The City and the City Part 10

"THIS IS f.u.c.kING BULLs.h.i.+T."

I walked back and forth between Gadlem's desk and the frozen car on-screen, the conveyance of the victim. "This is bulls.h.i.+t. We've been screwed."

"It is bulls.h.i.+t, he tells me," Gadlem said to the world. "He tells me we've been screwed."

"We've been screwed, sir. We need need Breach. How the h.e.l.l are we supposed to do this? Someone somewhere is trying to freeze this where it stands." Breach. How the h.e.l.l are we supposed to do this? Someone somewhere is trying to freeze this where it stands."

"We've been screwed he tells me, and I note he tells me so as if I am disagreeing with him. Which when last I looked I was not doing."

"Seriously what ..."

"In fact it could be said I agree with him on a startling scale. Of course course we've been screwed, Borlu. Stop spinning like a drunk dog. What do you want me to say? Yes, yes, yes this is bulls.h.i.+t; yes someone has done this to us. What would you have me do?" we've been screwed, Borlu. Stop spinning like a drunk dog. What do you want me to say? Yes, yes, yes this is bulls.h.i.+t; yes someone has done this to us. What would you have me do?"

"Something! There must be something. We could appeal ..."

"Look, Tyador." He steepled his fingers. "We are both in accord about what's happened here. We're both p.i.s.sed off that you are still on this case. For different reasons perhaps but-" He waved that away. "But here's the problem you're not addressing. While yes we can both agree the sudden recovery of this footage smells not a little, and that we appear to be bits of tinfoil-on-string to some malevolent government kitten, yes yes yes but but, Borlu, however they've come by the evidence, this is the correct decision." this is the correct decision."

"Have we checked with the border guards?"

"Yes, and there's b.u.g.g.e.r all, but you think they keep records of everyone they wave through? All they needed was to see some vaguely plausible pa.s.s. You can't argue with that." He waved his hand at the television.

He was right. I shook my head.

"As that footage shows," he said, "the van did not not breach, and, therefore, what appeal would we be making? We breach, and, therefore, what appeal would we be making? We can't can't invoke Breach. Not for this. Nor, frankly, should we." invoke Breach. Not for this. Nor, frankly, should we."

"So what now?"

"What now is you are continuing this investigation. You started it, finish it."

"But it's..."

"... in Ul Qoma, yes, I know. You're going over."

"What?"

"This has become an international investigation. Ul Qoma cops weren't touching it while it looked like a Breach matter, but now this is their murder investigation, on the what-looks-like convincing evidence that it occurred on their soil. You are going to get to experience the joys of international collaboration. They've requested our help. On-site. You're going to Ul Qoma as the guest of the UQ militsya militsya, where you'll be consulting with officers from their Murder Team. No one knows the status of the investigation better than you."

"This is ridiculous. I can just send them a report..."

"Borlu, don't sulk. This has crossed our borders. What's a report? They need more than a bit of paper. This case has already turned out to be more convoluted than a dancing worm, and you're the man on it. It needs cooperation. Just go over go over, talk them through it. See the b.l.o.o.d.y sights. When they find someone we're going to want to bring charges against them here, too, for the theft, the body-dumping, and so on. Don't you know this is an exciting new era of cross-border policing?" It was a slogan from a booklet we had received when last we upgraded our computer equipment.

"The chance of us finding the killer just dropped hard. We needed Breach."

"He tells me. I agree. So go and improve the odds."

"How long am I going to be gone for?"

"Check in every couple of days with me. We'll see how it goes. If it's stretching more than a couple of weeks we'll review-it's a big enough pain that I'm losing you for those days."

"So don't." He looked at me sardonically: What's the choice? What's the choice? "I'd like Corwi to come with me." "I'd like Corwi to come with me."

He made a rude noise. "I'm sure you would. Don't be stupid."

I ran my hands through my hair. "Commissar, I need her help. If anything she knows more about the case than I do. She's been integral to it from the beginning. If I'm going to take this over the border ..."

