Dan Sharp Mysteries 4-Book Bundle (101 page)

Hank was asleep on the far side of the bed. Dan dressed hurriedly and let himself out of the condo, embarrassed as hell by his conduct the previous night.

So much for self-control.

The house was dark when Dan arrived home. Ralph gave him a questioning glance, but let him pass. No use rubbing it in, his look seemed to say, though it stopped short of outright commiseration. Dan went directly to bed and slept until afternoon.

When he got up, his urine was nearly black. Something clicked as he stood over the toilet, propping himself with one hand against the wall. He wasn't drunk. His first thought was food-poisoning. Then the other shoe dropped.

He stumbled to the kitchen. There were three messages from Hank asking how he was and did he need any help. Each one sounded a little more panicked. Dan picked up his cell. Hank answered on the first ring.

“How are you, buddy?” Hank asked on hearing Dan's voice. “I was very worried about —”

“I'm all right now,” Dan said, cutting him off. “I wasn't last night. Care to tell me what happened in the hours between leaving your place and returning home again?”

There was a pause. The line hummed between them. Dan waited.

“I didn't know you'd be so susceptible,” Hank said with a nervous laugh.

“To what?”

“MDMA.”

“You gave me MDMA?”

“Just one,” Hank said. “I slipped it into your beer at Zipperz. I'm sorry.”

Dan was momentarily stunned. He'd heard of the dangers of mixing alcohol and Ecstasy. It was little short of date rape.

“What the fuck? What were you thinking?”

“I'm sorry, Dan. I just thought it would be fun, a little something to help you relax.”

“That is the stupidest fucking thing anyone has ever done to me.”

“I'm sorry. I won't do it again.”

“No, you won't, you fucking idiot,” Dan raged. “Because you won't see me again.”

“Wait, I'm sorry —”

Dan slammed down the phone, then stumbled back to the bathroom for a painkiller.

Run Wild, Run Free

His resurrection was a little slow in arriving. Dan looked like hell in the mirror, but his body was beginning to feel normal again. Whatever normal was. He ate a bowl of yoghurt, drank some coffee, and felt considerably relieved. He was just thinking over what his day might hold, in a productive sense, when the phone rang.

The voice on the other end sounded panicked, something about an unexpected phone call. It took Dan a moment to recognize it as Lionel's. He pictured the accountant's attractive features and tried to match them with this frenzied-sounding person.

“Slow down, slow down,” Dan told him. “Who called you?”

“I … I think it might have been that cop we talked about. The one who showed up at Yuri's place a couple of times.”

Lionel's breath was coming in short, excited bursts.

“Trposki?”

“Yes. I think so. Maybe. I only vaguely remember how he sounded.”

“Did the caller identify himself as a cop?”

There was a short pause. “No. He didn't. I just jumped to the conclusion because of what he said about how I should butt out of the investigation. I assumed he was a cop.”

“It's a logical assumption,” Dan assured him. “Tell me what he said.”

“He said I should forget anything I knew about the payments for bar protection.”

“Did he threaten you in any way?”

“No, not exactly, but that deep voice breathing into the phone telling me to forget this and forget that was threatening enough. He didn't have to spell it out.” Lionel paused. “He said someone had been snooping around in the investigation and I had better not get involved.”

Dan felt the sting of realization. It sounded as though someone knew he'd been talking to Inspector Johnston. He recalled the look in Lydia's eyes when he mentioned Trposki's name.

“I'm sorry this happened,” Dan said. “I'll look into it.”

They spoke for several more minutes until Dan suggested it might be better not to continue on the phone.

“It's possible your phone is bugged. We need to keep you out of this to make sure you stay safe.”

“Yes, but this means we're on to something. It won't go away by having me hide my head in the sand.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, Dan almost laughed at Lionel's gung-ho attitude. He recalled his comment that Dan's work sounded exciting. To a mild-mannered accountant, it probably would. “Well, there's brave and there's reckless. We don't want anything happening to you.”

“I appreciate that, Dan, but please don't give up now. I want to know that whoever killed Yuri is caught.”

“Look, I'd like to come and talk to you in person. Is there a discreet place for us to do that?” An idea clicked. “How about a run? We'd be free to talk then.”

Lionel sounded relieved. “Perfect.”

They settled on a time and starting point then Dan rang off.

