from a night in the cells. Her make-up was smudged, presumably from the same cause. Krebs had the puffy face and hands of a drinker, and the whites of her pale green eyes were tinged with yellow. However, she also possessed the sleepy sensuality of a woman who is attractive to men and who knows it.
‘Marlene, I’m Petra Becker from Criminal Intelligence.’ Petra sat back and let the words sink in.
Krebs’ face revealed nothing. ‘Have you got any cigarettes?’ she asked.
Petra took a half-empty pack from her pocket and pushed it towards Krebs. She snatched at it and thrust a cigarette between full lips. ‘What about a light, then?’ she demanded.
‘The cigarette was free. The light will cost you.’
Krebs scowled. ‘Bitch,’ she said.
Petra shook her head. ‘Not a good start.’
‘What’s this about, anyway? What have I got to do with Criminal Intelligence?’
‘It’s a bit late to be asking that, Marlene. That really should have been your first question.’
Krebs took the cigarette from her mouth and flicked the tip as if there was ash to be deposited. ‘Look, I admit I shot that dope-dealing bastard Kamal.’
‘It’s not like there’s much room for doubt.’
‘But I had good reason. He sold my Danni the junk that killed him. What can I say? I was crazy with grief.’
Petra slowly shook her head. ‘You’re never going to cut it as an actress, Marlene. That routine needs a lot of work before you go in front of a judge. Look, we both know your story is bullshit. Why don’t we cut the crap and see what I can do for you?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. I told you. Kamal killed Danni. I loved Danni. Something in me snapped when I heard Kamal had been arrested and I wanted to take revenge for what he had taken from me.’
Petra smiled. It was the lizard smile of a predator who smells the first hint of blood. ‘See, Marlene, there’s the first problem. The guys who brought Kamal in, they didn’t hang around. They went straight to his restaurant, they pulled him out of the front door and into their car. Then they drove here. I’ve seen the logs. There was barely enough time for you to hear about the arrest, never mind get hold of a gun and get to Friesenstrasse in time to put a bullet in his head.’ Petra let Marlene think about that. ‘Unless of course someone tipped you the wink that the arrest was about to go down. Why would anyone do that, unless they wanted Kamal dead? So, how did you hear about Kamal’s arrest?’
‘I don’t have to answer you.’
‘No, you don’t. But you do need to listen to me, because everything I’m saying to you is a stick of dynamite blowing a hole in your mitigation. Marlene, this isn’t going to play the way whoever set you up for it said it would. Your story is going to fall to bits as soon as the KriPo start poking around. Now, I know you think they’re not going to bother too much with this because it’s saved them the hassle of a difficult prosecution with Kamal, not to mention one less scuzzy middle-ranking dealer on the streets. But me, you see, I’m bothered. Because I’m interested in the people above Kamal.’
‘You’re not making any sense,’ Krebs said obstinately. ‘Are you going to light this fucking cigarette or what?’
‘I told you. Not for free. Come on, Marlene. Face it, you’re going away for a very long time. This wasn’t a crime of passion, it was an assassination. And we’re going to prove it. You’re going to be a grandmother before you see freedom again.’
For the first time, there was a flicker of something behind Krebs’ cold eyes. ‘You can’t prove what isn’t true.’
Petra laughed out loud. ‘Oh, please, Marlene. I thought your sort believed that’s what us cops do all the time? OK, proving what isn’t true can sometimes be … demanding. But compared to that, proving what we know to be true is a piece of piss. I know you were put up to this. And I know the people who did that gambled on us not caring too much about who took Kamal down or why. But they weren’t gambling with their own stake. They were using you for chips. So, we already have a hole in your story about time. I think the next hole will be where you got the gun from.’
‘It was Danni’s gun,’ she said quickly. ‘He left it in my apartment.’
‘Which is about ten minutes drive from Kamal’s restaurant and a good twenty-minute drive from here. But the cops only took thirteen minutes to get here from Kamal’s. You couldn’t possibly have made it here in time, even if someone had called you the minute the cops took Kamal into custody. So calling it Danni’s gun makes a second hole in your story.’ Petra picked up the cigarette packet and put it back in her pocket.
‘Right now,’ she continued, ‘I’ve got a team out in Mitte talking to everybody who knows you and who knew Danni. I’d put money on us not finding a single person who can put you and him together. Well, maybe we’ll get one or two. But I’d put money on the fact that they’ll be tied in as closely to Darko Krasic as you are.’
At the sound of Krasic’s name, Krebs reacted. Her thumb flicked the end of the cigarette so hard she broke the filter tip clean off. For one brief moment, something sparked in her eyes. Inside, Petra rejoiced. The first crack had appeared. Now for the crowbar.
‘Give him up, Marlene. He’s thrown you to the wolves. You talk to me, you can save yourself. You can watch your kid grow up.’
Something shifted behind Krebs’ gaze and Petra realized she’d lost her. The mention of her daughter, that’s what had done it. Of course, she thought. Krasic has the kid under wraps. That’s his insurance policy. Before she could break Krebs, they’d have to find the daughter. Still, it was worth one last throw of the dice. ‘You’ll be going in front of the judge soon,’ she said. ‘You’ll be remanded in custody. No matter how smart-mouthed your lawyer is, no matter how many times he plays the card that you’re no risk to the public, they’re not going to bail you. Because I’m going to tell the prosecutor we’ve got you on our books as someone with links to organized crime. You’re going into the general prison population. Do you have any idea how easy it will be for me to make it look like you’re co-operating with us? And do you have any idea how little time it will take Darko Krasic to make sure you never talk to anyone else again? I mean, think about it, Marlene. How long did it take him to set up Kamal?’ Petra got to her feet. ‘Think about it.’ She crossed to the door and knocked to indicate that the meeting was over.
As the WaPo outside opened up, Petra looked back over her shoulder. Marlene Krebs was leaning forward, her loose hair shrouding her face. ‘I’ll be calling on you, Marlene.’
Krebs looked up. Hate blared across the room at Petra. ‘Fuck you,’ she said.
I’ll take that as a yes, Petra thought triumphantly as she walked back to the Wachte for her gun. She had finally lit a low flame under Darko Krasic that might eventually cook Tadeusz Radecki.
Carol had always enjoyed the ambience of Soho. She’d seen it shift from the seediness of the porn industry’s hub to the stylish, gay-orientated café society it had become in the 1990s, but there had never been a time when she hadn’t found it fascinating. Chinatown rubbed shoulders with theatreland, leather men shared the pavements with shifty-eyed prostitute’s punters, media gurus battled wannabe gangstas for taxis. Although she’d never policed
