Part 14 (1/2)
”Nice little place you've got, Harry,” Stransky said.
”Mr. Salter to you. Now what can I do for you and the fairy prince here?”
Bikov's hand went in his pocket, his face tightened, but Sam Hall stepped close and slipped his hand in the same pocket. ”Gawd bless me, but someone's got a big one.” He produced a Smith & Wesson Bankers Special and put it on the table in front of Harry.
”A little old-fas.h.i.+oned,” Harry said. ”b.l.o.o.d.y rude bringing it in at all, ladies present and so on.”
Stransky looked around. ”Ladies? I don't see any ladies.” He smiled at Ruby. ”Of course, I don't count the wh.o.r.e here.”
”She's got more cla.s.s than you any day, you fat pig.”
Stransky stopped smiling. ”You'll be sorry you said that, Salter, and when you're gone”-he laughed out loud, reached over and patted Ruby's face-”we'll see.”
”Outside,” Harry told him.
”What an excellent idea. Come on, Bikov,” and they went.
”What do you think, boss?” Baxter said.
”They'll be up to no good outside with that bunch he brought along.” He sighed. ”I'm really getting too old for this. Let's go out and see what they're up to. You stay, Ruby love.”
”Not b.l.o.o.d.y likely.”
”All right, then stay by the door. Just be a good girl. I told Billy I'd look after you.”
”What a liar you are, Harry Salter.” She took his arm and the whole group left. ”There was a story about you going the rounds year before last when the Franconi twins were running wild over half of London. The word was they got an IRA expert to put a bomb in your Jaguar.”
”G.o.d was on my side,” he told her cheerfully. ”The guy got the timer wrong and it blew up before Billy and I got there.”
”And is it true the Franconis are in cement on the North Circular Road?”
”Ruby, love, do I look like I'd do a thing like that?”
Outside, the queue had gone and it was quiet, only the sound of the trio playing ”Night and Day” drifting out. ”What's happening?” Harry asked the Harkers.
”The Russian punks cleared off, as far as I know, and Stransky and his driver went off to get his car.”
But Harry didn't believe it, and with Hall and Baxter walked to the car park. Suddenly, the Russians appeared, three of them with baseball bats swinging sideways into the cars, smas.h.i.+ng windows, denting fenders.
Harry didn't hesitate, took the Colt from his pocket and ducked under Makeev's flailing baseball bat, stuck the weapon against the Russian's right kneecap and pulled the trigger. The others, shocked, wavered and Baxter picked up the baseball bat Makeev had dropped. He swung it sideways, fracturing the side of a man's face, and then the other way, fracturing an arm.
The Harker twins arrived on the run, Ruby behind them, and Harry fired in the air.
The Russians froze. Makeev was writhing on the ground, moaning terribly. Harry reached out and pulled the nearest Russian over. ”You came in a car-which is it?” The man pointed to a white van. ”Get him in it, in fact all of you get in it and deliver him to Saint Mary's. Of course, you'll stay shtum because I wasn't here, was I? I was elsewhere. Lots of people saw me. Who was the contract for?” he inquired of the driver. ”Better tell me, suns.h.i.+ne, I won't hold it against you.”
”Stransky said it was for Max Chekov.”
”Really?” Harry said. ”The oligarch? Interesting. Thanks very much.”
The van drove away, and Stransky, sitting in his car nearby, whispered to Bikov, ”We better go.”
”I'll have to switch on the engine,” Bikov said.
Harry's boys moved in their direction instantly and Harry himself tapped on the window on the pa.s.senger's side. ”Get the door open unless you want broken gla.s.s all over you.”
Stransky complied. ”Now look, Harry.”
”I thought you knew only my friends call me Harry. What have I done to Chekov to make him annoyed?”
”He was doing a favor for a friend, that's all I know, some broker guy told me to mess you up.” He didn't bother telling Harry that wasn't all Chekov intended to do.
”Bizarre,” Harry said. ”But I like it. London's everybody's favorite destination these days, capital of the world, even for the gangsters. I feel it might be necessary for me to keep up the reputation of the British British gangster.” gangster.”
He reached inside the car, prodded Stransky's left kneecap and pulled the trigger. He couldn't tell what Stransky said because it was in Russian, but the man howled like a werewolf.
”Go on, get out of here,” Harry said, and Bikov put his foot down and drove away.
Baxter and Hall applauded as he offered his arm to Ruby. ”G.o.d, you're a hard man,” Ruby said. ”I never realized.”
”Well, let's go back inside. Champagne for everyone!”
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, as Chekov was getting out of the shower in his sumptuous apartment off Park Lane, the front doorbell sounded. Chekov cursed, because the maid didn't come in until nine o'clock. He went to the window, toweling himself. The flat was a duplex, and when he looked out a motorcycle was parked at the curb and a man stood on the step wearing black leather and helmet and a yellow waistcoat with Express Delivery emblazoned on it. He held a cardboard box and waited. Chekov pulled on a robe, went downstairs and opened the door.
The face was anonymous behind the black plastic. ”Mr. Max Chekov?”
”That's me. What have we got here?” He took the box in both hands.
”Flowers,” the man said. ”Lilies.” He pulled at the end of the box, produced a sawn-off double-barreled shotgun, rammed it against Chekov's left knee and pulled the trigger.
Chekov was hurled backward. The man said, ”Have a nice day,” went down the steps to the motorcycle and drove away.
Chapter 7.
IT WAS QUIET AT THE AIRPORT AT SIX IN THE MORNING, AS Lacey and Parry kept up a semblance of working on the Gulfstream, the cowling of the port engine still off. A hawk of some kind swept in, dived on some creature or other in the brush on the other side of the runway, and Said appeared in a Land Rover. ”Have you fixed it?”
”Just about.” Lacey nodded. ”Started early while it's still cool.”
”I know what you mean. I'm going downtown early for the same reason.”
”Things don't look too busy.”
”As usual, it's like the morgue. There's an old Dakota on a transport run from Kuwait, in around eleven o'clock, and today's a British Airways flight. Due at three in the afternoon.”