Undercover 06


By Katzmarek



Part 6


Royal Bank of Tonga, Hastings, Sperle was saying.


Eh?


Treadwell had an account in the Royal Bank of Tonga.


Not Treadwell again, sir. I thought the case was closed.


Its in abeyance, pending further evidence. Treadwell transferred his money from Tonga. What was wrong 
with OUR banks, Hastings?


Hmm too many rules, perhaps? Easier for us to obtain his financial records, maybe? You can get a 
numbered account there, cant you? I seemed to remember reading somewhere that if you were pals with 
the Royal family you can get away with just about anything.


An absolutist Monarchy, Hastings. If the King or one of his household says to get it done, it gets done.


DS Sperle and DC Hastings were sitting in the Drug Sections briefing room.


Interpol sources suggest Treadwell may have made a large investment to one of the Kings sisters 
Companies. That could buy you a lot of favours, eh?


Like financing drug deals perhaps?


Exactly! I put some questions to Treadwell through his lawyer. He replies that he was avoiding tax.


Possible, replied Hastings.


Well Ive booted it upstairs. Unfortunately well have to depend on the politicians. Anything concerning 
the Tongan Royal family well, youll get no co-operation from the Tongan police.


I suppose not.


Chris sat at her workstation, bristling with anger.


Arseholes! she spat, with vehemence.


Having a bad morning? one of her colleagues asked her, cheerily.


Yes! And its getting a lot worse.


Chris sat there for a few minutes, staring at the blank screen and trembling with rage. She got up suddenly 
and stormed out of the room, sending someones in-tray crashing to the floor.


Whats got into her? someone asked.


Sperle, said another.


Say no more!


The red Ford GT squealed to a halt in Grays drive, pulling up inches from the rear of the Ferrari. The 
staccato rumble of the V8 died away and the drivers door opened.


Hey Jerry! Gray yelled from the balcony, you rear-end my car and Ill


Calm down Gray, I didnt even disturb the dust, look!


Jerry took the steps leading up to the house, two at a time. At the top, he slapped Grays arm in greeting.


How was Polynesia?  He asked his friend.


Still there. You been busy while Ive been away? Gray said, looking at the Ford.


Jerry gave a little chuckle.


Like it? Its got the Cobra engine in it slapped in some hotter cams


So I heard and extractors. How much did that set you back, 60 grand?


40, I got a good deal. Give that Italian heap a fright, he said, indicating the Ferrari.


In a straight line maybe, Gray said, rubbing his jaw, catch me in the right mood and Ill give you a go, 
over the mountains.


Hmm, sounds like a challenge.


In your dreams! My insurance company would have a fit.


Dont tell them Cmon, fancy a ride, I want to show you my new house.


House too? What is it? Payday?


Sure Ive been writing some books, Jerry replied, laughing.


You? They havent made a spell-check that could cope with your writing.


Jess woke up when the front door to the apartment slammed shut. She heard some crockery smash and got 
up quickly, putting her head out of her bedroom door.


Chris, is that you? What happened?


Her flatmate emerged from the kitchen, looking apologetic.


Sorry I woke you.


What are you doing home?


Throwing a sickie.


Whats wrong? What happened?


Long story, Chris subsided, can you make the coffee? Im afraid I make break something.


Sure.


The two women sat down in the lounge with their coffees. Chris started to give an outline of the morning 
events.


Ive been seeing this guy and Sperle said I was seen in a pub socialising with gang members and I 
wasnt, yknow? I went there to have lunch with my boyfriend and I was out the back bar and never talked 
to them at all


What business was it of Sperles? Youre not in his section hes not the Superintendent.


No its a bit more complicated than that, Chris said, taking a deep breath.


Ive been seeing Shit! Jess, you know him its Jerry Hanlon.


Chris! I


Dont say anything, her friend interrupted, It was bound to come out sooner or later. Yknow, hes not 
a bad guy, when you get to know him rough around the edges, sure, but hes kind and funny and 
very smart


Jerry? Shit Chris I never guessed I wow, its a bit of a shock.


Well, I didnt tell you but I felt the fewer people who knew the better Cause I knew this was going 
to happen, she took another deep breath.


Sperle gave me this speech about it being inappropriate because he had a record and was suspected of 
trafficking in drugs and I would have to break it off. I told him my private life was my own business but he 
said cops have no private life.


Yeah, I heard that stuff too. A cop, 24 hours a day, Jess told her.


I cant live like that, Jess. I need my space too, yknow. Look! Jerry runs a garage he does repair jobs 
for gang members he fixes up their cars and modifies them, yknow, to make them go faster. He does up 
old V8s and sells them to them, too. Hes good at it but


He doesnt have a license or a Trade certificate?


No but its not really police business, is it? Unless the Motor Trades Association lays a complaint about 
illegal trading and who going to tell them? The Black Power gang? Give me a break.


Well, the Mongrels might, just to get back at the Blacks?