His next call was to Inspector Johnston. While it was possible the threat to Lionel had nothing to do with their recent discussions, Dan couldn't get Trposki out of his mind. How likely was it that the investigation into police corruption had been compromised from within? Dan had no doubts about the chief of police. It wouldn't be possible for him to sabotage his own investigation. It wasn't even imaginable, from Dan's knowledge of the man. He was as tried and true as they came. But Lydia Johnston was a dark horse in his estimation, even if the chief had personally selected her to head up the inquiry.

She answered on the first ring.

“It's Dan Sharp, Lydia. Have you got a moment?”

“Yes, Dan. What is it?”

“I just heard from my client. He received an anonymous call warning him not to talk about the Malevski murder, especially as it related to bar payments.”

She drew a sharp breath. “What did the caller say?”

“Just that my client was to keep out of it. The implications were clear.”

“And what did you tell your client?”

“I told him I would talk to you.”

“Does he have any idea who called him?”

“He mentioned the name Trposki again.”

The pause was barely perceptible.

“In what context?”

“Just that he thought it could have been him.”

“Why?”

“Just a hunch, though I understand my client saw him more than once at Yuri Malevski's home. When I asked you earlier about Trposki, you didn't say anything about him.”

Again he felt the tightening, the withholding. She definitely knew something she wasn't going to share, at least not with him.

“We are aware of Trposki. I can't tell you anything else at the moment.”

The chief had told him she would be open with him. This did not sound open, but he let it pass for the time being. There were other issues at hand.

“Was my client mentioned by name at any point by you?”

She hesitated. “Of course I had to name your client when I discussed him with the chief.”

“Anyone else?”

“Not … really.”

It was the gap between those two words that struck him forcibly.

“So, yes, then.”

“Dan — I can't tell you these things.”

He exploded. “Damn it! I gave you a man's name and now he's being threatened. Tell me what's going on.”

“All I can tell you is that everything has been discussed in the strictest confidence. Yes, I spoke about him to the chief, but I certainly put nothing down in an email or anything to that effect. I doubt this call has anything to do with us or anything coming from headquarters.”

Dan's head was spinning. His previous doubts about Inspector Johnston had increased exponentially. “Who else would know about it?”

“Someone might have guessed! He was Malevski's accountant. It only makes sense we're going to query him at some point about the money and ask him for details.”

He heard the exasperation in her voice.

“Look — I want you to continue to co-operate with us, but all I can tell you is that everything I do is moni-tored with the utmost caution. This is a very high priority for the chief and neither he nor I take any of this lightly. Not for a second. So whatever was said to your client, I guarantee there were no slip-ups coming from us. I can't say it any clearer than that.”

The line went silent for a moment.

“Are you there?” she asked sharply.

“Yes.”

“Look — I'm sorry, but you have to trust me. It didn't come from us.” She waited for this to sink in. “Do you want us to put some protection on your client?”

“I don't know,” Dan said. “I'll have to ask him. He's still willing to co-operate with the investigation. He wants Malevski's killer caught. That's his bottom line. My bottom line is that nobody gets hurt on my turf.”

“Understood, Dan. I want you to know we are in complete agreement on that. So, will you let me know when you hear whether or not he wants protection?”

“I will,” Dan said. “I'm meeting him this afternoon.”

“Then I will wait to hear back on that.”

Despite her assurances, Dan hung up feeling angry and dazed.

The rise above the track at Riverdale Park was one of Dan's favourite views. It kept the high towers of the city's economic engine at a distance, making them look decorative and less self-important. Far below, tiny stick figures jogged, threw balls, walked dogs. Somewhere down in those trees lining the river, Dan knew, a small community of the homeless lived in tents from summer through winter. There were still outcasts in the land of plenty.

Dan felt the wind on his cheeks, watched clouds scudding along the horizon. Instinctively, he longed to be in motion, knowing how his blood would quicken with each stride of his legs. He turned to his left, where Lionel was straightening from a round of stretching, his face flushed with anticipation.

“I thought this was a good idea,” Dan said. “I mean, since you're a long-distance runner.”

Lionel gave him a shy grin. “Somewhat of an exaggeration, I'm afraid, unless you put it in the past tense. I'm just getting back into it after a couple of years. I had to stop because of an extended bout of tendonitis.”

“How far do you like to go?”

“I was up to twenty kilometres at one point. Lately, I find ten to twelve is comfortable, though it's not difficult to stretch it out a bit more.”

