Spaghetti Junction: Napoleon Clancy Books, #1
By James Dargan
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SPAGHETTI JUNCTION, A NAPOLEON CLANCY BOOK, VOL. 1
It's two men against a world of criminality
They're Batman and Robin without the masks, Don Quixote and Sancho Panza minus the windmills, Holmes and Watson with not a clue in sight. Meet Napoleon 'Nappy' Clancy - ex Birmingham bobbie and Cleveland cop, now a private detective trying to make ends meet - along with his 'sidekick', ex- Dublin guard Barry Fanning.
After months of inactivity and in need of cash to pay credit card bills and alimony for his kids in America, Clancy gets a phone call from a beautiful blonde, Clare Jameson, who needs someone to find her missing boyfriend, Roger Diamond, manager of a city centre nightclub. Clancy is up for the job, naturally. We follow him and the reluctant-to-get-involved Fanning as they enter the Birmingham underworld, full of dangerous people with dangerous intentions, until the trail leads the two private eyes to London and a strip club which holds a dark secret.
Will Clancy and Fanning solve the case and raise their reputations as private detectives?
'Spaghetti Junction' is a black comedy/crime thriller, and the first volume in a series of Napoleon Clancy books.
James Dargan
James Dargan was born in Birmingham, England, in 1974. Coming from an Irish background, he frequently writes about that experience. As well as England, he has also lived in the United States, Ireland, and - for the best part of fifteen years - in Warsaw, Poland, his home from home from home.
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Spaghetti Junction - James Dargan
1
I'm Napoleon Clancy. I know, first off’s the name. So how did I get it? Well, it was my old man’s fault. He was crazy about the French genius, and before I was born he'd been set on the name and fought with my old lady about it. She'd wanted something more traditional like Thomas or Francis or Peter, you know, after one of the Catholic saints. In the end, though, she relented, and my dad got his way. Okay, looking back I had a lot to deal with at school with all the mickey-taking and stuff, and I was always asking my dad if I could change it. But like he’d been with my old lady, he was exactly the same with me:
Yer goin' to love that name one day,
he'd said.
So, yeah, once again, just in case you didn’t hear me properly, I’m Napoleon Kevin Michael Clancy, Kevin after Saint Kevin of Glendalough, in County Wicklow, Ireland, close to where my old lady was born. Kevin's my middle name and Michael's from my Confirmation.
I’m a private detective, you see, ex West Midland’s police bobbie and Cleveland Police department cop back in the ol' U.S of A. I’m a bit short of work at the moment, though. I’ve got a small one-room office–come-flat off the Erdington High Street above a chip shop. I try to keep it quiet what I do with people I know.
The High Street’s all right during the day. But at night everything changes, though. It’s a rough place then, but the Old fucking Bill don’t seem to be able to do anything about it. I mean, the Cop Shop’s only a couple of hundred yards away, yet the coppers are always too slow to react if there’s a bit of aggro or if something kicks off in The Bald Lime, the High Street’s most infamous pub.
And that’s why I exist and started this little activity after I got back from America. I’m here to protect people. I don’t charge a lot, I’m affordable – so if you need help, and you’re desperate, and nobody else can help you, then maybe you should hire me, Napoleon Clancy.
I haven’t had a job in ages apart from little bits and bobs like following some poor bloke's bird he suspects is cheating on him, and I’m a bit skint at the minute telling you the truth.
I’m in my small flat above the chip shop and all I can smell is oil. It wouldn’t be too bad if it was curry – I love curry. I’m twiddling my fingers, reading The Sun.
I check my mobile. I haven’t had a call from a client in a month and it’s doing my head in. Times are desperate. More than anything, I’m praying for a bit of graft.
And then it happens, I don't know how, but it has: out from nowhere, my mobile rings – well it had to really or there wouldn't be a story. I pick it up. Fortunately it’s not my old lady or my brother or my ex-wife or the tax office.
ME (all official): Hello.
SPEAKER(woman’s voice): Is that Napoleon Clancy, private detective?
ME: Yeah... I mean yes... I’m Napoleon Clancy... Can I help you?"
SPEAKER: Hello. My name’s Clare Jameson... I’ve got a problem."
ME: Don’t we all.
CLARE: My boyfriend’s gone missing.
ME: Has he?
CLARE: Yes.
ME: And do you suspect foul play?
CLARE: I don’t know what to believe really... I need your help. I heard you’re good, Mr Clancy, really good..."
My ego flies on high when I hear that. Yeah, I’m so good I haven’t had a sniff of proper work in ages.
ME: So what do you want from me?
CLARE: Can we meet somewhere? I don’t like talking over the phone.
ME: No problem – when do you want to meet?
We arrange a place and time: today in a quiet café in town at three in the afternoon.
I forget to ask her what she’d be wearing, as then I’ll be able to recognise her – some private detective I am.
2
At a quarter to three I arrive at the café. It’s just off Broad Street and it’s a right funky little number. I order a coffee and sit down. I don’t drink tea much anymore – that's what living in America did to me: too much sitting in a patrol car, eating doughnuts and drinking coffee.
Three o’clock comes and goes. I start thinking that maybe this is some kind of a wind up and Barry – my partner of sorts – is having a laugh at my expense.
I phone Barry up just to check:
ME: Are you taking the piss or what, Baz?"
BARRY: Wha'...
