Table of Contents
Cover
A Selection of Recent Titles From Severn House by Bill James
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Footnotes
A Selection of recent titles from Severn House by Bill James
BETWEEN LIVES
DOUBLE JEOPARDY
MAKING STUFF UP
LETTERS FROM CARTHAGE
OFF-STREET PARKING
FULL OF MONEY
WORLD WAR TWO WILL NOT TAKE PLACE
NOOSE
SNATCHED
The Harpur and Iles Series
VACUUM
UNDERCOVER
PLAY DEAD
DISCLOSURES
BLAZE AWAY
FIRST FIX YOUR ALIBI
FIRST FIX YOUR ALIBI
Bill James
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First fix your alibi. – (The Harpur and Iles series)
1. Harpur, Colin (Fictitious character)–Fiction. 2. Iles,
Desmond (Fictitious character)–Fiction. 3. Drug dealers–
Fiction. 4. Revenge–Fiction. 5. Police–Great Britain--
Fiction. 6. Detective and mystery stories.
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ONE
Ralph Wyvern Ember, sole owner of the Monty social club in Shield Terrace, and chairman and chief executive of one of the most gilt-edged recreational substance firms in Britain, had watched, several times over the years, TV movie channel showings of a 1950s Alfred Hitchcock film called Strangers On A Train starring Farley Granger and Robert Walker. Although Ember had always enjoyed the film, even on his third and fourth viewing, he’d never found the plot entirely believable. It was a story – a good story – and stories could sometimes be a bit far-fetched, especially good stories. To give the audience a surprise, a thrill, they had to stretch situations and characters, sometimes too much.
But now, suddenly, he’d been forced to think the tale wasn’t so basically incredible after all. This shook him. One of the main points about Ralph was that, although he considered himself reasonably mild and balanced, it always got right up his fucking nose if someone he knew well asked him to snuff out someone he hardly knew at all, or possibly someone he hadn’t even heard of until this rather off-colour request. Such an approach irritated Ralph for two strong reasons. First, he had never been a hitman, even in his earliest, freewheeling commercial days. Unfortunate fatal spats with enemies had taken place but only very rarely; definitely nothing to write home about, encrypted. Second, suppose he had been an apprentice hitman at this youthful, tyro stage, as part of the business initiation process, his earned eminence in local society now, as compared to then, made that type of violence by Ralph more or less unthinkable currently. Or possibly more than more or less. Good God, the local evening paper often published very constructive, vigorously sincere letters from him on environmental and pollution topics over the signature Ralph W. Ember. Industrial effluent secretly discharged into rivers was something else that got up his nose. And then, consider the proprietorship of the Monty, his club bought from fine trading profits, for which he had many substantial ambitions.
Could he be expected immediately to shelve every other concern and narrow his intentions right down to a slaying? ‘Untoward’ was the word that came to Ralph’s mind: surely, this kind of demand could be seen as nothing but untoward. Indelicacy Ralph detested. How could a friend, or friends, and/or a colleague, or colleagues – probably very familiar, long-term, with Ralph’s true updated character – how could they imagine he’d jump to take on a blast job to head or chest-area despite his distinguished OBE’ish reputation now?
The Strangers On A Train film, and possibly the book it came from, started with – well, started with strangers on a train, Granger and Walker. The fact that they were strangers is the key element. Walker proposes to Granger that they each do a killing on behalf of the other. Ralph considered it not the usual kind of amiable chat that springs up between train passengers. Granger wants to get rid of his wife, and Walker will carry out the job on her. As his side of the deal, Granger will see off Walker’s nuisance father for him. Because the victims and the murderers would be completely unknown to each other there’d be no obvious motives to guide the police. And at the time of the killings the husband and son will make sure to have well-attested, utterly uncrackable alibis. Walker more or less hypnotizes Granger with the lovely neatness of the ploy. They could each glory in a perfect crime.
Ralph Ember used to wonder whether anyone could really dream up such a devilish plan. And yet here, now, an extremely notable local business figure, Manse Shale, had approached Ember with what sounded like something from the very same production line. Yes, Ralph was shaken, and then disgusted. Ember’s objections had to do with his rating as a man, and with his personal dignity. For ever, Ralph strove to further his rating as a man and to safeguard his personal dignity. Vital. A compulsion. Nobody else could look after your rating as a man and personal dignity for you. Keep non-stop watchful. Set yourself brilliant standards to a
chieve and achieve them.
