proof of it,â I replied.
âSure, everyoneâs corrupt. Everyoneâs afraid of the gangs. But somethingâs changed. Weâre not looking at the usual small-scale stuff. Weâre looking at something thatâs evolved suddenly onto another level altogether.â He paused and looked at me meaningfully. âA mysterious new gangâs recently started dominating and destroying the competitionâ¦â
Khety had always burned more brightly than me in his fascination with conspiracies and secrets, whereas I, the dogged detective, could only look at what was there before me and make my deductions accordingly. But the hairs on the back of my neck were prickling.
âIs this another of your extended conspiracy theories?â I said.
He looked around, and edged closer.
âItâs not a theory. Iâve been investigating this, and Iâve discovered a few things. No one knows anything about the gang behind these killings. The other gangsâtheyâre like cats fighting in a box because they have no idea who is doing this to them. At first they assumed it was the others, and so there were the usual tit-for-tat exterminations. But theyâve realized everyoneâs getting hit. Bit by bit, their organizations are being literally sliced away. Itâs some other gang altogether. And that really scares them. Whoever these newcomers are, they appear to be attempting to take over the entire opium trade in Thebes.â
âWhatâs your evidence?â I said cautiously.
âThe price of opium on the street has gone way, way down; and yet the quality is better than everâeveryoneâs going crazy for the stuff. And crucially, for the first time ever, thereâs as much available as anyone wants to buy. Which means this new gang has accessed a fresh supply route, which could only be the riverââ he replied.
âAnd therefore theyâre using the portsââ
âBubastis, perhaps, near the north-east border. And the shipments must come through Thebes. Not Memphis; itâs too dangerous, with the army all over the place. And so they must be paying people off, and not just border guards, import officials, local police and low-level people. The only way this could work is if they have influence at the highest levels .â
âThis is just supposition,â I said, deliberately pushing him. âEveryone knows the corruption stretches from the gangs to the nobles. Theyâre both getting rich, while everyone else gets poorer. Whatâs new about that? There was even a rumour, years ago, that Horemhebâs army was somehow involved in such a secret trade, but there was never any proof. In any case, thereâs not a thing any of usâcertainly not you or Iâcan do about it.â
He stared at me, shocked.
âThis could be the biggest case weâve ever worked on. It could make our careers. It could put you back on top. If we figure this out, if we can connect the gangs to the nobles via a new cartel trading in opium, smuggling it without permissions, then Nebamun will have to go on his knees and beg you to go back to work. You could make a real difference. A real change to whatâs happening. To whatâs going so badly wrong in this cityâ¦â
I felt the old, familiar surge of excitement rising within me. A new case. A new mystery to solve. But I squashed it down.
âListen carefully, Khety. Hereâs my advice, for what itâs worth. Forget the new opium gang. Forget it all. Go home. Work on something else, where youâre less likely to get your head chopped off. Thereâs nothing you or I can do that will make any difference to this. Itâs all been agreed at levels of power you and I will never reach. Anyway, donât people still murder each other in this city in the old-fashioned ways?â I said.
His face was dark with disappointment.
âIâm not walking away from