Friday, 24 February 2017

Episode 19 - The assignation


Friday

Gary phoned Cleo early and, told her for the nth time that he loved her and was looking forward to seeing her at the bistro when Dorothy met her old flame. Gary had taken the precaution of organizing a plain car staffed with a plain-clothes armed squad team to park nearby and was himself armed for the occasion.  Jack Cooper was a wanted gangster and Dorothy was in potential danger, even if she thought that was an exaggeration.
Greg Winter, retiring head of squad cars and ongoing homicide team detective, would also be at the bistro. Greg understood that this was an extra mission in aid of the Hartley Agency and could be dangerous,  After all, Dorothy’s old boyfriend was not exactly an unknown quantity. Being registered as dad then turning up several thousand miles away and been carefully planned. Gary was looking forward to finding out exactly why.
Sergeant Barbara Fielding was going to accompany Gary, also in mufti and acting as the girlfriend. He wanted her to get experience of such situations.
There was news about Jack Cooper. It had only came via email that morning. Enquiries in Canada had revealed that Cooper had never married and had no children registered in his name, though there seemed to be a mystery surrounding a guy he called a nephew who was actually his son and if so, why he was asserting something else. Research into the activities of the so-called nephew was ongoing. It was possible that he was not related at all. Was he perhaps a body-guard? He had not appeared when Dorothy met Cooper the first time.
Cleo groaned on hearing that. She thought they had enough complications elsewhere with all the Marble and Riddle family connotations without adding a full-scale investigation into the Coopers.
The Canadian authorities were grateful for photos taken clandestinely by Greg on the night they had followed the Rolls Royce into Oxford. Greg made a hobby of photographing all his ‘gangsters’ and passing the photos on to the appropriate police department. The photos had shown a second man getting out of the car. On request, the Canadian police studied their records and reported that the man was named Cedric Copeland and was wanted for peddling timber among other misdeeds. He went by the name of Sid and was well-known to the police there, but the only time he had been arrested he had been freed again because he had an alibi the police could not crack.
Gary was very pleased with himself.  Helped by Greg’s photographic prowess he had revealed the whereabouts of two wanted felons to the Canadian police, who promised to support him in any way they could. He had not mentioned the important work Cleo had put in, though he did have the grace to have a guilty conscience about leaving the agency out. Gary was still not reconciled to the professional efficiency of the woman he wanted in his bed but not on his crime cases.
“That was simply marvellous work, Gary!” said Cleo, who was generous to a fault while knowing that Gary would want all the praise for himself. “That guy, if it was him, said he was Jack Cooper Junior on the phone to Dorothy. I don’t know if she spoke to him this time.”
“So either Sid is Cooper’s son or  just the gangster Canadian police think he is. I’m surprised Sid, who must have answered the phone when Dorothy first rang, did not say Cooper was his Uncle,” said Gary.
“Maybe it was a slip of the tongue. He could have been startled that they had been traced,” said Cleo “Let’s hope he does not have a hold on Jack Cooper. We don’t know enough about the hierarchy of those gangsters. You’ll have to pound those Canadian guys. They might be keeping some of the good stuff to themselves. It’s happened to me several times.”
That last comment was meant to reach its target and it did.  
“I’ve stopped doing that,” said Gary somewhat untruthfully, since he hadn’t got over his frustration at the solutions and suggestions with which the Hartley Agency had already topped investigations he liked to think were his prerogative, “but it all stinks to high heaven, doesn’t it?”  
“It’s a can of worms, Gary!”
“We’ll wait till after Dorothy’s date this evening, and then we’ll move in on them.”
***
“There are plenty of questions to be answered,” said Cleo. “I want to know why Cooper and Copeland got together if it isn’t a family thing. Is Copeland a hireling sent to find Cooper and put him out of action, or had they both belonged to the same timber purloining syndicate? “
“I agree” said Gary. “But tell Delilah only what you have to. The atmosphere at the bistro should not put Cooper on his guard.”
Cleo was nervous about what could happen at the bistro that evening and conveyed that nervousness to Robert.
“Just leave them to it, Cleo,” Robert advised. “Dorothy is innocent of any ulterior motive in meeting her old friend. They’ll have a meal and chat. What can happen? Nothing! Be rational and calm down.”
“I have this awful feeling of foreboding,” said Cleo.
***
At six p.m. Cleo went to the bistro to put Delilah and Mitch in the picture.
“Why are you worried, Cleo?” Delilah wanted to know. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so nervous.”
“Dorothy should be here at seven. She wasn’t going to meet the guy again, but decided she had been unfriendly and wants to put things straight.”
“She should have left it at that,” said Mitch. “I’ve heard about Dorothy’s hunches. She should not ignore them. In fact, no one should ignore a hunch.”
“You’re right, Mitch, but this time she is not the one to have the hunches, but me. I would not be so nervous if I knew less about Mr Cooper.”
“Go on, Cleo. Tell us!”
“The only thing I can say right now is that he is registered as deceased in Canada. Why would he have himself declared dead if he isn’t on the run?”
