JUSTICE

Chapter 2

Now, we wouldn't really just go on and pay a visit on Peter without having checked out on him. So, me and Hodgeson we pored over every little information the police dossier had on Peter Greaves. Well it was common knowledge that he was of assistance to his father, and used to manage some specific sections of his business, before his mysterious disappearance to France. About which there was very less intel, except that he had spent most of his time in and around Marseilles, one of the many unconfirmed sources that pop up from time to time.

Next we moved on to the files of his illustrious father, Dominic Greaves, probably the one with the fattest dossier dedicated to him. Therein we found a reference to some distant cousin, hailing from Marseilles. So, it seemed Peter had been with him during his stay in France.

'240/B, Grey Avenue', I asked to confirm the address just provided to me by Hodgeson.

'Yup, that's the place.'

Our siren was turned off, as we drove on the streets of Fordshed. We were in no mood of spoiling the surprise visit we had in mind for Mr. Greaves.

'Well tell me ain't it the same place where Dominic lived?'

'Yeah sure, it's the same, I see no reason why Peter would move on to some other place, leaving the grand house his father had built, and when there's no one else left to lay claim on it.'

'The entire family was wiped out, right? Peter being the only one left; the cause he was in good ole France.'

'From what we know, it seems he had the best shot at succeeding, no wonder the old man didn't want him dead. Besides I feel the Greaves family deserved their fate. Well technically, Dominic was the one who was responsible for the wars breaking out, and it seems fitting that his death would have ended it.'

Around '74 the criminal world of Fordshed was on the verge of exploding. The constant friction between the various families had reached an all time high and all it needed was a spark. The spark that was provided by Dominic Greaves when he tried to expand his business into gambling. It was fitting that Dominic's murder would have finally put an end to it.

We parked a block, back arriving on foot. Seemed like Dominic had spent quite a fortune on the construction. Painted white it resembled a renaissance era European building.

'Whoa! Quite some way to utilise life's earnings,' remarked Hodgeson.

Before I could've replied my eyes set on the man who was sitting on the porch, leaning onto a rocking chair.

He wore a pair of loose trousers and a baggy shirt, with a pair of sunglasses on his eyes. In his right hand, he held a cigar, which he pulled away gaily.

As if on cue his head turned towards us, and his face broke up into a wide smile. Something so artificial that there was no doubt about it.

'Officers! I had been expecting you.'

Peter Greaves had just been spotted.

'Oh now, did you, Mr.Greaves?'

Hodgeson, the one more adept at situations like this, took command.

'Believe me,' he rose from his chair with his hand placed over his heart signifying the sincerity of his gesture, 'I did indeed.'

He pointed at the two chairs laid out in front of him.

'Please make yourselves comfortable.'

'Oh certainly Mr. Greaves,' Hodgeson responded in a tone slightly mimicking Peter.

There was brief flash of cold fury on his face and then it was gone, composed once again into the fake warmth.

'Robert, can you please bring two glasses of the beverage I brought in the previous night, for the gentlemen over here.'