Tony felt a warm rush of satisfaction. This was what he had craved for weeks now. Theres a service area a few miles down the road. Dyou fancy a cup of tea?
Detective Inspector Carol Jordan stared at the broken chaos of flesh that had once been a man, determinedly forcing her eyes to remain out of focus. She wished she hadnt bothered to snatch that stale cheese sandwich from the canteen. Somehow, it was acceptable for young male officers to throw up when they were confronted with victims of violent death. They even got sympathy. But in spite of the fact that women were supposed to lack bottle anyway, when female officers chucked up on the margins of crime scenes they instantly lost any respect theyd ever won and became objects of contempt, the butts of locker-room jokes from the canteen cowboys. Pick the logic out of that, Carol thought bitterly as she clamped her jaws tighter together. She thrust her hands deep into the pockets of her trench coat and clenched her fists, the nails pressing into her palms.
Brandon smiled, aware only of the voice. Touche. So, are you interested in giving us a hand?
Tony felt a warm rush of satisfaction. This was what he had craved for weeks now. Theres a service area a few miles down the road. Dyou fancy a cup of tea?
Detective Inspector Carol Jordan stared at the broken chaos of flesh that had once been a man, determinedly forcing her eyes to remain out of focus. She wished she hadnt bothered to snatch that stale cheese sandwich from the canteen. Somehow, it was acceptable for young male officers to throw up when they were confronted with victims of violent death. They even got sympathy. But in spite of the fact that women were supposed to lack bottle anyway, when female officers chucked up on the margins of crime scenes they instantly lost any respect theyd ever won and became objects of contempt, the butts of locker-room jokes from the canteen cowboys. Pick the logic out of that, Carol thought bitterly as she clamped her jaws tighter together. She thrust her hands deep into the pockets of her trench coat and clenched her fists, the nails pressing into her palms.
Carol felt a hand on her arm, just above the elbow. Grateful for the chance to look away, she turned to find her sergeant looming above her. Don Merrick towered a good eight inches over his boss, and had developed a strange hunchbacked stoop when he spoke to her. At first, shed found it amusing enough to regale friends with over drinks or the occasional dinner party when she managed to squeeze a night off. Now, she didnt even notice. Areas all cordoned off now, maam, he said in his soft Geordie accent. Pathologists on his way. What dyou think? Are we looking at number four?
Dont let the Super hear you say that, Don, she said, only half joking. Id say so, though. Carol looked around. They were in the Temple Fields district, in the rear yard of a pub which catered primarily to the gay trade, with an upstairs bar that was lesbian three nights a week. Contrary to the jibes of the macho men shed overtaken in the promotion stakes, it wasnt a bar Carol had ever had reason to enter. What about the gate?
Crowbar, Merrick said laconically. Its not wired into the alarm system.
Carol surveyed the tall rubbish dumpsters and the stacked crates of empties. No reason why it should be, she said. Whats the landlord got to say?
Whalleys talking to him now, maam. Seems he locked up last night about half past eleven. Theyve got bins on wheels behind the bars for the empties, and at closing time they just wheel them into the yard back there. Merrick waved over towards the back door of the pub, where three blue plastic bins stood, each the size of a supermarket trolley. They dont sort them out till the afternoon.
And thats when they found this? Carol asked, gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb.
Just lying there. Open to the elements, you might say.
Carol nodded. A shudder ran through her that was nothing to do with the sharp north-eastern wind. She took a step towards the gate. OK. Lets leave this to the SOCOs for now. Were only in the way here. Merrick followed her into the narrow alley behind the pub. It was barely wide enough for a single vehicle to squeeze down. Carol looked up and down the alley, now closed off by police tapes and guarded at either end by a pair of uniformed constables. He knows his turf, she mused softly. She walked backwards along the alley, keeping the gate of the pub in constant view. Merrick followed her, waiting for the next set of orders.
At the end of the alley, Carol stopped and swung round to check out the street. Opposite the alley was a tall building, a former warehouse that had been converted into craft workshops. At night, it would be deserted, but in midafternoon, almost every window framed eager faces, staring out from the warmth within at the drama below. Not much chance of anyone looking out of a window at the crucial time, I suppose, she remarked.