“I hope he doesn’t turn nasty,” said Mitch.
“The guy sitting over there drinking coffee is a patrol cop about  become a detective. His name is Greg Winter and he’s here to keep an eye on things.”
“And who is the lady?”
“She’s a new policewoman at HQ. Gary seems to have talent-spotted her.”
Delilah’s eyebrows shot up. She drew Cleo aside.
“Aren’t you… I thought… Don’t you see him anymore?”
So Delilah knew about her and Gary.
“She’s not one of his bedfellows, you guys. He’s taken,” said Cleo.
“Don’t worry, Cleo. I won’t say anything. Gary is far more attractive than that butcher of yours, though Robert is a nice chap.”
Cleo really wanted Delilah to know what a dilemma she was going through.
“I love them both, Delilah. Has that ever happened to you?”
“It happens to all of us,” Delilah said. “The question is who you want to be with, and I think we both know the answer to that.”
“I need time.”
“Is that what you tell that cop?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t stretch time, Cleo. It isn’t elasticated. He might look elsewhere.”
“He won’t, Delilah. I’m sure of him.”
“Is he sure of you? It’s his baby you’re carrying, isn’t it?”
“I hope it is. But let’s just talk about Dorothy’s meeting. The guy must be on the run.”
“This is really serious stuff,” said Mitch.
“Just don’t contact Greg and Barbara at all except to serve them. We want everything to stay calm so that Dorothy isn’t alarmed, has her meeting and then takes her leave. Greg is sitting where she won’t spot him and she has never met Barbara.”
“OK. Thanks for putting us in the picture,” said Mitch, giving Greg a thumbs up.
***
Gary arrived at about ten to seven and went into the kitchen to wait until Dorothy had sat down. He did not want her to spot him. He would slip in through a side door to sit where she could not see him. Cleo joined him.
“I have a guestroom free,” said Delilah. “You could use it later,” she told Gary. A slight nod from Cleo said it all. Gary could not resist giving Delilah a short hug and Cleo a much more intimate one.
“Get your act together, kids,” said Delilah. “I can see you are fading away!”
Dorothy arrived just after seven and had only just sat down when Jack Cooper arrived. He seemed pleased to see Dorothy. They embraced briefly. Delilah took them the menu and quite soon Jack Cooper ordered for both of them.
Gary and Cleo entered and sat at a corner table well out of Dorothy’s vision.
“This time you’re my guest, Dorothy,” Cooper said.
“That’s not necessary, Jack. I’ve been paying my way all my life.”
“Well, make an exception. I have to tell you something important.”
“Spit it out, Jack!” said Dorothy, much to Jack’s surprise. “Sorry, gangster jargon. I meant ‘do tell me’,” she corrected.
The use of the word gangster was unfortunate, but Dorothy was, of course, unaware of Jack’s reputation.
“It’s like this, Dorothy,” he began. “I think I’m going to have to move on sooner than I expected.”
***
Dorothy was not sure whether to be sorry or relieved. There was no denying that Jack was uneasy. He had deliberately chosen to sit where he could see the entrance to the bistro. He seemed to be keeping an eye on who came in and went out. Dorothy was sitting on the other side of the table corner, so when Jack looked at the door, she looked too.
“Are you waiting for someone, Jack?”
“No, Dorothy.”
“You seem agitated.”
“Do I?”
Delilah served Dorothy and Jack with pasta for starters. She took the same dish to Greg and Barbara. Delilah gave Greg to understand that she knew who they were and what they were there for.
***
No one was prepared for what happened next. A man walked into the bistro, saw Jack, and went to his table. Greg looked up from his newspaper and watched the man, but did not move.
“I’ve been looking for you, Jack,” the man said in low tones. “I have a message from home.”
“Who is this man, Jack? Is he your son?”
The man drew up a chair between Jack and Dorothy and sat down.
“No Miss. Not his son. I’m his…..keeper.”
“Wait a minute! We’re not in a zoo here and you can’t push me around, whoever you are,” said Dorothy.
Greg could not hear exactly what was being said at Jack’s table. It did not look particularly friendly, but he was reluctant to interfere too soon.
“Lady, you heard. I have a message for Jack.”
“And you listen to me,” said Dorothy. “We are having a quiet dinner and you are not invited. Do something, Jack!”
The man got up and took Jack by the elbow. Dorothy looked on in astonishment as he steered Jack out of the bistro. A few seconds later there was a shot. Greg, who had followed the two men to the door after instructing Barbara to look after Dorothy, was not quick enough. The man had disappeared. Jack lay on the cobbles with a bullet in his chest. He had died instantly. The whole incident had not taken more than half a minute.
Dorothy ran to the door, saw what had happened to Jack and screamed. So did everyone else. Gary and Cleo hurried belatedly to the door. To their shame in the circumstances, they had been busy with themselves.
Greg crouched at Jack Cooper’s side.
“He’s dead,” he pronounced. “Shot at close quarters. It all went so fast, we could not have prevented it.”
