The Spear of Destiny by Julian Noyce Read Free Book Online

mine,” Dennis cut in.
      “….Which is a very serious crime,“ Jones continued, “However for the moment let us just say that you’re helping us with our enquiries.”
      DS Harding broke the seal on a new audio cassette and placed it into the recorder.
      “If you’re going to start recording everything I say then I demand a solicitor. You told me I was helping with enquiries, nothing more. Now if you’ve dusted that gun you will find that mine aren’t the only prints on it. In fact, come to think of it, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t even have a suspect.”
      “Ah Yes,” Jones said pulling the folder to himself. He opened it and turned a few pages, “The man you beat up in the toilets….”
      “Beat up! He was a bloody terrorist!” 
      “Terrorist?”
      “Armed robber then! Don’t tell me he has rights.”
      “He has the right to prosecute you for grevious bodily harm.”
      “Now you’re taking the piss.”
      “He is in a hospital bed with a broken nose.”
      “And you’re telling me I can be done for it.”
    Jones didn’t answer. Harding was looking at the coffee.
      “What’s wrong with this bloody country. I over powered a gunman who had a semi-automatic machine gun, part of a larger group who held a party of people at gun point, including a foreign diplomat and the Mayor of London, who shot a security guard and left a policeman, one of your own, in a critical condition and I’m the bad guy. Well do you know what? I’ve had enough of this shit….”
      Dennis suddenly slammed his chair back and went for the door shouting.
      “Get me a solicitor and my free phone call.”
    The uniformed officer moved across the door, blocking it. Jones hadn’t moved. He kept his eyes on the empty chair in front of him.
      “Mr Dennis please return to your seat and sit down.”
      “Are you going to move?” Dennis said to the officer blocking his way. The man just stared ahead. Dennis thought about assaulting him.
      ’Surely that will get me taken back to my cell’
      “Mr Dennis. Sit down please.”
    Suddenly the fight left Dennis. Slowly he returned to his chair opposite the two detectives. 
      “What’s his name anyway?” Dennis asked.
      “Who?”
      “The piece of shit I knocked unconscious.”
      “So far he hasn’t spoke. He refuses to answer any of our questions.”
      “Is he here in the station?”  
      “No he is in the hospital receiving treatment for his injuries under police guard.”
      “Giving him the five star treatment I hope. That’s the trouble with this country these days. The bloody criminals get more rights than the poor bloody victims. You should let me have five minutes with him. I’ll get his name out of him.”
      There was a knock at the door and both Jones and Harding turned to look at the small re-inforced square window. The door opened as Jones got to it and he talked quietly with the person outside who handed him another folder and a large plastic bag with something heavy in it.
      Dennis was staring at Harding who found it difficult to hold his gaze. She had found his behaviour unruly and disruptive, almost childish but at times she had found it difficult not to laugh at his attitude. There was something sexy about him she decided.
      “Mr Dennis we really would appreciate you helping us with our enquiries.”
      “I will if your boss has stopped being a dick.”
    Harding did allow herself an embarrassed smile.
      “He has his way of doing things. I have mine.”
      “The good cop, bad cop routine eh! Like I said. I’ve seen the movies.”
    Harding continued the smile as Jones re-took his seat. He placed the new folder on top of the other one and put the bag on the table.
      “Mr Dennis has decided he would like to help us with our enquiries.”
      “That’s provided of course, there’s no more talk of me being prosecuted for making a citizens arrest.”
      Jones nodded at him.
      “I’ll see