“It's about fourteen klicks from here to Edwards Gardens. The elevation gain is around sixty meters overall. We can stop at any point you choose. Don't be afraid to tell me if you're in pain.”

“Right-o, chief!”

They set off at an easy pace, across the track and over the bridge spanning the Don, passing dog walkers and couples pushing strollers. Rain had swollen the river, leaving the water unusually high and threatening the banks with erosion.

“Sorry for getting flustered on the phone earlier,” Lionel told him. “I can't tell you how shocked I was. It really caught me by surprise.”

“I don't blame you,” Dan said. “I made a phone call to the police after we spoke. My contact, who happens to be investigating police corruption, swears your name wasn't mentioned to anyone except the chief of police himself.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It is if it's true.”

“Are you saying you don't believe it?”

Dan considered. “I don't have an answer for that. At present I have no reason to contradict it, but I still question it. It doesn't make me happy to know you were threatened.”

“Nor me.”

They were running effortlessly now. A GO train scuttled by on a rise above them.

“Anyway, we're safe talking here,” Dan said, as the greenery buzzed past.

“I trust you, Dan.”

“Thanks.”

“I've been looking through some of the bar records over the past few days and I may have come up with something. It's a file with a record of payments and a series of numbers. No names, just initials. The letter
T
was prominent.”

Dan glanced over. “You think it's Trposki? Could these be the police payments?”

“I don't really know. It's a bit confusing, because I can't tell what the numbers refer to. They may be codes or possibly dates. I think the payments correspond to the weekend income counts and some of the amounts I handed over to the guys who paid the police for protection, but there's something else I can't figure out.”

Dan gave him a quick look as they bounded over a tree branch lying in their path.

“Anything I should know about?”

“Just some irregularity. I'll let you know if I figure it out.”

“Okay, you're the accountant. I'm curious — what does Trposki look like?”

“Last time I saw him? Short hair buzzed close to the skull. Dark eyes with very thick lashes. Almost as though he wears mascara, though I doubt he does. Thick shadows on the face and jaw, too. If you like hairy men, he'd definitely fit the bill. A wiry build, but very muscular from what I recall.”

Dan was thinking it sounded like the cop Hank had described.

“Was the file on a computer?”

“No. It's handwritten. I found it in Yuri's office. It's his writing, for sure. It screamed out at me. It's sloppy and imprecise. Definitely not my style of accounting. I'm a dot the
i
's and cross the
t
's kind of guy. Perfectionist tendencies. If it's not right, I toss it out and start again. Unhealthy obsessions.”

“I hope you were being careful wherever you were looking. Is it possible your search prompted the warning call?”

Lionel's eyes darted.

“Wow! I never thought of that. You're right. It could have, though I can't think just how at the moment. Maybe someone noticed the file had been moved. I don't know how many people would have known what it was, but it's possible someone did.”

“Do me a favour,” Dan said. “Don't do any more investigating on your own. If there's a file you want to look into, bring it to me.”

“All right.” Lionel paused. “I was a little surprised to find these records. It means Yuri was keeping a separate set for his own purposes. He must not have wanted me to see them, though of course I'm probably the only one who might guess what they are.”

“I'd like to see them for myself.”

“All right. I can do that.”

Dan looked over. “If there's anything unusual, I'll probably have to take them to the officer in charge. You know that, don't you?

Lionel nodded. “I know.”

“Which means I'm going to have to tell her it came from you.”

“Her?”

Lionel looked surprised by this news.

“Inspector Lydia Johnston. She's the chief liaison in this investigation.”

Their legs were pumping harder now, flying beneath the Bloor Viaduct and the subway trestle where it spanned the river.

Lionel grinned. “I don't know why it struck me as odd that it should be a woman.”

“Best choice for breaking the old boys' network, if that's what it is. By the way, she told me to ask if you wanted protection.”

“That occurred to me, but I can't decide.”

“I would strongly advise you to accept, if only for your peace of mind.”

They passed a couple of slower runners and pounded along in silence for a while.

“I'm really enjoying this. We should try trail-running some time,” Lionel said. “Maybe somewhere on the Niagara escarpment.”

“I'd be up for it,” Dan said. “If Charles won't accuse you of abandoning him.”

Lionel came to an abrupt stop. Dan shot past him then jogged back.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Lionel was bent over, hands on his knees, breathing hard. He looked up, a dark expression haunting his face.

“It's just that Charles keeps getting angry with me. He says I should stay out of it and let things settle themselves. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of him these days.”