Final Justice (Lorne Simpkins thriller (Book Three)) by Mel Comley Page B
Authors: Mel Comley
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tip-off about a drugs shipment due to arrive at Liverpool docks.
She paused and Michel prompted her to go on, ‘At the time, their information was very limited, they had no idea where or when the shipment would arrive, they only knew it was "imminent". When they got to the scene they found their informant hanging from a beam, his charred remains were still smouldering. The ports and airports were alerted immediately, there was one major problem to consider though, we didn’t have a clue, who this guy was. Actually, Tony Warner was the one who discovered The Unicorn’s true identity, only last year, you know, when … Anyway, like I said, we were completely in the dark back then, after the informant’s body was discovered, two traffic cops pulled over a vehicle for speeding on the M62, that’s a busy motorway in the North of England. The two officers left their vehicle, and as they approached the offending car they were gunned down. They didn’t stand a chance, you see, our regular police are unarmed. Unfortunately, my godson was one of the police officers, he’d just completed his training at Hendon, he’d only been on the streets for a couple of months.’ She stopped, and looked up at Michel, his eyes glistened in the light. He nodded, encouraging her to continue with her story. ‘After that, my partner Pete and I came across him a few times, but we could never get close enough to catch the slippery bugger.’
Michel wrinkled his brow. ‘Slippery bugger?’
‘Sorry, the bastard, that’s a much more accurate name for him. The trouble is, he’s the type of guy who doesn’t mind going under the knife you know plastic surgery, facial surgery. Which is how he managed to avoid being identified all those years, here’s the thing though, to ensure his new identity remained a secret, he always killed the surgeon after they’d operated on him. Like I say, he’s a pretty brutal kind of guy. Anyway, we reckon because of greed his activities escalated last year, he became involved in people trafficking and joined forces with a wealthy Russian billionaire called Abromovski.’
Again, Lorne paused to see if the Frenchman was following her, he nodded and she continued, ‘Together they set up brothels. High class brothels, ones regularly frequented by well-known pillars of the community, MPs, judges, planning councillors. Their main objective was that they showed these guys a good time, at least the girls did, in return for favours. In other words, extortion. The most despicable part of all this was they held regular auctions where girls as young as twelve were sold to the highest bidder.’ She fell silent as she reached the part of the story that personally involved her and her family.
Sensing her discomfort, and with genuine concern touching his voice Michel asked, ‘Are you all right, Lorne? Would you like to stop?’
‘No, I’m fine, just catching my breath.’ She took a deep breath which she hoped would calm her racing heart.
‘Have we reached the part where your partner was killed?’
‘Oh lord, I forgot that part.’ How could I forget about Pete like that? ‘No, that happened a couple of days before he held an auction … oh dear, I’m afraid I’m not doing a very good job at filling in the gaps in your dossier.’
‘Please go on,’ he said.
‘I don’t know if you’re aware but in the Met we have a unit called CO19 they’re an armed response team, the only team in London allowed to carry weapons, which always went against the grain with me.’ She noticed his brow furrow. ‘Let me see, I suppose annoy would be the best way of describing that to you.’ He nodded, raised a finger of recognition and then urged her to continue. ‘Pete and I received a tip-off of The Unicorn’s location, and we were searching an alley when he ambushed us. He was above us firing from a roof while we were unarmed, so we had no way of retaliating.’
‘Unarmed yes, but you were issued with protective vests,
She paused and Michel prompted her to go on, ‘At the time, their information was very limited, they had no idea where or when the shipment would arrive, they only knew it was "imminent". When they got to the scene they found their informant hanging from a beam, his charred remains were still smouldering. The ports and airports were alerted immediately, there was one major problem to consider though, we didn’t have a clue, who this guy was. Actually, Tony Warner was the one who discovered The Unicorn’s true identity, only last year, you know, when … Anyway, like I said, we were completely in the dark back then, after the informant’s body was discovered, two traffic cops pulled over a vehicle for speeding on the M62, that’s a busy motorway in the North of England. The two officers left their vehicle, and as they approached the offending car they were gunned down. They didn’t stand a chance, you see, our regular police are unarmed. Unfortunately, my godson was one of the police officers, he’d just completed his training at Hendon, he’d only been on the streets for a couple of months.’ She stopped, and looked up at Michel, his eyes glistened in the light. He nodded, encouraging her to continue with her story. ‘After that, my partner Pete and I came across him a few times, but we could never get close enough to catch the slippery bugger.’
Michel wrinkled his brow. ‘Slippery bugger?’
‘Sorry, the bastard, that’s a much more accurate name for him. The trouble is, he’s the type of guy who doesn’t mind going under the knife you know plastic surgery, facial surgery. Which is how he managed to avoid being identified all those years, here’s the thing though, to ensure his new identity remained a secret, he always killed the surgeon after they’d operated on him. Like I say, he’s a pretty brutal kind of guy. Anyway, we reckon because of greed his activities escalated last year, he became involved in people trafficking and joined forces with a wealthy Russian billionaire called Abromovski.’
Again, Lorne paused to see if the Frenchman was following her, he nodded and she continued, ‘Together they set up brothels. High class brothels, ones regularly frequented by well-known pillars of the community, MPs, judges, planning councillors. Their main objective was that they showed these guys a good time, at least the girls did, in return for favours. In other words, extortion. The most despicable part of all this was they held regular auctions where girls as young as twelve were sold to the highest bidder.’ She fell silent as she reached the part of the story that personally involved her and her family.
Sensing her discomfort, and with genuine concern touching his voice Michel asked, ‘Are you all right, Lorne? Would you like to stop?’
‘No, I’m fine, just catching my breath.’ She took a deep breath which she hoped would calm her racing heart.
‘Have we reached the part where your partner was killed?’
‘Oh lord, I forgot that part.’ How could I forget about Pete like that? ‘No, that happened a couple of days before he held an auction … oh dear, I’m afraid I’m not doing a very good job at filling in the gaps in your dossier.’
‘Please go on,’ he said.
‘I don’t know if you’re aware but in the Met we have a unit called CO19 they’re an armed response team, the only team in London allowed to carry weapons, which always went against the grain with me.’ She noticed his brow furrow. ‘Let me see, I suppose annoy would be the best way of describing that to you.’ He nodded, raised a finger of recognition and then urged her to continue. ‘Pete and I received a tip-off of The Unicorn’s location, and we were searching an alley when he ambushed us. He was above us firing from a roof while we were unarmed, so we had no way of retaliating.’
‘Unarmed yes, but you were issued with protective vests,
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