Chapter Four;
Brecht
"Who's this?" Neil asked as he entered the room to find Max sticking a new picture up on the whiteboard.
Stuart answered. "Nikolai Brecht sir. He was seen liaising with Bolt last night at the Harley Club by the club's owner Holman. Not your average nice guy." He passed Neil a copy of the large man's record. "Fat boy has seven charges of assault, two on his brother, and two suspected dealings with trafficking. Nothing proven though."
"Explains what he's doing buddying up to Bolt though. You think he might be that second man we're looking for? Bolt's right-hand man."
"Brecht's no one's right-hand man Guv, he's a 'my way or the highway' type of bloke." Max spoke up. "If anything, Bolt's HIS right-hand man."
"Okay, so what else have we got on him?"
"Not a lot, he keeps himself to himself. He isn't married, his only family is his brother, and the only connection we can find with Bolt is that he frequents the brothel far too often." Stuart muttered with a hint of a smile.
Neil ignored it. "The brother? Where's he at the moment?"
"Longmarsh. He's in for the next sixteen weeks on an aggravated burglary charge."
"Okay, known lairs?"
"Only the Harley Club and he left there this morning. The club re-opens at ten, assuming he isn't off celebrating a big windfall from the docks after this afternoon." Stuart slapped the paper down on the desk. "No registered vehicle, last known address has been sold and no known place of work. He's literally fallen off the radar."
"Well someone must know where he is. Get onto Longmarsh and organize a chat with his brother, see if he's been contacted lately. Hopefully he'll have an address at least."
"We're still keeping a look-out for Bolt's blue Vauxhall. Nothing yet." Stuart frowned. "How can two men just disappear completely? This area isn't big enough."
"No, it's not possible. Someone must have seen them." Neil frowned to himself. "Maybe you should just get down to the docks and have a sniff around. It looks like our last option now they've well and truly gone to ground."
"I thought we didn't want to tip anyone off? If we go down there and are seen, there's no chance Bolt will turn up. He's not dumb enough to leave that place unattended during the day. He knows the system too well to do that." Max said, crossing his arms and frowning at the picture of Bolt.
"It has to be done, we're running out of options and time. When did your informant say the boat would come in?"
"3pm." Stuart glanced at his watch. "That gives us four more hours."
"Not enough time. The obbo is set for quarter past three. If we don't have him by half two I'm going to have to pull the plug."
"Oh come on, no, we can't." Stuart protested.
"I don't really have a lot of options here DS Turner. No Bolt, no obbo, and that was always the case. So, we have to find him."
"Maybe we should head back to the bookies, see if they've seen him in the last hour." Max suggested.
Neil nodded. "Okay, go with it. Where's Stevie and Will?"
"They're still on Bolt's brother. If he turns up there, they'll get him."
"Okay, get back to me as soon as you get something." Neil left the room.
Stuart frowned and grabbed his coat. "This smells like a long shot."
"It's the only shot we've g…" Max was cut off as the doors swung open and a figure rushed into the room.
"DS Turner?" Millie waved her phone and Stuart looked up. "Hayleigh Bolt just called me. Craig just arrived home."
Stuart grinned. "Fantastic. Nice work Millie." He clapped her on the shoulder as he and Max rushed past. Max gave her a nod. Millie just re-pocketed her phone and watched them go.
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