 
After much snorting and sucking I was only able to manage enough for a spray.

 
Kong readied himself for another assault.
 
I closed my eyes for the impact.
 
He hit me straight at the top of my mouth.
 
My chair and I toppled over and onto my back.

I opened my eyes and from my vertical position saw
Beadsworth
look away.
 
My lip was cut and I was bleeding.

A shadow came over me and Kong once again sat me up.
 
I was getting the feeling he would hit me, sit me up and then hit me again.
 
How long was this going to go on? I think until he got bored or until I expired.
 
The latter made more sense. He seemed to be interested in hitting me.

It stung when I licked my upper lip.
 

Kong cracked and rubbed his knuckles.

I was glad the joints in his fingers were getting stiff.
 

Perhaps his fingers wouldn’t be able to take much more and he would leave me alone.
 
I couldn’t take many more hits—not from him, at least.
 

“Let him go,” I heard
Beadsworth
say again.
 

Kong merely glanced at
Beadsworth
.
 
He flared his nostrils and he prepared for the finish.

Beadsworth
tried again to get Kong’s attention but he was too focused on me.

Wait your turn, Phil.
It’d soon be over.

I closed my eyes.
 
Any second now the hammer would come down and leave me for dead.

 

***

 

There was a metallic screech.
 
I opened my eyes.
  
The metal door swung open and in came Ronald Garnett; holding a gun.

“Police,” Garnett bellowed.

Kong, with his fist still in the air, glanced at Garnett, and then turned his attention back to me.

Garnett moved toward us. “Release him,”
  

Kong let go of me and faced Garnett.
 
Garnett was as tall and massive as Kong.
 

If both had decided to battle right now, my money would have been on Garnett, not because he was the good guy but because he had a gun.

Several more officers came down.
 
It took four of them to handcuff Kong.
 

One officer came over.
 
It was Officer Moro.

“You look terrible,” he said, cutting my restrains.

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