“Did anyone see who did it?” Greg shouted to the half dozen onlookers gathering around the corpse.
No one had seen anything or was not going to admit it. They would be asked to give their names and other personal details and would be contacted as witnesses if necessary.
“We’re all regulars here, sand one man. We have to come outside to smoke.”
“We know you could not have known that was going to happen,” Gary told them. “The man who killed Jack Cooper was probably a hired killer.”
Gary was angry with himself that he had not really anticipated this eventuality.
“I didn’t even have time to get my new pistol out,” said Dorothy, getting it out now.
Put it away, Dorothy. You’re frightening me,” said Delilah.
Greg and Barbara were shocked. In truth, they had not reacted fast enough either because they were also busy with themselves; they were going through the process of love at first sight and had forgotten why they were at the bistro.
“None of us saw what was going to happen, Greg,” said Cleo, who had seen what was going on between the two patrol cops. “It all went so fast.”
“Speed is all-important in such assassinations,” said Gary. “If that gangster had known he was being watched, he would have gone away without completing his task and waited for a better opportunity.”
Mitch had rung for an ambulance. The squad car was near enough for the police, who were leaning on their vehicle having a quick smoke, to see a man hurrying away from the bistro. They were in luck. The man must have thought he had got away, but the patrol officers cornered him, thought he looked suspicious and took him back to the bistro handcuffed.
“That’s him,” said Dorothy. “I should have screamed when he pushed me to one side, but I was taken by surprise. Who is he?”
The man was silent. One of the patrol officers searched the man’s pockets and produced a wallet containing a Canadian passport.
“Cedric Copeland,” he read.
“Ah, so it’s Sid, is it?” said Cleo, and the man looked scared.
“Wanted by the police in Canada, aren’t you, Mr Copeland?” she said.
Copeland did not answer.
“Doing a bit of paid killing again, are you?” Cleo continued. To Dorothy she said “I think we’ll find that Mr Copeland traced Mr Cooper here and was hired to put him out of action.”
“You mean assassinate him?” said Dorothy. “But why?”
“I’ll tell you later, Dorothy.”
***
Robert had arranged to meet Cleo at the bistro later that evening, since he wanted to organize his accounts and orders first. He was looking forward to a dish of pasta, so his surprise was unbounded when Cleo walked in from the bistro shortly after eight thirty, accompanied by Dorothy, who was now angry that Cleo had not put her in the picture, and shivering from the shock.
“You’re early,” said Robert. “Did you bring the food home?”
Cleo wrapped Dorothy in a blanket and sat her down. She was contrite.
“I’m so sorry, Dorothy,” she said. “I should have warned you, but I thought that would make it more difficult for you to behave naturally.”
“But I wouldn’t have made a date at all if I had known he was on the run.”
“That’s what Gary said,” said Cleo, anxious to play the matter down.
“You know, Cleo. I was sceptical about meeting him again, but had a guilty conscience. That’s when you should have spilt the beans.”
“I know, Dorothy, and I’m sorry. Can we talk in the morning? I’m as shocked as you about what’s happened.”
“Oh dear! Your baby,” said Dorothy, who seemed to have recovered her equilibrium. “Go to bed and rest. You are not to blame for anything that happened.”
“Can someone tell me what happened?” said Robert, and was appalled at what he heard.
“That’s what comes in meddling in stuff that’s a size too big,” he said. To Dorothy he said. “Cleo is going to rest and not take on dangerous missions from now on, and I’m going to walk you home, Dorothy.”
“I’ll phone Gary from home and tell him I’m ready to identify that guy who shot Jack,” said Dorothy.
"Thanks a bunch. I'm sorry I put you on the line."
"I'm not. On reflection, it was a good idea to find out that Jack Cooper had at least one enemy prepared to kill him before someone took a pot shot at me as well."
While Robert walked Dorothy home, Cleo rang Gary to tell him that she was going to bed to recover. They could talk the following day.
“And I mean talk,” she added.
“You’re frightening me.”
“Peggy’s on the way down, Gary. The birth is fairly imminent.”
“Take care, Cleo. Forget that drama we’ve just witnessed.”
“Dorothy’s all cut up, Gary. We put her in a terrible position.”
“But we got the two guys. The Canadian police will be very impressed.”
“Maybe you’ll mention that Dorothy acted as a decoy.”
“Unintentionally.”
“I nearly lost my best sleuth, Gary.”
“And Dorothy lost her boyfriend to a paid killer.”
“Get it right when you see her,” said Cleo. “She needs comforting.”
“She’s a tough lady, Cleo. She’ll be watching a gangster film on TV now and remembering her own confrontation with gangsters.”
“I can’t understand why I go on loving you,” said Cleo. “You are rather a bastard.”
“Don’t try to understand, my love. Just carry on with ‘the lovin’, as Gloria calls it!”
“It will have to be at a distance,” said Cleo. “I can’t have you in my life when I’ve just had a baby that could be my husband’s.”
“But isn’t.”


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