So, he resented being thought casually available, like some sort of shoulder-holster, short-time tart. He’d always tried rigorously to prevent tarts working from the Monty, and this made the treatment of himself as a biddable body particularly offensive. Ralph recognized that these girls had to make a living, and that they wouldn’t be doing it unless they had to; but he wouldn’t allow the Monty to become a pick-up joint. That kind of publicity could really set him back.
When it came to a philosophy of life, Ralph saw himself as what was called ‘an existentialist’. At first, he’d found this word tricky and difficult to remember. He did not go about blurting it to customers in the club. But the important thing to keep in mind was that, from the spelling, it obviously concerned existence, namely, in this case, Ralph’s. He understood the term to mean you took total, unfaltering responsibility for your own behaviour, and you did not waver or call for aid from a vicar or a shrink or a rich aunty by marriage. Being recruited to do a killing for someone else definitely didn’t at all fit in to that stern, flinty self-programming.
He had come across the term ‘existentialist’ during the foundation year of a mature student degree course begun at the local university. Points from the lectures on this subject lingered in his head, although he’d been forced by sharp business pressures to suspend the college course for now. Certainly, he regretted this break, but the continuing sweet surge in charlie and H used by so many professional folk with good, disposable incomes, recession or not, made his full-time, authoritative attention to the supply and distribution networks vital. This type of user-client tended to be intelligent and positive, and most had taught themselves efficient mainlining, and/or had bonny, powerful nostrils, still capable of clean-sweep, nicely directed, unwasteful snorts.
These cumulative factors could not be ignored and so Ralph had back-burnered the college programme. He saw the sacrifice as a noblesse oblige matter. Leadership of the company could not be safely delegated in these circumstances, and Ralph felt compelled to give his firm what the jargon would describe as ‘hands on commitment’, even though he had a very talented and dedicated crew of pushers, debt adjusters/enforcers, marksmen/women, couriers, etcetera; a normal personnel panoply for Ralph’s type of enterprise. He regarded good personnel selection as one of his most fruitful flairs, and he did not need any of the big professional agencies to help him.
Existentialism insisted that every man and woman should try to control his/her own destiny through the application of his/her will. Ralph fervently agreed. And, in a strange, ironic way, he saw his decision temporarily to dump education and get back to dealing the top-grade merchandise as exactly this kind of self-commanding, existentialist decision; yes, even if it removed him from the teaching where he first learned to admire existentialism, and might have been able to learn more if he’d continued at the classes.
Although existentialism might tell him to apply his will and skills to the business, he did not think it would require him to kill an absolute stranger to Ralph whom Manse Shale happened to want slaughtered.
Naturally, the suggestion from Manse avoided blunt, straight-out language – not ‘Ralph, how about terminating Frank Waverton for me, the ungovernable, scheming, dangerous, silky bastard?’ Much more roundabout and gradual. To many the conversation might have sounded fairly run-of-the-mill and harmless. Ember spotted the real message, though. He prized his ability to see behind what people appeared to say, but which actually served only as surface, as decoy. This knack for delving to the essence he would sometimes think of as like that famous special typewriter designed to crack wartime German codes at Bletchley Park and featured in the film, Enigma.
Manse Shale and Ember had talked privately about what Ralph thought of as the Strangers On A Train idea after one of their fine, festive staff dinners. These occurred a couple of times a year. They took it in turns to pay the bill. The functions celebrated a unique trading alliance. Ralph and Manse ran similar healthy businesses selling recreational substances. Each operated within a clearly mapped area of the city and had an understanding that neither would infringe on the other’s dedicated territory. Crude, self damaging and Adolfish – that’s how they regarded the so-called ‘turf wars’ which could sometimes break out elsewhere, because one firm wanted another’s ground and paying customers. Ralph and Manse aimed for profitable tranquillity and did all they could to prevent blood on the pavement. Ralph rejected as defeatist the idea that successful business practice necessarily excluded civilized business practice owing to inborn greed, jealousy and fear – fear of extinction if they didn’t strike first.