Barry’s a big Dublin bloke who I’ve been working with on and off since I returned to Brum. He owns my local pub, but more about Barry later.
When all that’s been straightened out, just as I’m finishing the call, an attractive blonde bird walks in wearing a red dress that’d make Chris DeBurgh start singing that shite song all over again. She walks straight up to me carrying a file. I don’t know why she’s coming my way because she doesn’t know me from Adam. But maybe Adam's her brother so I don't say anything.
I stand up, as you do, trying to be a gentleman. I hope this bird’s Clare, she's fucking gorgeous.
I’m wearing a pair of blue jeans with a white shirt, smart casual.
Are you Napoleon Clancy?
she asks me.
Yeah I am.
I’m Clare Jameson. We spoke earlier.
We shake hands.
Can I get you a drink, a coffee or something?
A small latte, please.
I order her a latte and we sit down.
So, Miss Jameson-
Please, call me Clare,
she interrupts.
So, Clare, what seems to be the problem?
She sighs deeply, and begins:
It’s my boyfriend, he’s missing. I haven’t seen him for a few days now.
I take out my notepad and a pen from my jacket pocket. I’ve got to at least seem professional.
Where did you last see him?
At home.
Where do you live?
Sutton.
And you last saw him at home?
"Yes, before he went to work... It was on Saturday evening.
What does he do?
He’s a manager at a nightclub.
Which nightclub?
The Mercury Rooms in town.
The Mercury Rooms. Nothing surprises me. The Mercury Rooms is Birmingham’s equivalent to one of them casinos in Las Vegas in the 1960s and '70s – full of big-time gangsters and their coteries. I heard somewhere it’s the new hangout for some nasty Yardie cunts too. And not only that: drug raids, a murder that’s never been solved – so I heard – about ten years ago when a manager went missing and his body was found in a Manchester canal a few weeks later.
You know the reputation that place’s got, don’t you?
I say.
Well, I had my suspicions.
How long has he been working there?
Two years.
And how long have you been together?
Three.
I’m having my doubts we’ll ever see her boyfriend alive again.
And what about the police – why didn’t you go to them first?
I didn’t want to.
Why not?
I’m afraid.
Afraid of what?
A reprisal.
If he’s been kidnapped or taken or something – which we all hope he hasn't -
I begin delicately - then who do you suspect?
What do you mean?
she asks.
Do you have any suspicions to who could have done it?
A couple, yes, but that’s neither here nor there.
Who?
The club owner,
Clare says, taking a lipstick out of her bag. Yes, he’s a shifty one.
What’s his name?
Paul Goldman.
Jewish?
As Jewish as Steven Spielberg.
Spielberg’s not practising,
I say.
I didn’t know that.
And why do you suspect him?
Roger – that’s my boyfriend’s name – told me quite a few times he suspected Goldman was involved in organised crime in the city... He went on to tell me stories of Goldman’s activities from loan sharking to protection rackets to even drug dealing.
So what, Goldman told Roger this?
I don’t know... maybe,
Clare says, shrugging her shoulders.
This case could be exciting. I’ve never had anything with organised crime before, and though I know I could be heading into dangerous territory, I’m thrilled. Usually I have cases proving a husband's infidelity or checking up on someone for the social claiming sickness benefit when they doubt the person's sincerity.
So what is it you exactly want me to do, Clare?
I then say.
I want you to find my boyfriend.
And that’s it?
It’d do for now.
You know the kind of people were dealing with, don’t you?
I’m fully aware, Mr Clancy.
Call me Nappy, please,
I say with a smile.
Clare giggles.
What’s so funny?
I ask, though I know what it is.
It’s your name.
What... Clancy?
I say.
No, Napoleon – is it your real name?
Yeah.
Well, I have to say, Nappy, it’s quite unforgettable.
I’m glad it is... But if you don’t like it, you can call me the Emperor if you like,
I suggest with a smile.
Why the Emperor?
she says.
Well, he was an emperor, wasn’t he?
Who was?
The French bloke.
Which French bloke?
You know... Napoleon.
You mean Napoleon Bonaparte,
she says, pronouncing Bonaparte the way all English people do, as ‘Bonapart’.
You mean Napoleon Bonapar-te – he was Italian.
I didn’t know.
We then talk about the finer details: payment, requirements from the client’s side, and other things.
Here,
I begin, handing Clare my business card, take this... We’ll be in touch. I’ll send you an e-mail this evening about everything we’ve discussed.
All right,
she says.
Clare gets up, ready to leave.
Okay, Nappy, so I’ll speak to you later.
She begins to walk away.
One more thing,
I say.
Yes?
You said on the phone earlier I’m really good. Who told you about me – was it a recommendation?
Clare laughs, before saying:
It was a joke – I do hope you're good, Mr Clancy," she says as she walks away.
She’s some bird, a bird I definitely wouldn’t kick out of bed for farting on my face.
I’m alone now at the table in the café. I know she’s minted and that if I do a good job I’m going to be paid some clever money – thirty quid an hour isn’t bad to trace her boyfriend and I’ll try to milk the hours as much as I can. Even though I’m praying the poor bloke's alive, I don’t believe it. Yeah, I’m sure he’s dead, especially if he’s mixed up with them lot from the The Mercury Rooms.
After paying for the coffees, I head home.
3
Back in my flat, I switch on my laptop: I’ve got a lot of researching to do before I get down to all the nitty-gritty of proper investigating. But only half an hour in, I’m hungry.