JUSTICE

Chapter 4

So we were back at the cafeteria. It was eight in the morning, with Timmy being the last to arrive, looking like he had been knocked up real bad, messed up hair, red eyes, dishevelled shirt, just one look at him and you would've been sure he had had not a wink of sleep the previous night.

'So Timmy,' Davey began the conversation, 'did you find anything of substance post the night long vigil.'

'Well certainly sir, Mr. Greaves arrived quite late at home, close to three in the morning, and by four he was again out, and by the time I returned i.e. at 7:45, he was still not back home.'

'So he was all alone?'

'Without a doubt sir.'

'Armed or not?'

'Well I can't be certain of that, though I feel, he may have been armed.'

'Anything else of interest?'

'Well there's one thing that struck me, the number of keys that he had in the keyring for his car, had considerably increased when he set off at four.'

'Keys, huh? It seems like Mr. Greaves has planned to hole himself up somewhere.'

'Well,' I spoke placing down my cup which I had just finished, 'from the look of events it seems like we have gotta move things real fast.'

'Speaking of that Samuel, how did your conversation with your French friend go?'

'Oh it went real nice; the related documents have been faxed. I will show them to you back at the station, I've got them over here, but I don't really feel like opening it here, at such a crowded place.'

'Well fine.'

'So what did you two find in the port yesterday night?'

'Well when we went quite a huge crowd had gathered mostly comprising of dockworkers, sleeping in the port itself. The cause, a real loud explosion that had rattled them out of their sleep.

There was no body to be discovered, but we found a few blood marks, the ones that get created when you drag a body that's bleeding. It continued on till the place where the anchors were dropped and then disappeared abruptly. There were a few bullet casings too on the ground and the skidding marks of a cars' tyres, which I am sure would match with the car that Jack brought in yesterday. And in the horizon there was a burning boat, the body of James Hill would've most probably burnt with the boat, the sailor undoubtedly having swam away to safety. And in all probability, Jack's body was also intended to have the same fate, but he managed to escape....'

'And that would have been the reason for Greaves' weird behaviour early this morning,' Hodgeson continued, 'the fear of being caught and all the coolness vanished, and starts behaving.'

'That means despite the exterior he maintains, Peter Greaves is a little too jumpy from the inside.'

'So,' Hodgeson turned to face Davey, 'What's the plan of action?'

The clock struck noon as me and Hodgeson pulled out of the police station. They had pored over the documents related to Bill Daniels and seemed quite satisfied about it. Timmy had gone home for a brief nap. Peter Greaves was now the accused in our dictionary and nothing short of a miracle was now going to save him from his impending arrest. Though he had gone into hiding as of now, it wouldn't take much of an effort to dig him out. After all there was no new property that he had built; all of it being inherited from his father. And the most probable scenario would be his hiding in one of these official properties, so that when arrested he could claim he was just staying there to cater to some random mood swing. And Dominic's records were the most extensive with each of his buildings listed. Davey was going to pour over them, trying to find the most probable areas where Peter would be hiding, and also get a warrant in his name. Meanwhile, me and Hodgeson, we were now on our way to enquire in the hotel downtown that Jack had spoken of the previous night. The address was somewhere in the Broadstreets, the most densely populated region in the whole of Fordshed, small alleyways with unpredictable twists and turns, the birthplace of some of the most notorious gangsters of the city. A place united in its hate for jurisdiction.