"Borlu, you're not taking anything anywhere; you're a guest guest. Of our neighbours. You want to saunter over with your own Watson? Anyone else you'd like me to supply? Ma.s.seuse? Actuary? Get this in your head: over there you're you're the a.s.sistant. Jesus, it's bad enough that you press-ganged her in the first place. Under what authority, please? Instead of focusing on what you've lost, I suggest you remember the good times you had together." the a.s.sistant. Jesus, it's bad enough that you press-ganged her in the first place. Under what authority, please? Instead of focusing on what you've lost, I suggest you remember the good times you had together."

"This is-"

"Yes, yes. Don't tell me again. You want to know what's bulls.h.i.+t, Inspector?" He pointed the remote control at me, as if he could stop me or rewind me. "What's bulls.h.i.+t is a senior officer of the Besel ECS stopping off, with the subordinate officer he's quietly commandeered as his personal property, for an unauthorised, unnecessary, and unhelpful confrontation with a group of thugs with friends in high places."

"... Right. You heard about that, then. From the lawyer?"

"What lawyer would you be speaking of? It was representative Syedr who was good enough to call this morning."

"Syedr called you himself? d.a.m.n. Sorry, sir. I'm surprised. What, was he telling me to leave them alone? I thought part of the deal was that he was never quite open about being connected to TCs. Hence sending for that lawyer, who seemed a tad out of the league of the tough guys."

"Borlu, I know only that Syedr had just heard about the previous day's tete-a-tete and was aghast to hear that he'd been mentioned, phoned in no small spleen to threaten various sanctions against you for slander should his name come up again in any such context, et cetera. I don't know and don't want to what led to that particular little investigative cul-de-sac, but you might ask yourself about the parameters of coincidence, Borlu. It was this same morning, only hours after your fabulously fruitful public argument with the patriots, that this footage popped up, and that Breach was called off. And no I have no idea what that might mean either, but it's an interesting fact, is it not?"

"DON'T ASK ME, BORLu," Taskin said when I phoned her. "I don't know. I just found out. I get rumours is all I get. Nyisemu's not happy about what happened, Buric is livid, Katrinya's confused, Syedr's delighted. That's the whisper. Who leaked what, who's messing with who, I don't have anything. I'm sorry."

I asked her to keep her ears out. I had a couple of days to prepare. Gadlem had pa.s.sed on my details to the relevant departments in Besel and to a counterpart in Ul Qoma who would be my contact. "And answer your d.a.m.n messages," he said. My pa.s.s and orientation would be organised for me. I went home and looked at clothes, put my old suitcase on my bed, picked up and put down books.

One of the books was new. I had received it in the mail that morning, having paid extra for expedited s.h.i.+pping. I'd ordered it online from a link on fracturedcity.org.

My copy of Between the City and the City of Between the City and the City was old and bruised, intact but with the cover folded back and its pages stained and annotated by at least two hands. I had paid an outrageous price for it despite these deficits because of its illegality in Besel. It was not much of a risk, having my name on the dealer's list. It had been easy for me to ascertain that the book's status was, in Besel at least, more a mildly embarra.s.sing throwback than due to any ongoing sense of sedition. The majority of illegal books in the city were only vaguely so: sanctions were rarely applied, even the censors rarely cared. was old and bruised, intact but with the cover folded back and its pages stained and annotated by at least two hands. I had paid an outrageous price for it despite these deficits because of its illegality in Besel. It was not much of a risk, having my name on the dealer's list. It had been easy for me to ascertain that the book's status was, in Besel at least, more a mildly embarra.s.sing throwback than due to any ongoing sense of sedition. The majority of illegal books in the city were only vaguely so: sanctions were rarely applied, even the censors rarely cared.

It was published by a long-gone anarcho-hippy press, though judging by the tone of the opening pages it was far drier than its florid, druggy cover would suggest. The print wobbled rather up and down the pages. There was no index, which made me sigh.

I lay on the bed and called the two women I saw, told them I was going to Ul Qoma. Biszaya, the journalist, said, "Cool, make sure you go to the Brunai gallery. There's a Kounellis exhibition. Buy me a postcard." Sariska the historian, sounded more surprised, and disappointed that I might be gone for I did not know how long.

