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Where we left off
From the Author
In the last episode Joey and sandy had dealt with some pretty serious thugs who were 'tossing' Cavell's apartment looking for something, then they had to get round the 'backup' without them ever knowing.
Joey had a plan, and it seems to be working, confusion is reigning supreme, or is it?
Let's take a look and see.
Before you start, maybe read the one previous, follow the link
- Sting of the Scorpion part 1
When all hell breaks loose and the war on Drugs joins the war on Terror who do you turn to? SCORPION ONE is ready to take the fight back to the enemy! FIRST NOVEL IN THE SERIES
- Scorpion's Reach. 'Joey's plan'
Stuck in an apartment, three thugs tied and gagged, how to hand it over to the Police without getting arrested? Read on and find out!
From the previous
"You haven't seen the best yet" Chris kept going, they were by the elevators now, he turned and faced the elevators. "Number two was here, ready for whatever came out, gun drawn," he took up the stance, "sees something out the corner of his eye" he started to turn towards the stairs, "and gets flattened by the attacker who somehow manages to break his nose, sternum and four ribs in two blows delivered at the same time!"
"How the hell? Flying kick to both the nose and chest?" She was stumped, "how'd they not injure themselves?"
Chris was amused, "I'd say whoever it was," he stopped for a moment and pointed to something on the floor, "used his target as a cushion for landing!"
"Wow. This one's full of tricks?" There was genuine admiration in her voice, it's not often you get to see a 'thug' with this much style. "Mixed martial?" Sam asked, there were three more forensics people working this scene and the chaos that was the apartment, one of them, an older woman with thick glasses stopped what she'd been doing, looked up and replied, "don't think so, too clinical!"
"What, the Martial arts?"
"No," the forensics lady stood up and held out a hand, "Sorry, I'm doctor Kate Shepherd from the forensics lab." Sam shook her hand and continued" who then, the assailant?"
"Oh yes" Kate replied, "this one knew exactly how to strike, and when to stop! He knew exactly what he was doing!"
"Doesn't that fit the bill for a Martial arts expert?"
"Only to some degree" Kate explained, "they don't get the practice for this kind of stuff, this guy's had lots of it!"
"This one's had lots of practice at this kind of stuff; I believe that's what I said?"
"Yeah, I know" Sam replied, "but what or rather who the hell are we dealing with then?" She asked no one in particular, she was processing her thoughts, neither Chris nor Kate interrupted. "And why didn't they just shoot them once they were down, you know, neutralize the threat for good"
Continuing on, a clue?
It was Kate replied, "I expect it's because he wanted us to investigate a few things!" She was slightly impatient, "after all, that's what the police do don't they?" she said with a hint of sarcasm.
"What about the rest of the scene?" Sam studiously ignored the barb.
"Only stuff there was done by the three bozos that got taken down" Kate stepped into the room, "CAREFUL" she half shouted as Sam went to follow her, "that's evidence!" she pointed to something on the floor, something Sam almost destroyed by standing on it. "Watch where you're walking girl!" Kate wasn't impressed. "You damn near contaminated the scene"
"Sorry" Sam felt like a chastised schoolgirl caught smoking behind the bike shed, "so, do we know anything about the assailant?"
"We know there were two!" Chris replied, "Though only one did the physical stuff, the other created the distraction"
"And one of them was female" Kate added
"How'd you get that?" Sam asked.
"Come, take a look" Kate turned to Sam, crooked her finger and headed into another room, "and bloody well be careful!"
'Yes ma'am' she felt like saying, but managed to bite her tongue enough to prevent further inflaming the older woman.
The room they stepped into was a revelation, it was like stepping into a time warp and emerging two hundred years earlier.
On one wall, a set of full length heavy drapes with gold embroidery covered most of the wall, they knew from the outside view that the doors onto the balcony were modern, but that didn't stop the effect the drapes had of fooling you into thinking it was an eighteenth century study complete with portrait paintings and study desk.
Kate headed for the desk. "Those three may be professional thugs, but they're rank amateurs at searching." She stopped and crouched down by the desk, "the assailants on the other hand knew exactly where to look!” She crouched down at the desk, then turning to Sam said, “Here take a look underneath"
Sam and Chris both crouched down by the desk, at first they saw nothing, then Sam noticed, "there's some kind of imprint, a hand maybe?" Fingerprints maybe?"
"I wish" Kate replied, "they were too smart for that, but look at the size of the marks, too small and delicate for an adult male, probably not hard enough to do the damage in there" she cocked her head towards the door, where the men had been found, “but they knew exactly where the release catch is" she pressed something under the desk, a very faint click and the concealed drawer opened a fraction, "my guess is it's all about what was in there, whatever it was?"
Sam's head was swimming, dead bankers, armed thugs beaten to pulp, apartments ransacked, something stolen but no flaming idea what because the one who could tell them was dead in a supposed 'accident'.
"Great, just flaming great" She cussed under her breath, "is there ANYTHING that can help us identify who attacked them?" she stood up. "Fingerprints, DNA, anything?" She almost pleaded, "what about security cameras?"
"All blacked out" Chris replied as he got up from the squat, compliments of the 'three stooges!"
"And what about those guys?" Sam barked getting more and more frustrated, "where are they now?"
"On the way to the prison hospital at Spring Hill" Chris replied, "there's no way I'm sending them to a regular hospital, they've got armed officers escorting them by the way"
“Shouldn’t they be on the way to Middlemore?” Sam asked, “that is the closest A and E department?”
