Clean Break - Val McDermid 16 стр.


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Ballantrae got up and took the video out of the machine. Take this one, he said. I can easily get Andrew to run me off another copy.

I took the tape and stood up. I really appreciated your help on this, I said. If anything else should come to mind that might be useful, please give me a ring. I fished a business card out of my bag.

What will you do now? Ballantrae asked.

Like I said, show the vid to Henrys staff. Im also hopeful that the story in the Chronicle might stir the pot a bit. The chances are that its not just the robbers themselves who know who they are. Maybe you should think about getting together with your insurance companies and offering a reward. It would make a good follow-up story for the paper and it might just be what we need to lever the lid off things. I was starting to gabble, I noticed. Time for a sharp exit. I ostentatiously looked at my watch. Id better be heading back to the wicked city, I said.

Youre sure youve got to go? Ballantrae asked with the pathetic eagerness of a small boy who sees his legitimate diversion from homework disappearing over a distant horizon. I could show you round the house. You could see for yourself where they broke in.

Amused, Ellen said, Im sure Ms. Brannigans seen one or two windows in her time. Turning to me, she added, Youre very welcome to stay for lunch, but if you have to get back, dont feel the need to apologize for turning down the guided tour of Dumdivies loot.

Thanks for the offer, but I need to hit the road, I said. This isnt the only case weve got on right now, and my partners out of the country. I really was withering now. I took a step toward the door. Ill keep you posted.

I drove back to Manchester on automatic pilot, my thoughts whirling. Shelley phoned at one point, but Im damned if I know what we talked about. When I hit the city, I didnt go to the office. I didnt want any witnesses to the conversation I was planning. I drove straight home, glad for once to find Richard was out.

My stomach was churning, so I brewed some coffee and made myself a sandwich of ciabatta, tuna, olives and plum tomatoes. It was only when I tried to eat it and found I had no appetite that I realized it was anxiety rather than hunger that was responsible for the awesome rumblings. Sighing, I wrapped the sandwich in clingfilm and tossed it in the fridge. I picked up the phone. Some money-grabbing computer took ten pence off me for the privilege of telling me Denniss mobile was switched off.

Next, I rang the gym. Don, the manager, told me Dennis had been in earlier, but had gone off a couple of hours ago suited up. If he comes back, tell him Ive been visiting the gentry and he needs to see me, double urgent. Ill be at home, I said grimly.

That left his home. His wife, Debbie, answered on the third ring. Shes got a heart of gold, but she could have provided the model for the dumb blonde stereotype. Id always reckoned that if a brain tumor were to find its way inside her skull, it would bounce around for days looking for a place to settle. However, I wasnt planning on challenging her intellect. I just asked if Dennis was there, and she said she hadnt seen him since breakfast. Do you know where he is? I asked.

She snorted incredulously. I gave up asking him stuff like that fifteen years ago, she said. Maybe she wasnt as thick as Id always thought. To be honest, Id rather not know what hes up to most of the time. Long as he gives me money for the kids and the house and he stays out of jail, I ask no questions. That way, when the Old Bill comes knocking, theres nothing I can tell them. He knows Im a crap liar, she giggled.

When are you expecting him back?

When I see him, love. Have you tried his mobile?

Switched off.

He wont have it turned off for long, Debbie reassured me. If he comes home before you catch him, do you want me to get him to give you a bell?

No. I want him to come round to the house. Tell him its urgent, would you?

Youre not in any trouble, are you, Kate? Debbie asked anxiously. Only, if you need somebody in a hurry, I could get one of the lads to come round.

Like I said, heart of gold. Dont worry, Debbie, Im fine. Ive got something I need to show Dennis, thats all. Just ask him to come round soon as.

We chatted for a bit about the kids, then I rang off. I knew I should go into the office and pick up Trevor Kerrs list of former employees, but I knew I wouldnt be able to concentrate on it. I switched on the computer and loaded up Epic Pinball. I thrashed the ball round the bumpers and ramps a few times, but I couldnt get into it. My scores would have shamed an arthritic octogenarian. I decided I needed something more violent, so I started playing Doom, the ultimate shoot-em-up, at maximum danger level. After I got killed for the tenth time, I gave up and switched the machine off. I know its as bad as it can get when I cant lose myself in a computer game.

I ended up cleaning the house. The trouble with modern bungalows is that it doesnt take nearly long enough to bottom them when you want a really good angst-letting. By the time the doorbell rang, Id moved on to purging my wardrobe of all those garments I hadnt worn for two years but had cost too much for me to dump in my normal frame of mind. A disastrous pair of leggings that looked like stretch chintz curtains were saved by the bell.