Why would they bother? Jerry works in the Blacks territory. Its not as if hes encroaching on anyones 
turf. You dont understand about the gangs, Jess. Its all about territories Jerry explains it better.


I guess I dont. Its all seems crazy to me


Thats because you werent brought up around them. Where I lived, they were all around. Their kids went 
to our school I used to watch them being dropped off in the morning. You should have heard the racket 
they made coming up the street in their cars.


Ok, so are you going to keep seeing Jerry? Jess asked.


After another deep breath, Chris replied,


Yes, I am Sperle made me a deal he told me I had to report to him things I heard. Like theyre going 
to tell ME, huh! Yknow, pillow talk that sucks.


Thats rough, Chris Im sorry you must feel like shit. Thats blackmail!


I said that! He told me that it was being a good cop, bastard!


So! Youre going to tell him?


Have to. He told me that, in return hed keep Jerry out of the courts, providing he was not a star I 
shouldnt be telling you this but, they really want Gray Treadwell, Chris Im sorry


Chris put a consoling hand on her friends shoulder.


Dont be, replied Jess,  he means nothing to me.


Sure, Jess said Chris, disbelieving.


Its true! Jess told her firmly.


Beers in hand, Jerry and Gray sat in Jerrys spa pool. Jerry was naked, Gray, modestly in his underwear.


Tell me about your latest, Jerry? asked Gray.


A cop one of those two from the Rainbow that day the blond one, Chris.


You! Going with a cop! Thats a good one! Gray said in surprise, and doubt.


True great fuck! Shit mate, she bangs like a barn door You fancied her mate, didnt you? The 
brunette with the cute arse who tried to fit you up The Real Estate agent, Gray.


Dont remind me! Diane Sawyer she called herself. What a stupid bitch.


Aw, Cmon! She had you fooled, Jerry said, chuckling, you were too cunt-struck to see through her.


Gray looked embarrassed.


Well ok. He said, sucking on his beer, I did fancy her I guess I was flattered that she was paying 
me attention Its silly looking back on it she really pissed me off.


Yeah, I know she did. Do you know she flats with Chris? Theyre best mates tell each other 
everything you know how chicks are


I wish I did, Gray said, mumbling to himself.


Chris told me she has a thing for you. Her name is Jess Jess Dayshe.


Crap! Gray said, suddenly interested.


True dreams about you every night


Youre bullshitting me, Jerry


Chris wants to fix you two up, interested?


Eh?


You want to fuck her, dont you?


I dont think Look Jerry Ive got a girlfriend in the islands.


Really? Youve been keeping that under your hat tell me about her? Jerry said, arching his eyebrows.


Well shes from a village Samoan quite short.


Where did you meet?


At the hotel she works there


You mean shes an escort?


Gray looked abashed. Jerry roared with laughter


Gray, youre a classic, haha. Didnt it occur to you she might be after your money? Youre a fool, Gray


Its not like that it may have started as a transaction, Gray said, trying to avoid Jerrys grinning face, 
But it went on from there got quite intense something snapped Yknow.


Gray, Gray, Gray long conversations under the sheets?


We didnt talk all that much didnt need to and well, she couldnt speak much English and I dont 
know Samoan


Oh yeah! She knew how to say, you pay me big bucks, Ill bet. You take me home and buy me car and I 
fuck you good, day and night. Jerry mimicked.


Jerry, youre starting to piss me off it wasnt like that.


Chill, man. Look, forget her, shell take you for every penny. Its true what Im telling you about Jess, 
though man. She really likes you for real! You should get together with her Ill bet shed be great in 
the sack, too. And you can talk afterwards shes got a great looking body I wouldnt mind wrapping 
my hands around her cute arse, myself, only Chrisd kill me.


Look whos talking about being cunt-struck? Gray said, triumphantly.



Yeah! Well you think about it, Gray. You could do a lot worse like a Samoan whore haha.


Shut up! Gray snapped, splashing Jerry with water.


A letter was waiting for Gray when he arrived home, later that night. It was sent Airmail, from Apia, 
Western Samoa. Opening it quickly, it read.


(Reproduced with original spelling and grammar)


Dear Mr. Tradwell


I thank of your goodness and you very kind me. You mak me hart burn. With love. You think I come and 
stay. I be god wife. And bring you much childs. Me need ticket and Tali say I have passport to get. So you 
mak me citizen. You get pleas. You send money to Tali. He say he fix thing. He say he need 20 thousand 
Kina. He say you send Dollars he change.


Solomina Afaasina Vaafalealupo.


Savaii Tourist Resort
Private Box
Fagamalo
Savaii Island
Western Samoa 


Gray shook his head and put the latter down. He may be the fool that Jerry suggested but he knew when he 
was being scammed. He doubted Mina could have written the letter herself and figured the hotel manager 
was going into a bit of private enterprise.


It wasnt as if I hadnt tipped the bastard well, either, Gray mused. He quickly worked out the exchange 
rate in his head, 7 grand will go a long way in the islands. He could fix himself up very nicely, Gray 
grinned to himself.


