Criminally Insane (19 page)

Alec left Jessie to be interviewed and processed by his officers. It had taken most of the evening to debrief Jessie and he had taken them over the story of the nightclub multiple times before Alec had been positive that he hadn’t missed anything. It was late when they finished, and he grabbed a few hours of sleep on a saggy settee in his office. He was tempted to go home, but he didn’t see the point. The house was empty. Gail had left him. He felt his stomach tighten when he thought about her. The drive home would come soon enough and he would face that when the time came. The Parker murder was his priority for now. He would catch up with the hunt for Rose James once the formalities were completed. Jessie would have to go into the witness protection program for the remainder of his life, but Alec hoped that he could return his wife to him first. Then he would have to convince his own wife to return, too. That could prove to be the more difficult task, even though she was at liberty to go where she liked.

The robbery at the nightclub puzzled him. It was a conundrum indeed. There was a link between what had happened at the nightclub and Salim Oguzhan. There was also a link between Salim Oguzhan and the Louise Parker murder, but he couldn’t see it yet. Will Naylor and his team were about to enter the Oguzhan residence. Alec decided to wait for his call before following him. If the house was deserted, it could be a waste of his time.

“Nice house,” Smithy said as he climbed out of the car. “Upside down, but nice.” The house had a long sloping roof and white rendered walls. The living room was on the first floor, and full-length picture windows offered a panoramic view of the landscaped gardens. The daylight was fading and shadows were creeping up the walls. The occupants had drawn the thick drapes closed. “Are we just going straight in?”

“That’s the plan,” Will replied. He pulled on a black stab vest and tossed a large one to Smithy. “Does this fit?” he laughed.

“Fuck off, with respect,” Smithy laughed and pulled his body armour on.

“Let’s go and see if Salim is in, shall we?”

The detectives walked across a neat lawn to the front door where an armed unit was waiting. The lead officer was holding a red battering ram over his shoulder, ready to smash the front door open. Will held the warrant in his right hand, but he had a feeling that no one would ask to see it.

“Let’s get in there, please.” Will waved to the lead officer. As he spoke, he noticed a movement from one of the bedroom windows to the left. “Hold on!” he shouted.

“What is it, Will?” Smithy asked, following the inspector’s gaze. “Did you see something?”

“That curtain moved,” Will pointed. “The black one.”

“That will be one of the bedrooms.”

“Okay,” Will said to the armed officers. “Take the bedrooms first, please, we’ll move upstairs when they’re cleared.”

“Will!” Smithy shouted. He had walked toward the window. There was a narrow flowerbed between the lawn and the house. Winter pansies smiled up at him in a uniform pattern.

“What is it, Smithy?”

He was staring at the curtain. It seemed to be moving slightly, as if a breeze was causing it to ripple slightly. At first, he thought someone might be looking through it or the owner might have left a window open, but then he realised that the curtain itself was moving. “That’s not a curtain.” Smithy banged on the glass. A clear space appeared in the curtain, then it covered the glass again. He banged again. “They are flies, Will.”

Jinx checked his scanner program to confirm the whereabouts of Dean Hines and Leon Tanner. The tracker which Jinx had fitted to Leon’s Bentley showed that the vehicle was heading towards London. It made sense that Leon was leaving town if he had put a hit out on Jinx. The first thing he would do was leave the city. Jackson was the priority to Jinx. He was a mercenary and he was dangerous. Jinx had acquired the services of David Lorimar to neutralise the threat against his life. If all had gone according to plan, Jackson and Dean should be dead already. Dean’s tracker had been stationary outside the Royal Liverpool hospital all night. Jackson didn’t drive, so Jinx couldn’t tag his vehicle. Maybe Dean had been shot, or maybe Jackson had been shot. He had not heard from Dava since the contract had been placed, that was just the way it worked. There would be no contact between them until the he had completed the job. Telephone records were evidence which could connect them to the murders at a later date. Silence was essential.

Jinx wanted to know what the state of play was. He searched for the contact details on the internet and decided to phone the hospital. He clipped a prepaid sim card into his phone and rang the general enquiries number.

“Hello, Royal Liverpool, how can I help you?” the switchboard answered.

“Hello, I’m trying to find out how my brother is. I think he was admitted last night,” Jinx lied.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Dean Hines.”

“Hold the line, I’ll transfer you to the children’s ward.”

Jinx took a breath. The children’s ward? His brain tried to compute the information. Dean Hines was in a children’s ward. Why?

“Hello, ICU,” a female voice answered abruptly.

“Hello,” Jinx was struggling to think straight. “I am enquiring how Dean Hines is.”

“Are you a relative?” the voice answered impatiently.

“I’m his brother.” Then it clicked in his brain. Dean’s son was called , after his father. It was his kid who was in hospital. Dean’s car had been there all night.

“I see, I’m afraid that the children are very poorly. I can’t say any more than that.”

“Children?” Jinx asked as the line went dead. He took the back from the phone and swapped his sim card into it, scrolling through his contacts list. One of his business associates was related to the Hines family through marriage. He pulled up his number and pressed the dial button.

