Complicity Part 5 (4/6) By Nick Quantrill

(1/6), (2/6), (3/6), (4/6), (5/6), (6/6). Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

'To be fair, I don't really give a shit. I know all about what you and Gale cooked up the other night in the city centre, as well as your part in the blackmailing of Brendan Lock. I haven't decided what to do about it yet, or what exactly to charge you with, but this is for starters. I want to hear that you've resigned from the newspaper within the next 24 hours. If not, I'll be having what I expect will be an interesting chat with the editor. Do you understand me?' 'I don't need to. You'll never prove it' he replied, finishing his drink. 'Watch me. Gale and Lock may be scared of Mallory, but you're nothing to them.'

'They're not scared of you, and I doubt Mallory will rescue you from this. After all, if you make Mallory an enemy, you might as well drive straight out to the Humber Bridge and jump. The odds on surviving are probably better. You'll be left with nothing. Just a load of unsubstantiated rumour. Don't let me stop you going home to work on your resignation letter.'

Coleman moved back to the other end of the bar as one of the club's security staff appeared next to him. 'Mr Mallory would appreciate a word.' Coleman drained his pint. 'Too right he would.' 'How pleasant to meet you at last, Sergeant. '

'I'm David Mallory. Don't be shy, grab yourself a chair' he said indicating to Coleman that he should sit. Although they had never met, Mallory didn't need to introduce himself. Coleman had seen plenty of photographs and read many of the police files dedicated to him. In many ways, the police of Hull knew him better than they knew their own families. What was surprising, thought Coleman, was just how small Mallory actually was. He must only stand about 5' 7" and weighed less than ten stone. Despite his size, he was known to be somebody that you didn't want to cross. Coleman looked at the two bouncers who where flanking him and thought, why have a dog and bark yourself? They looked more than capable of inflicting violence if the mood dictated.

'Did you enjoy the show out there? That was one of my best girls, Roxanne. She's fairly new. I found her looking for a job. She's from Albania, or somewhere like that. I don't really give fuck where she's from, as long as she does the business, know what I mean?' Coleman felt himself tense. Mallory continued to grin at him. 'I assume she has all the relevant documents to work in this country?' Mallory burst out laughing and relaxed backwards into his chair.

'Fuck off....Sergeant' he laughed. 'It's none of your business.' 'It is my business.' Mallory leaned forward. 'No. It's not, and if you get involved, it might be, well...a mistake.' 'Are you threatening me?' Mallory brought his hands up in a gesture of reconciliation. 'Not at all, what I'm saying is that I am a respectable businessman; I donate to the police benevolent fund and everything. Everything is above board. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that my taxes and programme of employment creation are valued contributions to the local economy. I think you'll find all my businesses are fully legitimate. I've got nothing to hide.' 'It's your less legal activities that I want to talk about.' 'I don't follow you...'

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