“They were armed” Chris reminded her, “There’s no way I’m putting men like that in public hospitals, injured or not, I don’t give a shit, they’re not getting the chance to escape!” he said it with some conviction, it’s often too easy for wanted people to get away from police in hospital even when taken there after being arrested, then the arresting officer gets it in the neck from the public for ‘putting them in danger’. Chris wasn’t taking that chance. “By the way, I’m also running the serial numbers we recovered!”
“You mean they weren’t smart enough to remove the serials from the weapons?” Sam smiled slightly, at least that was something.
“From the weapons they did” Chris replied, “but as usual they forgot the springs in the magazines! I’m running those as that’ll tell us where the magazines have been if not the weapons themselves”.
“And we’re doing ballistics on the weapons,” Kate added, “we’ll check them internationally just in case!”
“Either way” Sam was thoughtful for a moment, “we’ll have an answer as to who they are in a few hours” She turned to leave the room. “That’ll be a start.”
“That is if they’re in the system” it was Kate that spoke, “then again with these clowns, they’re thugs but not that good, they’ll be in someone’s system somewhere”
“And then” Sam carried on the thought that Kate was having, “we try and work out how the hell they turn up here in New Zealand trashing the apartment of a dead man, and what the hell is going on?”
“Good luck with that” Kate replied in a genuinely sympathetic manner, they all knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as it sounded.
Someone's enjoying it though!
“This has to be the best entertainment I’ve seen in a long time” Joey spoke quietly as he lifted his coffee and took a sip, they were only a hundred yards further up the street and watching the whole thing unfold, and both of them were enjoying every second of the mayhem they’d caused in the streets of Auckland.
The coffee shop owner was enjoying it too, but from a different perspective, the shop was packed with onlookers, all wanted to watch their tax dollars in action, curiosity was rife. More importantly for her, they were buying food and drink and that’ll always make a business person happy.
Questions were being asked and answered by those who had no clue as to what was really going on, the latest story, and one that both Joey and Sandy were fuelling was the three men were armed robbers who’d been ‘bested’ by the eighty six year old lady with a walking stick. No one had any sympathy for them, but no one really believed the story.
“Hope they throw away the bloody key!” was the most common comment, along with “They should bring back hanging!” followed by, “Nah, Hanging’s too good for them!”
It’s amazing how people who normally don’t believe in capital punishment suddenly change their view when it’s a violent crime committed in their neighbourhood.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Sandy was a little nervous, but still enjoying the situation.
“If we leave too soon” Joey put the cup down and took a spoonful of the carrot cake they’d ordered, “we might get noticed, better to take our time, just like a tourist would do!”
“I thought they’d run a mile!” Sandy said in mock seriousness.
“Probably” he replied, “but this cake is too good to pass up!” he took another spoonful, it was as if he hadn’t a care in the world, exactly what she loved about him, and what drove her nuts at the same time.
"We better make tracks and head on back" Sandy said as she finished the last of the carrot cake on her plate, they'd paid at the start and with cash so there wasn't any need to hang around.
"Yeah, we should," Joey agreed reaching for the bag that contained what they took from Cavell's place, "getting a look at that stuff's going to be interesting I'd say"
They finished up the coffee and cake they’d ordered and sauntered out of the shop just as the plain clothed police officer was coming out of the building, she didn’t notice them and they didn’t really pay much attention to her, this part was done, the police would be confused, but eventually they’d be looking in the right area.
"I need to do some things to the drive first" Sandy stood and picked up her purse, she took the car keys out, "you drive, I'll write email"
Joey's idea of parking the car a few streets away from the apartment paid off handsomely, the streets for about two blocks were snarled up, but the rest were relatively clear and more importantly there were no police.
"Okay" Joey replied, there wasn't any need for clarifying anything, Vauxhall house was going to be in a 'bit of a flap over this, so they may as well get it over with. "Make sure and ask 'em to find out who the three stooges were"
As soon as they got into the car Sandy went for her bag, taking out a long rectangular box she plugged a cord into one end, then clipped the cigarette lighter adapter onto the end of it.
Plugging the adapter into the cigarette lighter holder she powered up the little machine that was going to make a duplicate drive. The box had a flap at the opposite end to the cord. Sandy flipped it open to reveal two places for flash drives.
The device wasn't actually hers, so she was still figuring things out, it'd been given to her by a friend who was a computer genius, and one she figured was a bit of a 'black cap' or hacker. a while ago, but she'd never had the opportunity to try it out.
She figured the slot on the left was for the original, taking the flash drive out of the bag she checked it was the original and put it in the slot, straight away the machine started analyzing the files, including what encryption had been used for passwords and things.
"Standard commercial encryption software" she said softly to herself, "pretty high end though!"
Joey glanced over, by now they'd gotten out of the city and were at the on ramp for the motorway.
"That doesn't look 'like standard issue, is it legal?"
"It's not, so you're right." She replied leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek, "on both counts"
"Hey, steady in there" Joey tried to concentrate, "I'm driving"
"Just reminding you why we need to get back home" she spoke softly and seductively.
The distance flew by, but then the anticipation grew by the minute, so that made it feel like an eternity.
Robert Sacchi on December 19, 2017:
Nice the way the investigators reconstructed what happened.
Lawrence Hebb (author) from Hamilton, New Zealand on December 18, 2017:
Can't have our readers getting bored can we?
Thank you for the compliment.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on December 18, 2017:
You provide just enough time to catch our breaths and then we are off and running again. Breakneck speed action is your trademark, my friend.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Lawrence Hebb (author) from Hamilton, New Zealand on December 17, 2017:
The momentum moves up a couple of notches here. There's a few things go on that add an extra dimension to the story.
Thank you for the compliment.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 17, 2017:
Great stuff here guy. It is like this story started hitting a rhythm thanks for the exicetement.