"Have you read Between the City and the City?" Between the City and the City?" I said. I said.

"When I was an undergrad, sure. My cam-cover was The Wealth of Nations." The Wealth of Nations." During the 1960s and '70s, some banned literature could be bought bound in the stripped covers of legal paperbacks. "What about it?" During the 1960s and '70s, some banned literature could be bought bound in the stripped covers of legal paperbacks. "What about it?"

"What did you think?"

"At the time, that it was amazing, man. Plus that I was unspeakably brave to be reading it. Subsequently that it was ridiculous. Are you finally going through adolescence, Tyador?"

"Could be. No one understands me. I didn't ask ask to be born." She had no memories of the book, in particular. to be born." She had no memories of the book, in particular.

"I cannot f.u.c.king believe this," Corwi said when I called her and told her. She kept repeating it.

"I know. That's what I told Gadlem."

"They're taking me off the case?"

"I don't think there's a 'they.' But unfortunately, yes, no, you can't come."

"So that's it? I'm just dropped off?"

"I'm sorry."

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h b.i.t.c.h. The question," she said after a minute we'd spent without saying anything, only listening to each other's silence and breath, like teenagers in love, "is who would have released that footage. No, the question is how did they find find that footage? Why? How many f.u.c.king hours of tape are there, how many cameras? Since when do they have the time to go through that s.h.i.+t? Why this one time?" that footage? Why? How many f.u.c.king hours of tape are there, how many cameras? Since when do they have the time to go through that s.h.i.+t? Why this one time?"

"I don't have to leave immediately. I'm just thinking ... I've got my orientation the day after tomorrow ..."

"So?"

"Well."

"So?"

"Sorry, I've been thinking this through. About this footage that's just slapped us upside the head. Do you want to do a last little investigating? Couple of phone calls and a visit or two. There's one thing in particular I have to sort out before my visa and whatnot comes through-I've been thinking about that van swanning over to foreign lands. This could get you in trouble." I said this last jokingly, as if it were something appealing. "Of course you're off the case, now, so it's a bit unauthorised." That wasn't true. She was in no danger-I could okay anything she did. I might get in trouble but she would not.

"f.u.c.k, yes, then," she said. "If authority's stiffing you, unauthorised is all you've got."

Chapter Eleven.

"YES?" Mikyael Khurusch looked at me more closely from behind the door to his shabby office. "Inspector. It's you. What... h.e.l.lo?"

"Mr. Khurusch. Small point."

"Let us in, please, sir," Corwi said. He opened the door wider to see her, too, sighed and opened to us.

"How can I help you?" He clasped, unclasped his hands.

"Doing okay without your van?" Corwi said.

"It's a pain in the a.r.s.e, but a friend's helping me out."

"Good of him."

"Isn't it?" Khurusch said.

"When did you get an AQD visa for your van, Mr. Khurusch?" I said.

"I, what, what?" he said. "I don't, I have no-"

"Interesting that you stall like that," I said. His response verified the guess. "You're not so stupid as to out-and-out deny it, because, hey, pa.s.ses are matters of record. But then what are we asking for? And why aren't you just answering? What's the trouble with that question?"

"Can we see your pa.s.s, please, Mr. Khurusch?"

He looked at Corwi several seconds.

"It's not here. It's at my house. Or-"

"Shall we not?" I said. "You're lying. That was a little last chance for you, courtesy of us, and oh, you p.i.s.sed it up a wall. You don't have your pa.s.s. A visa, Any Qualified Driver, for multiple entry-reentry into and out of Ul Qoma. Right? And you don't have it because it's been stolen. It was stolen when your van was stolen. It was, in fact, in in your van when your van was stolen, along with your antique street map." your van when your van was stolen, along with your antique street map."

"Look," he said, "I've told you, I wasn't there, I don't have have a street map, I have GPS on my phone. I don't know anything-" a street map, I have GPS on my phone. I don't know anything-"

"Not true, but true that your alibi checks out. Understand, no one here thinks you committed this murder, or even dumped the body. That's not why we're ticked off."

