Chapter 10

Written by: Suraya Dewing

The station was brightly lit when they stopped outside.

Both Ken and Rizzo were on duty.

"Right follow me," she instructed Ken. 

 Rizzo reached to his jacket draped over a chair.

“No, you stay here.”

He stopped; eyebrows raised, not realising he no longer had a job.

 

Ken, Karen and Tim drove into the dark night saying nothing. 

Huka Falls was on the outskirts of town. A place where lovers usually went to marvel at the wild foaming water crashing over the ravine.

Nearby, a lamp flickered in the window of a tumble-down house with bare, weathered boards and broken windows.

 

Gravel grated as they pulled up. 

 

Tim sat behind the driver’s wheel and watched as Ken and Karen picked their way along the broken concrete path. Ken’s knock was met by silence. He knocked again.

“What’cha want?” a voice gruffly called.

“The Police. Open up,” Karen called.

The thump of slow steps and the clunk of a latch lifting drifted into the still night air.

 

The door opened slightly. A man, whose haggard features betrayed a hard life, peered through.

“I ain’t  done nothing wrong.” 

“We know. Can we come in?”

He cautiously held the door open. 

 

They followed him into a room with stained walls and cracked window. He indicated the beaten up old couch. One glance and both decided to stand. He sat on the one chair at the rickety table. 

 

“Do you know Annie Banks?” Karen demanded.

He nodded curtly. “She lived here.... many years ago.” His voice was sulky, as if it carried an injury from that time.

Karen impatiently snapped. 

“What work did she do?” 

He shrugged. “Accounting work… and ticket sales.”

The lamp flickered in Karen's eyes as they narrowed. 

“Accounting work?”

“Yeah," He nodded, for the gang.” 

“Where is she now?”

He shrugged again. “Last I heard she had a flash apartment in town.” His eyes lit up as if making trouble for Annie pleased him. “Heard she made lots of money with her accounting," He chuckled humourlessly.

 

The pieces began falling into place. The paintings...a scam. She was meant to die when the driver ran over the boy. 

Karen turned to go. Ken followed her out with one last glance at the house. Some places stank of more than just stale food...

 

Karen climbed in beside Tim.

“We’re going back to Annie’s apartment.” 

The gears groaned as Tim engaged them.  

They travelled in grim silence.

 

Karen banged on Annie's door and smiled. Not very flash at all.

“All right. I’m coming,” a croaking voice called. 

The door partially opened to reveal Annie. On seeing who it was she pushed the door shut.

Karen put her boot in the way.

 

They walked in.

 

Jackson, co-owner of the Art Gallery, was sitting at the table. 

Karen smiled. “Now why would you be here?”

“Just a social visit.”

He ran a tattooed hand over his beard.

Karen smiled. “Years ago, you led the ‘Bull Dogs’, didn’t you?”

He stared at his hand of cards. “And you laundered money as a fence for stolen art. You’re still doing it. The last piece was a painting called Waterfalls.”

Neither spoke as Karen handcuffed them and issued them their rights for money laundering, withholding evidence and murder.

 

Comments

Nice, satisfying conclusion, Suraya. I enjoyed reading this!
Thanks Sameer. I can't take all the credit. My thanks to Donna who pointed out where continuity didn't make sense and for your patience with about five attempts to get it right. I am really grateful she kept me honest and made me keep working at it. It even fell off the grid a couple of times! I know its a much better read for the work.
Thanks Sameer. I can't take all the credit. My thanks to Donna who pointed out where continuity didn't make sense and for your patience with about five attempts to get it right. I am really grateful she kept me honest and made me keep working at it. It even fell off the grid a couple of times! I know its a much better read for the work.
Thanks Sameer. I can't take all the credit. My thanks to Donna who pointed out where continuity didn't make sense and for your patience with about five attempts to get it right. I am really grateful she kept me honest and made me keep working at it. It even fell off the grid a couple of times! I know its a much better read for the work.