Dennis stood on the doorstep, grinning cheerily. I wanted to smack him, but good sense prevailed over desire. It seemed to have been doing that a lot lately. Hiya. Debbie says youve got something for me, he greeted me, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.

I backed off, letting him teeter. Something to show you, I corrected him, marching through into my living room. Without waiting for him to sit down, I smacked the tape into the video, turned on the TV and pressed play. I kept my back to him while the robbery replayed itself before our eyes. As the two burglars disappeared from sight, I switched off the TV and turned to face him.

Denniss expression revealed nothing. I might as well have shown him a blank screen for all the reaction I was getting. Nice one, Dennis, I said bitterly. Thanks for marking my card.

He thrust his hands into the trouser pockets of his immaculate pearl gray double-breasted suit. What did you expect me to do? Put my hand up when you told me what you was looking into? he said quietly.

Never mind what I expected, I said. What you did do has dropped me right in it.

Dennis frowned. What is this? he demanded angrily. You know the kind of thing I do for a living. Im not some snow-white straight man. Im a thief, Kate, a fucking criminal. I steal things, I have people over, I pull seams. How else do you think I put food in my kids mouths and clothes on their backs? Its not like Ive been keeping it a big fucking secret, is it? No, but

Whats wrong? Youre quick enough to come to me for help because I can go places and get people to talk that you cant. You think I could do that if I wasnt as bent as the bastards you chase? What is it, Kate? You cant handle the fact that one of your mates is a crook now youre faced with the evidence? I found myself subsiding onto a sofa. He was right, of course. Ive always known in the abstract that Dennis was a villain, but Id never had to confront it directly. I thought you werent doing this kind of thing anymore, I said weakly. You always said you wouldnt do stuff that would get you a long stretch again.

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Dennis threw himself on to the sofa opposite me. A grim smile flashed across his face. That was the plan. Then everything came on top, like I told you. Kate, I could get five for that. My kids shouldnt have to suffer because Im a villain, should they? I dont want my kids not being able to go to university because their old mans inside and theres no money. I dont want my family living in some bed-and-breakfast doss-house because the mortgage hasnt been paid and the house has been repoed. Now, the only way I know to make sure that doesnt happen is to salt away some insurance money. And the only way I know to get money is robbing.

So youve been doing these art robberies, I said. Thats right. Listen, if Id have known that youd done the security on Birchfield Place, I wouldnt have gone near the gaff. Youre my mate, I dont want to embarrass you.

I shook my head, If I recognized you, Dennis, chances are someone else might, especially if they put the tape on the box. He sighed. So do what you have to do, Kate. He met my eyes, not in a challenge, but in a kind of agreement.

You dont think Im going to shop you, do you? I blurted out indignantly.

Its your job, he said simply.

I shook my head. No its not. My job is to get my clients property back. Its the police that arrest villains, not me.

Youve turned people over to the dibble before, Dennis pointed out. You got principles, you should stick to them. Its okay, Kate, I wont hold it against you. Its an occupational hazard. You work with asbestos, sometimes you get lung cancer. You go robbing for a living, sometimes you get a nicking. Theres nothing personal in it.

Will you get it into your thick head that I am not going to grass you up? I said belligerently. The only thing Im interested in is getting Henry Naismiths Monet back. Anyway, youre only a small fish. If I want anybody, I want the whale.

Denniss lips tightened to a thin line. Okay, I hear you, he said grimly. I didnt expect him to fall to his knees in gratitude. Nobody likes being placed under the kind of obligation Id just laid on him.

So cough, I said.

He cleared his throat. Its not that simple, he said, taking his time over pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up. I havent got it anymore.

That was quick, I said, disappointed. From what Dennis had told me about his previous exploits in the field of executive burglary, it often takes some time to shift the proceeds, fences being notoriously twitchy about taking responsibility for stolen goods that are still so hot they risk meltdown.

Dennis leaned back in his seat, unbuttoning his jacket. A ready market. Thats one of the reasons I got into this in the first place. See, what happened was when I realized this court case wasnt going to go away, I put the word out that I was looking for a nice little earner. A couple of weeks later, I get a call from this bloke I know in Leeds. I fenced a couple of choice antique items with him in the old days when I was pursuing my former career. Anyway, he says hes heard about my bit of bother, and hes got a contact for me. He gives me this mobile phone number, and tells me to ring this bloke.

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