"Our concern," Corwi said, "is that you never told us about the pa.s.s. The question is who took it, and what you got for it." Colour left his face.

"Oh G.o.d," he said. His mouth worked several times and he sat down hard. "Oh G.o.d, wait. I had nothing to do with anything, I didn't get anything anything ..." ..."

I had watched the CCTV footage repeatedly. There had been no hesitation in the van's pa.s.sage, on that guarded and official route through Copula Hall. Far from breaching, slipping along a crosshatched street, or changing plates to match some counterfeit permission, the driver had had to show the border guards papers that raised no eyebrows. There was one kind of pa.s.s in particular that might have expedited so uncomplicated a journey.

"Doing someone a favour?" I said. "An offer you couldn't refuse? Blackmail? Leave the papers in the glove compartment. Better for them if you don't know anything."

"Why else would you not tell us you'd lost your papers?" Corwi said.

"One and only chance," I said. "So. What's the score?"

"Oh G.o.d, look." Khurusch looked longingly around. "Please, look. I know I should've taken the papers in from the van. I do normally, I swear to you, I swear. I must have forgotten this one time, and that's the time the van gets stolen."

"That's why you never told us about the theft, wasn't it?" I said. "You never told us the van was stolen because you knew you'd have to tell us eventually about the papers, and so you just hoped the whole situation would sort itself out."

"Oh G.o.d."

Visiting Ul Qoman cars are generally easy to identify as visitors with rights of pa.s.sage, with their licence plates, window stickers and modern designs: as are Bes cars in Ul Qoma, from their pa.s.ses and their, to our neighbours, antiquated lines. Vehicular pa.s.ses, particularly AQD multiple-entry, are neither cheap nor effortless to get hold of, and come hedged with conditions and rules. One of which is that a visa for a particular vehicle is never left unguarded in that vehicle. There's no point making smuggling easier than it is. It is, though, a not-uncommon oversight, or crime, to leave such papers in glove compartments or under seats. Khurusch knew he was facing at the very least a large fine and the revocation of any travel rights to Ul Qoma forever.

"Who did you give your van to, Mikyael?"

"I swear to Christ, Inspector, no one. I don't know who took it. I seriously do not know."

"Are you saying that it was total coincidence? total coincidence? That someone who needed to pick up a body from Ul Qoma just happened to steal a van with pa.s.s papers still in it, waiting? How handy." That someone who needed to pick up a body from Ul Qoma just happened to steal a van with pa.s.s papers still in it, waiting? How handy."

"On my life, Inspector, I don't know. Maybe whoever nicked the van found the papers and sold them to someone else ..."

"They found someone who needed trans-city transport the same night they stole it? These are the luckiest thieves ever."

Khurusch slumped. "Please," he said. "Go through my bank accounts. Check my wallet. No one's paying me d.i.c.k. Since the van got taken I've not been able to do f.u.c.king anything, no business at all. I don't know what to do ..."

"You're going to make me cry," said Corwi. He looked at her with a ragged expression.

"On my life," he said.

"We've looked up your record, Mikyael," I said. "I don't mean your police police record-that's what we checked last time. I mean your record with the Besel border patrol. You got random audited a few months after you first got a pa.s.s. A few years ago. We saw First Warning marks on several things, but the biggest by far was that you'd left the papers in the car. It was a car at the time, right? You'd left it in the glove compartment. How'd you get away with that one? I'm surprised they didn't revoke it there and then." record-that's what we checked last time. I mean your record with the Besel border patrol. You got random audited a few months after you first got a pa.s.s. A few years ago. We saw First Warning marks on several things, but the biggest by far was that you'd left the papers in the car. It was a car at the time, right? You'd left it in the glove compartment. How'd you get away with that one? I'm surprised they didn't revoke it there and then."

"First offence," he said. "I begged them. One of the guys who found it said he'd have a word with his mate and get it commuted to an official warning."