Angel in the Full Moon. Don Easton

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      “That’s easier,” she replied.

      “Do you know who they associate with, or if they have many visitors?” asked Jack.

      “Not that I’ve really noticed ... but come to think of it,” replied Derek, reaching for a journal on the desk and flipping through some pages. “The building has a party room,” he muttered, gesturing to a room with double doors just across the foyer. “They came to me about a week ago ... yes, here it is. They booked the room for tonight. The party starts at nine o’clock.”

      “You free tonight?” asked Jack, looking at Laura.

      “You bet,” she replied.

      “They’re allowed to come in early to set up,” said Derek, “but are required to have everyone out no later than two. The room holds fifty people easy. There is also an apartment directly above this office that you can rent for a day or two if you have company arriving. It’s right beside the elevators. They booked it also and said it might be used if any of their party guests drink too much.”

      “We would really like to see who attends the party,” said Jack.

      “If you like, you could sit in here tonight and watch,” suggested Derek. “Whoever comes to the front door will have a key if they’re a tenant. If not, they will have to be buzzed in, either from an apartment or from the party room. If you’re in here watching you’ll be able to see who goes to the party and who is probably just visiting other tenants. We turn off the lights and close the blinds in here at night so nobody would know you were in here. You want a key?”

      Jack smiled, held out his hand, and Derek gave him a key to the main entrance of the apartment and a separate key to the office.

      “The office one, I would prefer it if you leave it on the desk tonight when you’re done. As far as the key to the main doors goes, you can keep it until you’re finished your investigation.”

      “Much appreciated,” said Jack. “I notice you have security cameras. If need be, could we get a copy later to see who attends the party?”

      “That could be arranged. We only hang on to them for a week.”

      “Long enough for us to decide if we need them. One more thing.”

      “What’s that?” asked Derek.

      “What’s your favourite brand of poison?”

      Derek smiled and said, “Thanks, but no. I don’t drink anymore. Since I’ve quit the job, I haven’t had to. Anything I can do to help you catch bad guys is fun enough.”

      Back at the office, Jack called a contact and learned that the cellphone being used by the Russians was listed to a massage parlour in Surrey called the Orient Pleasure. As the day progressed, he also obtained a list of phone numbers that had been dialled from the cellphone within the last month.

      Jack made a photocopy of the list and handed it to Laura and said, “Check out who the Canadian numbers are registered to. There are a lot of area codes here I don’t recognize. I’ll ...”

      “What are you two up to?” asked Quaile, entering their office.

      Jack glanced at him and said, “Laura and I are working on a pair of Russians.”

      “What are they involved in?”

      “Not sure yet, we’re just getting started.”

      “We’re a little too busy, don’t you think, to be working on people when you don’t know what they’re even involved in?”

      “We know they’ve met with the higher echelon of Satans Wrath. We think they’re worth looking at.”

      “Satans Wrath again? Still working on bums, I see. Well, keep me apprised.” With that comment, he turned and sauntered back to his own office.

      “What was that all about?” wondered Jack.

      “Maybe he’s decided to take an interest in police work,” suggested Laura.

      “As long as we dress like we’re going to church and don’t claim overtime, he’s never cared before.”

      Jack shrugged off Quaile’s intrusion and checked to see who owned the Orient Pleasure. It was listed under the name of Tr

n c had a lengthy criminal record for assault, armed robbery, keeping a common bawdy-house and extortion. Most of the convictions were more than six years old and there was nothing recent.

      As the day progressed, Jack and Laura discovered that many of the numbers called from the Russians’ cellphone were to such places as Afghanistan, Russia, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Thailand, Vietnam, and Korea. A couple of others were to Sweden.

      “These guys work for the United Nations?” joked Laura.

      “Afghanistan is a great country to go to if you want to buy a couple of tonnes of heroin,” replied Jack. “Some of these Arab and Asian countries could be smuggling routes.”

      “Makes sense,” said Laura, thoughtfully.

      “It would, except that why would it make our friend nervous? You think he’d be glad to cut himself a piece of the action.”

      “Either that, or simply kill them if they’re too much competition,” said Laura.

      “Exactly. I’m going to pass some of these numbers on to Interpol. See what pops up.”

      “Don’t hold your breath waiting.”

      “Yeah, I know.”

      “It will be interesting to see who shows up at the party tonight,” said Laura.

      “If any Arab women show up, do you have a burka you could put on, so you could slide in and mingle?”

      Laura glanced at him and said, “Excellent idea. And you could put on a pair of donkey ears and come along as an ass. Oh ...” Laura paused and continued, “maybe you don’t need the ears.”

      Jack brayed like a donkey and they both laughed.

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ng followed Pops back down to the basement. Pops gestured to the walls with his hand and said, “Watch this.”

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ng saw that the upper half of the basement walls were covered in wood panelling, while the lower half of the walls consisted of dark brown boards that СКАЧАТЬ