City of Tiny Lights Page #2

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I hardly recognized it.

You got a f***in' pond.

No, it's a water feature.

Trust me man, women.

I wouldn't know.

I know you wouldn't, man.

Tommy f***in' Akhtar, man.

Come here.

- Sh*t, man, how you been?

- Good. You?

Yeah, all right.

I heard you became a detective.

Finding lost car keys

and missing dogs.

And the rest.

Come, man let's

get a drink. Jesus.

Hey, how's the old man?

Uh, prostate cancer. I moved

back to take care of him.

- F*** man, I'm sorry.

- It's fine. It's slow.

Doctors say something else

will kill him first.

If I stick around much

longer, it'd be me.

Cheers.

I always thought you'd uh, move out.

Pinner, Ruislip, one of them.

Ah, no, no, no. This is our

manor, right? We got to pull it up.

- Yeah, one water feature at a time.

- Yeah, exactly.

About your business partner,

Usman Rana...

He's dead.

What's going on?

I got a case looking

for a Russian hooker.

She was with him.

F***, Tommy.

All right, it's a mess.

It's a big f***ing mess, man.

Usman is my friend.

Well, he was.

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

Really, he was a good man.

But you know, he was

a loose cannon.

- He... f***ing hookers.

- Yeah,

I mean, f*** man.

How does that look?

And I'm trying to raise finance.

And now, I mean, f***.

You know, I could

do with your help.

Anything.

I need to find out what happened

for business,

but more importantly

for his family. All right?

If you could just like, keep me in

the loop, man. I'd appreciate it.

Of course.

You know, it's just like

the old days, innit?

Churchill Massive, right?

I'm not sure if you're

allowed to do that

once you got a water feature.

- See you, man.

- See you.

You know, listen,

You got a fag?

Still f***ing

bumming cigarettes.

Some things never change, innit?

Ah no, keep it.

It's all right.

I pretend I don't smoke and

she pretends she don't know.

Right. The key to a

successful marriage, yeah?

It really is, don't joke.

Take care, man.

Hey, um...

I... I saw your flowers today.

They were nice.

Yeah.

You went to the grave, yeah?

Yeah, it's the anniversary, so.

It's another life innit, really.

Hey, you need to let it go, yeah?

Okay?

- Um, be in touch

- Okay. Much love, man.

All right, Lovely.

What are you doing here?

I come for a ride, Tommy man.

I got to get the car back.

Can we go inside?

It's freezing.

Yeah, sorry.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

"Quite dead. As dead

as a doornail."

- Evening, Mr. Akhtar.

- Hello, Hafiz.

Your friend tells

me you're studying

"A Christmas Carol", Tommy boy.

You never told me.

"I wear the chain

I forged in life."

"I made it link by link,

yard by yard."

Episodic allegory.

Shell, come on.

We should go, yeah?

I got to get the car back.

I don't wanna go. I'm

talking to Mr. Akhtar.

Tommy will walk me.

Won't you?

What can I get you, sir?

Hello mate, have you

got Wild Turkey?

Yes, we do.

- Can I get a double, please. No ice.

- Yeah, sure.

Alex, can we check

these people to a table?

Follow Alex, I'll be

right back. Thank you.

Tommy.

- You said I should come by.

- Yeah.

So, I'm buying you a drink.

I'm working. I'm not able...

Right, yeah. Sorry.

Um...

Another time?

Another time.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

I'm working till midnight.

Maybe we could have a nightcap.

- Tomorrow's good.

- Okay.

Okay.

You don't talk much.

Sorry.

No, it's nice.

I just want someone to listen.

You know?

Yeah.

You better leave me here.

Mum doesn't like seeing

me with strange boys.

Am I a strange boy?

A little bit.

I don't give a f*** who you are,

it's my crime scene.

We'll take it from here, officer.

Yeah, well f*** you very much.

We've got it. Thanks.

- Hello?

- You all right, Cal?

Tommy. Where are you?

33p

Yeah, I'm across the canal.

2-6, CCTV needs a status.

The emergency call? God.

"It ain't our fault, mum."

I should've known.

"Will you please pursue, sir?"

Funny.

What's going on, Tommy?

By the time I got here,

the room was clean.

Clean?

Seal it banked.

Even the security cams are gone.

Spooks got on lockdown.

- Wh, wh, what spooks?

- SO15.

Counter f***in' terrorism.

You shittin' me?

You expecting trouble?

Always, Mr. Akhtar.

Call me Tommy.

I'm gonna change.

The living room's that way.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

Those bullets get

stuck in my hair.

I know the feeling.

So...

Did you um...

find Natasha?

No, not yet.

I found a client though.

- What'd he say?

- Not a lot.

He's dead.

Found him at the Holiday Inn.

Pretty messy.

I believe the term is

"blunt instrument".

You don't think that Natasha

did it?

F***.

Usman Rana. That name

mean anything to you?

You sure about that?

No, he was just another client.

All right. I'm gonna need to

have a look at her bedroom.

Yeah.

Why did she die?

I dunno. You were her

friend. You tell me.

I am her friend.

When you do this job,

some things...

Some things you don't...

Yeah. I know what you mean.

Pretty girl.

Who's that?

Her sister, I think.

Wouldn't have had you down

as the sensitive type.

Only when I shave.

Can I hang on to this?

Yeah.

All right.

I'll try to have

some more for you soon.

Okay.

Let's see that.

- Do you think he fancies her?

- What?

Well, you know what he's like.

I dunno. Maybe.

She's... I dunno, mate.

It'll be fine.

Don't know what I'll do, Tom.

Stu, you've got nothing

to worry about, mate.

Cheers, mate.

Come on then,

what do you got?

Spreadsheets innit, bruv.

Yeah accounts.

Yeah, it's Rana's company.

Why's he got them

on the phone, blud?

I mean just one file.

That's weird, fam.

Unless he's got

something to hide.

Yeah, look at this.

Yeah, 10K to the youth league.

That's a lot of cheddar, fam.

Swear, down this every month.

How come they stopped like

two month ago though?

What, you want a

reward or something?

Nah, man. Just

T.A. Confidential's in it.

Tommy and Av.

You get me?

Yeah, never mind that.

Who the f*** is the Islamic

Youth League?

Thank you, brother.

- As-salamu alaykum

- Wa alaykumu s-salam wa rahmatullah

Have a seat, brother.

I believe you wish to

discuss a donation.

What did you have in mind?

Um... Not a donation.

I wanted to speak to you about

one of your donors, brother.

Usman Rana.

I believe he has made

significant contributions.

Who are you, Mr. Akhtar?

Sorry.

I'm a private detective brother,

I'm looking into his uh...

his murder.

You know that, right?

All I know is that this society

is riven with false idols.

Sex, alcohol, drugs, money.

And every desire has its price.

Is that a confession?

It is the teaching of Allah.

Rana was with a girl. A prostitute.

I'm looking for her.

I can't help you.

Can I just ask...

Rana stopped making donations

a couple of months ago.

Did you two fall out?

Wasn't anything major, was it?

Just 'cause if it was,

it doesn't look great.

A high-profile Pakistani

businessman gets murdered.

It's all hushed-up.

SO15 all over it.

Geezer's connected to you.

You argue with said geezer

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