“Alright, Jinx,” a broad scouse accent answered. “How’s it going, kidda?”

“Hiya, Jason,” Jinx replied. “Listen, I’ve heard Deano’s kids are in hospital. Have you heard anything?” He stood up and paced the room as he spoke. There was a hit out on him; he couldn’t afford to let his guard down, but this changed things.

“Yes. They’re in a bad way, lad.” The scouse drawl sounded like he had phlegm in his mouth. “Meningitis. I’ve heard they might not make it. Who told you?” Jason asked curiously.

“Just one of the lads at the gym mentioned it to me. Thanks for that,” Jinx said.

“No problem, mate,” Jason said. “That was bad news about the Nelson brothers, eh?”

“Yes, bad news,” Jinx was distracted. “Listen, I’ve got to dash, mate, thanks again,” he cut the call short. Jinx looked out of the window of his riverside apartment. It was located in one of the many new developments along the River Mersey. It was in walking distance to the city centre, but far enough away to use as a retreat. He liked the river and the tranquil feeling it gave him as he watched it flowing slowly by. Jinx didn’t have kids, but he knew how precious they were. He wanted them, someday, with the right woman, just not yet. Jinx had a lot to think about, but he had to do it quickly. David Lorimar did not waste time, and he had the contract to kill Dean Hines.

After three hits of the big key, the armed unit moved into the Oguzhan residence. Will and Smithy waited until they heard the first calls of ‘Clear!’ before following. They could hear the armed unit pounding up the stairs and slamming doors open. If there was anyone home, then they were in for a rude awakening.

“Will!” a muffled call came from the corridor to the left. “You need to see this!”

Will walked into a wide kitchen diner. It was a modern design, lots of white units and chrome fittings. There was a dining table in the centre and something had upended two of the chairs on to the floor. A large church candle was lying on the black tiled floor, and Will decided that it had been the centrepiece of the table, obviously knocked across the kitchen during a struggle. He looked around.Then the smell reached him. It was the unmistakable stench of death. There were bluebottles on the ceiling and walls. A small squadron of them flew past him towards the open door. Will used a gloved hand to open a door to his left. It was dark inside and much cooler than the kitchen.

“It’s the garage.” Will turned the light on. “No white Porsche in here.”

“I didn’t think there would be, to be honest,” Smithy said, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

“In here, Will!” A muffled voice called from the hallway, which led from the kitchen.

“This isn’t good.” Smithy said. He pulled a scarf from inside his vest and put it over his nose but it did nothing to stop the rotting smell from invading his nostrils. “I’ll call SOCO and the coroner. I don’t have to look any further to know this is a murder scene.”

“You’d better call the governor too,” Will nodded. His face was stern as he walked through the kitchen. There was blood smeared across the floor tiles where the kitchen met the hallway. Smithy followed as he called for the science teams to attend.

As they moved down the hallway, one of the armed officers ran past them with his hand over his mouth. They heard him retching as he reached the kitchen door. Two corridors led away from the kitchen and a carpeted staircase gave access to the upper floor. They could hear the armed unit stomping about as they conducted their search. Will walked toward the hallway and spotted bloody handprints on the magnolia painted walls. The bloodstains smeared the paint as if someone had clawed at it. Finger marks covered both sides of the hall. Whoever was bleeding hadd not wanted to go down the corridor to the bedroom. They had put up a fight on the way. The first bedroom door was on the left, an armed officer blocking the way. He stood staring at the scene, transfixed.

“Excuse me,” Will touched his elbow. “Let the dog see the rabbit.” He smiled despite the nervous tension he felt inside. Keeping calm and emotionally unattached from the scene was important at a murder scene. Any sympathy for the victims had to be shelved while they worked on the evidence before them. Personal feelings didn’t matter here.

“Sorry, Will, but I’ve never seen anything…!” The man couldn’t finish his sentence. “How could anyone do that?”

“I don’t know,” Will said as he moved into the bedroom. “Check upstairs with the others.”

“Fuck me!” Smithy whispered under his breath as he followed Will. The dull buzz of bluebottles came from behind the curtains. One of them landed lazily on his face and he spat it away with a shudder. The room was small with a single bed and a wardrobe in it. An Everton team photograph was pinned to the left hand wall and the Undertaker and some of his wrestling pals were scowling on a poster to the right. A sticky piece of flesh was hanging on the poster, making it look like the wrestler had a piece of raw meat in his mouth. Blood splashes traced across the walls and ceilings in arcing patterns and the bedding was soaked with it. A crack ran across the wardrobe door; the middle had caved in on itself as if something heavy had fallen against it. On the floor was a black handled hatchet. Congealed blood coated the stainless-steel shaft and blade. A piece of skull was stuck to it. Long black hair clung to the fragment of rotting scalp.

“We don’t have to look far for the murder weapon,” Smithy said. Sometimes, sarcasm was his shield against the horrors of the job.