One of the main police in the city, Assistant Chief Constable (Operations), Desmond Iles, let them know that as long as they maintained peace and put none of the public at crossfire risk he would allow them to carry on their trade. In Ralph’s view, Iles could be a right, unpardonable, rude, brazen, malevolent prick, but he did have some reasonable ideas. He supported drugs legalization and practised his own unilateral version of that here, in wise cooperation with Ember and Shale. Iles never actually put this arrangement into words. The bugger was too smart for that. But he didn’t act against them, and they could make a decently founded guess at his thinking. As Ralph’s mother used to say, ‘a nod’s as good as a wink to a blind horse’. His mother had a whole barrelful of what some called clichés and others called folk wisdom. Ralph could take them or leave them alone.
Anyway, every sixth months or so the two companies held a sort of bonding, hearty dinner at the Agincourt Hotel, and it was following one of these happy feasts that Shale drew Ralph to a corner of the banqueting hall where they could talk. In Ember’s opinion, that name Agincourt, marking a great British military victory way back in France, gave the evening occasion now a certain elegance and solid status. Didn’t Laurence Olivier, mounted on an unblind white horse in the film Henry V, do the famous speech about the splendour of this imminent Agincourt battle?
The banqueting room had old-fashioned weapons fixed to the walls – halberds, pikes, longbows, lances, that kind of collection – to give a very pre-Hiroshima war atmosphere. They were only imitations, of course, and Ralph considered the display crappy; but the intention seemed good: a reminder of this country’s great history and previous wholesome power. Although there was a free bar and unlimited, vintage wines on the tables, with liqueurs to follow, including Tia Marias, there had never been any trashing, any major trashing, of the hotel by Ralph’s or Manse’s people. Almost everyone recognized the calibre of the setting and respected it. Although Ralph knew that some crude jokers gave a changed version of the Olivier speech, altering ‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends,’ to what they termed the paedo theme song, ‘Once more unto the crèche, dear friends,’ that could be dismissed as grossly mischievous coarseness. There had been no instance of guests tearing the weaponry off the walls and staging their own plastic Agincourt battle, regardless of damage to the furniture and tableware. Nor, as far as Ralph knew, had there ever been any tit and/or bum groping of the waitresses, even though some wore cleavage dresses.
‘I regard all this tonight as very much a milestone, Ralph,’ Shale said. ‘Milestones being a matter of undoubted progress; distance covered. This distance covered gives a promise, don’t it, Ralph? The distance covered tells us that the distance to be covered in the future, will be covered because what has already been covered shows how the next bit of distance can be and will be covered.’
‘Right,’ Ember said. Manse had never been spot-on with grammar but he was not one to let that mess up expression of his very individual thoughts and ideas. He was short, square built with a snub face and a heap of dark hair. He had on today what Ralph recognized as a grey, double-breasted Paul Mixtor-Hythe three-piece suit that would have cost at least £1500. He alternated between this kind of outfit and others he’d picked up at Oxfam or the People’s Dispensary For Sick Animals. He’d heard that families of dead noblemen, when clearing the wardrobes, sent these old
, thick, long-lasting, beautifully cut, beigish suits to charity shops. Ferret-like was how Ember thought of Shale’s eyes.
‘I see mutuality here, Ralph,’ he said.
‘That’s interesting.’
‘Interdependence. Triumphs, difficulties in common.’
‘Certainly,’ Ralph said.
‘When I speak of progress, what do you think I mean, Ralph?’
‘Well, I suppose—’
‘I mean expansion, consolidation, commercial invincibility.’
‘These are fine objectives, Manse.’
This was one of the things about Shale: he could come out with big words at times, syllables piling up, and usually meaning what he thought they meant. It was some of the smaller words that floored him.
‘And if that progress is endangered, put at bad risk, this is where the mutuality comes in, the interdependence, don’t it?’ Manse said.
‘I think I—’
‘We deal jointly, effectively, mercilessly with whatever, whoever, might be bringing that danger and risk. This mutuality is no simple matter, Ralph. This interdependence could also require what we might call interweaving. I look around this fine room, Ralph, and see the halberds, the pikes, the swords and scimitars as décor and think to myself that conflict in them days was a straightforward thing. If you got a longbow arrow in your eye this would deter any further warrior-like participation for at least the time being. Conflict in our day, Ralph, can be not simple at all. It might, in fact, require the interweaving I believe I mentioned earlier.’
‘Yes, you did.’
‘No dismal narrowness.’