Gray picked up his phone and called his accountant.


Jim? Its Gray, have you heard from Nukualofa yet?


Gray? his accountant replied,  nothing yet. Someones breathing on Aoka, apparently.


Yeah? Whos stirring him up?


Dont know. Some cop from here, so I heard.


Ok, keep me posted?


Yes, soon as I hear anything, bye.


Fuck it, Gray said, replacing the phone.


The next day was Sunday. Jerry invited Gray over for a spa after lunch. As he pulled into the drive, Jerry 
came down the drive to greet him.


Youd better park your car around the back. Youll bring down the tone of the neighbourhood, he told 
him.


Smartarse! You dont want the neighbours to see you know people of real taste, Gray replied.


Sure! said Jerry, sarcastically, seriously! Park it behind the house. The brats down the road will be all 
over it.


Sure Jerry.


Gray drove the Ferrari round the back and parked.


When they got inside, Jerry said,


Help yourself to the pool, Gray. Ive got a few things to finish first. Theres a half dozen on the bench in 
there, help yourself.


Not Castlemaine 4X?


No, your stuff, Stella-Artois. I imported it all the way from Belgium, just for you.


Oh Bullshit! You can get it at the Supermarket.


Jerry laughed and pushed his friend towards the door to the spa pool.


After about half an hour, Gray heard the muffled sound of voices, female voices. It was followed by Jerrys 
voice, conspirationally low rather than his usual upper decibel holler. He listened intently, trying to pick up 
what they were saying.


After ten minutes or so, the womens voices drew nearer.


Well go in first see you soon and keep your pants on, ok?


Jerry answered from somewhere in the distance.


They were just behind the door.


Go in, hon, Ill just get some more towels, the woman said.


Gray froze as he slowly put two and two together, the bastard the dirty, rotten sneak, he thought, but he 
was secretly pleased.


The door opened and the brunette with her long hair tied back in a ponytail backed into the room.


You wont be long! she said, before turning around.


She stood there with her mouth open. The door clicked behind her and she heard the bolt slide forward. 
Reacting, she spun around and went to push the door open,


CHRIS! she yelled, WHAT IS THIS?


Have fun kids, Chris said through the door, followed by laughter.


CHRIS! OPEN THIS DOOR YOU HEAR ME she yelled pounding on the door.


She spun around again and fixed Gray with a piercing look.


You dont touch me, yhear? I thought you were a low but I never thought


Hey! complained Gray,  I didnt know anything about this


Sure you didnt what did you all think was going to happen, eh? Ive never been so humiliated 
CHRIS IM MOVING OUT, BITCH. NO! YOU GO LIVE WITH HANLON IM 
SERIOUSLET ME OUT.


Jess was trembling with rage. She paced back and forth, pulling her toweling robe tight about her.


When are they going to let me out what are you grinning at? Jess fumed at Gray.


I dont know honestly Im sorry, I didnt know they were going to do this Gray replied helplessly.


Well stop fucking laughing, she spat.


Sorry you look so funny.


Youll laugh when I see you in court illegal detainment, this is. Do you know how long theyll give you 
in prison Im in the police, Yknow itd be much worse for you them, Jess nodded towards the 
door.


Calm down Jess isnt it?


She told you? She wouldBITCH! she yelled again at the door.


I wouldnt bother theyre probably in bed now on the other side of the house.


Huh! So, whats your plan now, Treadwell Now youve got me here?


I dont know wait until they let us out I suppose got any other ideas?


Can you get this door open?


Dont think so looks pretty solid to me, Gray told her.


Well smash it or something.


What with my towel?


Your fucking head I dont know just get me out.


I think well have to wait until theyve finished.


How long is that?


I dont know an hour or so, maybe?


Jess sighed.


You know its not going to end here Ill lay a charge


I think they were just trying to get us together, Jess. Theyre just misguided


Theyre stupid


So! Gray said, leaning back in the pool hands behind his back. You might as well make the most of it 
and hop in for a while. Youre not going anywhere.


Jess thought for a while.


You dont touch me, ok? I know karate Ill break you fingers and anything else.


Ok, ok.


And turn that grinning face away.


Sure.


On the other side of the house, in Jerrys bedroom, Chris and Jerry were listening to the action on an 
intercom. Jerry had his ear to the speaker while Chris lay over his back, trying to hear.


What are they saying? Chris asked, straining her ears.


I cant bloody hear with you yapping in my ear wait a minute Shh shes getting in the pool Ata 
boy Gray its gone quiet damn waters making too much noise theyve turned on the bubbles 
fuck, all I can hear is Niagara Falls, now.


You should have left the volume up, Jerry. Didnt you do a sound check or something? Chris asked him.


Hey! Im not a sound technician.


What do we do now? Chris said as Jerry turned his head. Chris pushed her cleavage into his face.


Mmmf Yum, Yum.


Part 7 follows


Katzmarek 