“Jesus wept,” Will said. The body on the floor hardly resembled a human being. The face was nothing but blackened mush and the limbs were so badly hacked that there was no shape to them. The victim’s clothes were scattered across the bed as if the killer had removed them during a violent struggle. Maggots crawled beneath the flesh, making the remnants of the face undulate. “Whoever this is, it’s not Salim Oguzhan.”

“Looks female to me, Will,” Smithy said through the material of his scarf. The body was naked, the killer had hacked at the chest and torso so badly that the sex of the victim wasn’t obvious. “Female, definitely,” he added looking at the genital area.

“Is there any ID in the clothing?” Will pointed to the clothes.

“I can’t see anything without moving them.” Smithy kneeled down and poked the clothing gently with a pencil. “Better wait until Dr. Libby and his team get here.”

“Inspector,” a voice came from the doorway.

“Yes,” Will found it hard to look away from the corpse. “What is it?”

“Two more bodies upstairs, Will.” The armed officer was shaking visibly. “Both children.”

Following a phone call, Alec joined Will at the Oguzhan home. The crime scene was like a clip from a zombie movie. There were now three more victims to add to their list.

“I am fucking stunned,” Will said as they left the house. Crime scene officers had to study the building before they could remove the bodies. “Just when I thought I had seen it all.”

“That’s natural, Will,” Alec said. “The guy is an animal. We need to shrug off what we’ve just seen and try to catch whoever is responsible.”

“We don’t know any more now than we did before we went in there, guv.” Will leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath of fresh air. “I wish I smoked, I could just go for a cig right now.”

“I wish I smoked, too,” Alec smiled thinly. “I could pinch one of yours.”

“Fucking hell, guv.” Will shook his head and wiped a tear from his eye. “How scared must those poor kids have been?”

“They would have been terrified, Will, but we can’t help them now. We can only do all we can to catch the bastard who did that to them.”

“Where do we start piecing that together?” Will scoffed. “We have searched Salim’s house and found nothing that can help us.”

“We know he isn’t in there,” Alec nodded to the house. “We know that his car isn’t in there and we know that whoever killed Louise Parker was here. This is the work of the psycho that strung her up, no doubt about it.”

“His girlfriend, his wife and his two children have been slaughtered,” Will snapped. “Either he killed them or he’s dead too.”

“We know he had three children, and there are two children’s bodies in there,” Alec thought aloud. “My guess is the third child was in the unit at Jamaica Street, and so was Salim.”

“It didn’t look as if he has gone into hiding, there are too many personal things left behind.”

“You’re working on the theory that our killer has the mentality of a well balanced mind, Will.” Alec moved away from the house. “Whoever did that was in a rage beyond human comprehension.”

“His bank accounts remain untouched.” Will counted the points he was making on his fingers as he spoke. “His mobile phone records show that no calls or texts have been sent, although there are dozens of messages stored on his voice mail. His car is missing and we know that one of his children is unaccounted for. In my mind, all that means he is dead.”

“You’re probably right, Will.” Alec could see that his inspector was tired. He looked drained and shattered by what he had seen. “Look, I need you sharp for the morning, Will. Go home for a few hours and get some sleep. I’ll see you back at the station first thing.”

“Thanks, guv,” Will sighed, “can’t see me getting much sleep.”

“We can’t do anything tonight.” Alec patted him on the back. “Have a shower, something to eat. Get some rest.”

“Are you going to do the same, guv?” Will laughed. He knew the answer to that.

“The mother-in-law is still at my place,” Alec lied. “I’ll get my head down at the station for a few hours.”

Will nodded and turned to walk away. Alec headed for his car and ran over things in his mind when suddenly he heard Will beside him again. He obviously needed to talk.

“You know the chances of Salim Oguzhan being alive are next to zero, guv,” he said.

“Maybe,” Alec shrugged. “He may have lost his mind, killed his wife and kids and then turned his attention to Louise Parker, robbed his own nightclub and gone on the run with the drugs and the money.”

“Bollocks,” Will laughed. “You don’t believe that.”

“No, I don’t, but I’m thinking out loud.” It was pushing the boundary of his imagination to believe that it could be true. It was rare that a fugitive went on the run leaving thousands of pounds in the bank. Usually they stashed their monies before they left their lives behind them. His bank accounts hadn’t been touched for weeks.

“He may have taken the money from the poker game and the five kilos of heroin and done a runner?” Will said dryly.

“It is possible,” Alec replied, but he had a gut feeling that it wasn’t the case. “The Oguzhan family are killers, but this is in a different league. They’re gangsters and they kill other gangsters. We’re looking for a totally different type of killer.”

“We’re looking for a lunatic, guv,” Will shrugged.

“We are indeed, but I know one thing for certain,” Alec turned to Will. “Our killer has killed before, without a doubt, and he doesn’t care about getting caught, either.”

“I agree,” Will nodded. “He has lost the plot and that’s what worries me. Look what the crazy bastard did to that family.”

“We’ll catch him, Will, but we need to find out what has happened to Salim Oguzhan.” Alec knew Salim Oguzhan was the key, but they couldn’t find him, and they were convinced that he was either the killer or another victim. “Go home, Will. I’ll see you in a few hours.”