Chapter 14
Coming to from the heroin induced trance Jean-Paul stared at the television. The news had finished replaced by Trish. The studio victim was some bloke, on drugs, who'd been cheating on his wife, as he walked out he was met with boos from the audience. Moments later his wife confessed to hitting him round the head with a frying pan, which was met with cheers from the crowd.
As Trish silenced the baying mob J.P got up shaking his head and walked over to the kitchen sink. After splashing freezing cold water on his face he massaged the skin with his hands, cupping another face full he repeated the process before reaching out for a towel draped over the back of a chair. Wiping his face he was overwhelmed by the damp smell emitting from the fabric and was reminded a trip to the laundrette needed to be added to his list of priorities.
One thing was for sure, he needed to sort his shit out, move out of this dump, maybe to one of those new studios down the road. A refurbished place, little more rent on top of what the dole paid, but if he built his business, kept getting stuff like that yesterday, then he could do it. If he played his cards right he could run the Riverside after Jarvey, after all, at some point he'd get nicked, and go away.
Every dog had it's day.
JP chuckled at his poetry.
Maybe he could be a rapper, he thought playing the words back in his head to a rap beat.
"At some point he'll get nicked and go away,
Every dog has it's day,
So they say.
Jean-Paul's head wobbled slightly to either side as he recited the lines. You never knew, he could be the British M and M, a white boy rapper who really was from the street.
Looking at the heroin on the table he decided to have another hit before turning on his phone.
"Cause every dog has it's day,
So they say.
The added 'cause' made it sound better, though maybe he should drop the New York accent he didn't want to give the media any chance of discrediting him.
Maybe he'd work with the top producers, P. Diddy, Damon Dash maybe even Dre himself.
He mulled it over.
"Hey Dre,
What do you say?
Dr Dre would love him, the whole world would love him.
The next big thing, women would be throwing themselves at him. When he was there he'd be there to stay.
Approaching the mirror he noticed a large blackhead on the end of his nose and squeezed.
Inspecting himself for any similar blemishes he began rapping again.
"At some point he'll get nicked and go away,
And when I'm there I'll be there to stay,
Cause, every dog has it's day,
So they say.
That was it.
Homing in on another spot he recited the words again out loud,
"At some point he'll get nicked and go away,
And when I'm there I'll be there to stay,
Cause, every¦
Jean-Paul's face was inches from the mirror when the door exploded inwards and police officers began rushing in.
The one carrying the bright red metal battering ram stepped over him, dropping the implement to catch it by it's furthest handle. It was stopped by Jean-Paul's knee, the officer looked down feigning a smile,
"Sorry mate.
Proceeding into the room he stepped on John-Paul's injured leg.
Riley interrupted his thoughts,
"That's nothing, you're in it son.
"There must be some mistake.
"They all say that¦.
The officer's retort was cut short by Hawkins,
"Here we go.
Looking over JP saw the triumphant looking detective stood by the coffee table waving the small bag of heroin above his head.
Big deal, a bit of personal.
"Strong gear is it son? Riley asked, "Cause if it is you're in deep, deep fucking shit boy. Do you know Kelly Landers?
JP didn't respond, his mind racing.
The officer not expecting a response continued,
"Well she's dead, no prizes for guessing how, but I'll give you a prize if you can tell me who's daughter she is.
Rogers looked over from the area by the sink,
"Scales and bags here, same thickness bags as what was found at the scene.
It had taken minutes to methodically turn the room upside down.
Riley looked back at the injured addict on the floor in front of him,
"No guesses aye? I'll tell you shall I?
The one-sided conversation was cut off by Rogers stood beside the overflowing bin,
"Here we go, cuttings from the tops of bags, I'm sure we'll get a match with the bags found at the scene.
Jean-Paul went white, he knew the cut off remnants from the bags he'd sold Kelly would be amongst those being seized, he also knew about Kelly's dad.
He looked up at the police officer.
Riley snarled down art him through clenched teeth,
"A Chief Superintendent.
Rogers approached and knelt beside him,
"I'm arresting you for being concerned in the supply of class A drugs, you do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
