Jarkko Sipila - Vengeance
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Jarkko Sipila
Vengeance
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 20
CHAPTER 1
TUESDAY, 2:53 P.M.
HELSINKI AVENUE, HELSINKI
Suhonen glanced in the passenger side rear-view mirror of his unmarked Peugeot before making a quick shoulder check. Sitting in the left-turn lane near the Helsinki Botanical Gardens, the undercover detective had been waiting to turn toward police headquarters in Pasila, but had abruptly decided to continue along Helsinki Avenue.
The light for ongoing traffic was green and Suhonen scanned the tight line of cars behind him, waiting for a suitable slot. A red Volvo zoomed past and Suhonen judged the space behind it to be enough. He punched the gas and cut in front of a black Mercedes taxi. The gleaming sedan honked and Suhonen gave a friendly wave.
He passed Tl Bay on the right, its waters suffused with cool autumn sunlight. Behind the bay, about a mile off, the granite faade and copper apron of the Helsinki Central Railway Station stood out against downtowns low-lying skyline. September had been unusually warm for Helsinki, and scores of people had been about with shorts and mini-skirts on. Only recently had the frosty nights finished off the vivid display of fiery leaves.
The impetus for the sudden lane change was a baby-blue two-seater sports car, now heading under the railroad bridge a couple hundred yards up the road. Suhonen had noticed the Beamer back by the Opera House, but had initially ignored it. At the intersection, he had changed his mind.
About half a dozen cars stood between Suhonens gray Peugeot 205 and the BMW Z3 Roadster. Now there was one more, as the ruffled cabbie pulled ahead on the right and cut him off to make a statement. Good-more cover, Suhonen thought, though the driver of the Beamer probably hadnt even noticed him.
A red and white commuter train rumbled across the bridge over the road.
The BMW climbed the hill in the center lane. Suhonen guessed the car would hang left onto Sture Street at the Y-intersection up ahead. Only the right lane continued along Helsinki Avenue.
Suhonen dug his phone out of his worn and abraded leather jacket. His jeans were faded. A holster containing a small Glock 26 was strapped to his left side. His black hair was gathered into a ponytail and his face was shadowed with stubble, making him look older than his forty-odd years.
He called dispatch at Pasila and checked the registration for the BMW. The car had not been reported as stolen and a local leasing firm was listed as the owner.
No surprise, he thought. Not that he had assumed the car was hot-the driver, on the other hand, was another issue.
The Beamer continued along Sture Street past the Kulttuuritalo Concert Hall. The Peugeots radio was playing classic Finnish rock-Hassisen Kones 80s hit Walking Fever. Suhonens mind wandered back to his teenage years when he had gone with his best friend Salmela to see them play at the Concert Hall. Was that 1980? Maybe. A long time ago, anyway. For a couple of small town guys, it had been a lot of fun. Maybe a little too much.
He should call Salmela to see how he was getting along, Suhonen thought. Judging by the latest news, probably not so well.
The Beamer stopped at the lights at the intersection of Sture Street and Aleksis Kivi. A streetcar clattered by. Only the Mercedes taxi separated the two cars now, but its rear window was tinted enough that the target couldnt possibly make out Suhonen. He cozied right up to the back bumper of the taxi so he couldnt be seen in the side mirrors either, though the cabby probably took it as an affront.
Suhonen wondered where Mike Gonzales was headed in the Beamer. A few miles up, Sture Street led to the Lahti Highway.
A hunch had spurred Suhonen to trail this Gonzales, who had changed his legal name from Mika Konttinen, but Suhonen didnt plan to shadow him for long. All he wanted was to link Gonzales to some residence, office or other address.
Suhonen neared the bridge over Teollisuus Street, and the aroma of coffee poured out of the vents. As the coffee mill receded into the distance, Sture Street rose steeply to a bridge. The bridge connected the stone buildings of Kallio to the Vallila district. Up until the 1970s, Vallila had been a mixture of industrial buildings and old wooden dwellings. Most of the factories were either converted into lofts or demolished and replaced by apartment and office buildings. Its wooden houses, though, had been spared, and formed an idyllic enclave surrounded by modern construction.
The taxi changed lanes, leaving Suhonen directly behind the Beamer. He lagged back a little.
This Konttinen-Gonzales was an interesting character. The man owned a small temp agency. On a few occasions, the Financial Crimes Division had suspected him of money laundering and supplying illegal aliens for construction jobs. Though the firms books were turned inside out, Gonzales hadnt been indicted.
The baby-blue Beamer stopped at the lights on Mkel Avenue and its left-hand blinker went on. Suhonen thought for a second before deciding to stay on his tail. So far, they had stuck to major thoroughfares, where the traffic was heavy in the afternoon rush. On smaller roads, he would have never dared stay this close, but perhaps Gonzales wouldnt suspect the cops of following him in such an archaic way.
As an undercover officer in the Helsinki Violent Crimes Unit, Suhonen wasnt interested in petty financial crimes. A couple months prior, this Gonzales had attended the Skulls annual party. The Skulls were an outlaw biker gang, which had held its sixth annual bash in the summer, and this time the police had put it under photo surveillance. All fifty-plus attendees had been secretly photographed.
The big league hockey players and the B-list actors had been easy to pick out, but identifying the others had taken a lot of work. In the end, the cops had a comprehensive picture of the Skulls inner circle.
Gonzales was somewhat of a familiar character on the Helsinki party circuit, but that wouldnt have earned him an invite from the Skulls.
The lights changed and the Beamer turned left onto Mkel Avenue. It shot ahead, but Suhonen was in no hurry. The next light would be red anyway.
He figured hed follow the car a few more miles at most, then swing back toward Pasila headquarters. Maybe Gonzales wasnt up to anything-actually that was the most likely possibility.
The BMW continued northward along Mkel Avenue past an indoor swimming pool and the renowned Mkelnrinne Sports High School, which had graduated many top Finnish athletes.
Suhonen had fallen back a hundred yards or so, and three cars had filled in the space. The street curved gently to the right and the Beamers brake lights came on. Gonzales was set to turn left into the parking lot of the Velodrome cycling stadium, unless he was whipping a U-turn.
During his years in Narcotics, Suhonen had seen dealers try all kinds of surprise loops to shake off a tail. A proper surveillance operation had demanded at least ten officers, all of whom patrolled the area in zigzag patterns. Nowadays, technology made the job considerably easier. The police had only to fix a GPS tracking device to the target vehicle, or know the cell number of one of the cars occupants to know its exact location.
The BMW roadster waited at the tree-lined median for a break in the oncoming traffic. Suhonen continued onward and shifted into the right-turn lane at the intersection about a hundred yards up. There was no sign, but Suhonen knew the street led to the rear parking lot of the Katilopisto Hospital. He swung right, passed a line of parked cars for about fifty yards, and squeezed the Peugeot into the first available spot. Over his shoulder, he saw the Beamer continuing into the parking lot of the cycling stadium.
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