Even if they had, they wouldnt have taken any notice, Merrick said cynically. After closing time, the streets round here are jumping. Every doorway, every alley, half the parked cars have got a pair of poofs in them, shagging the arse off each other. Its no wonder the Chief calls Temple Fields Sodom and Gomorrah.
You know, Ive often wondered. Its pretty clear what they were up to in Sodom, but what do you suppose the sin of Gomorrah was? Carol asked.
Merrick looked bewildered. It increased his resemblance to a sad-eyed Labrador to a disturbing degree. Im not with you, maam, he said.
Never mind. Im surprised Mr Armthwaite hasnt got Vice pulling them all in on indecency charges, Carol said.
He did try it a few years back, Merrick confided. But the police committee had his bollocks barbecued for it. He fought them, but they threatened him with the Home Office. And after the Holmwood Three business, he knew he was already on thin ice with the politicians, so he backed down. Doesnt stop him slagging them off every chance he gets, though.
Yeah, well, I hope this time our friendly neighbourhood killer has left us a bit more to go on, or our beloved leader might just pick another target for his next slagging off. Carol straightened her shoulders. Right, Don. I want a door-to-door of the businesses, now. And tonight, were all going to be out on the streets, talking to the trade.
Before Carol could complete her instructions, a voice from beyond the tapes interrupted. Inspector Jordan? Penny Burgess, Sentinel Times. Inspector? What have you got?
Carol closed her eyes for a brief moment. Dealing with the recalcitrant bigots in the chain of command was one thing. Dealing with the press was infinitely worse. Wishing shed stayed in the yard with the grisly corpse, Carol took a deep breath and walked towards the cordon.
Let me get this straight. You want me to come on board for the duration of this murder enquiry, but you dont want me to tell anyone? The look of amusement in Tonys eyes masked his anger at the reluctance of influential policemen to accept the value of what he could do.
Brandon sighed. Tony wasnt making it easy for him, but then, why should he? I want to avoid any suggestions in the press that you are helping us. The only chance I have of getting you formally involved with the investigation is to persuade the Chief Constable that youre not going to be stealing the limelight from him and his coppers.
And that it wont become public knowledge that Derek Armthwaite, the Hand Of God, is turning to the mumbo-jumbo men for help, Tony said, an edge in his voice betraying more than he wanted to.
Brandons face twisted in a cynical smile. It was good to see that it was possible to ruffle that smooth surface. If you say so, Tony. Technically, its an operational matter, and hes not really supposed to interfere unless Im doing something thats counter to force and Home Office policy. And it is the policy of BMP to use expert assistance whenever it is appropriate.
Tony snorted with laughter. And you think hell accept me as appropriate?
I think he doesnt want another confrontation with the Home Office or the police committee. Hes due to retire in eighteen months, and hes desperate for the knighthood. Brandon couldnt believe what he was saying. He didnt even voice this kind of disloyalty to his wife, never mind to a virtual stranger. What was it about Tony Hill that had made him open up so swiftly? There must be something in this psychology lark after all. Brandon comforted himself that at least he had harnessed that something in the service of justice. So what do you say?
When do I start?
F ROM 3" DISK LABELLED: BACKUP. 007; FILE LOVE. 002
Even that first time, I planned the event more carefully than a theatre director plans the first production of a new play. In my mind, I crafted the experience, till it was like a bright and shining dream, there every time I closed my eyes. I checked and rechecked every choreographed move, making sure I hadnt missed some vital detail that would endanger my freedom. Looking back on it now, the mental movie I created was almost as pleasurable as the act itself.
The first step was to find a place where I could safely take him, a place we could be private together. I immediately dismissed my home. I can hear my neighbours squalid arguments, the barking of their hysterical German shepherd and the irritating thud of their stereos bass; I had no desire to share my apotheosis with them. Besides, in my terraced street, there are too many curtain twitchers. I wanted no witnesses to Adams arrival or his departure.
I considered renting a lock up garage, but rejected that for the same reasons. Besides, it seemed too seedy, too much of a cliche from the world of television and film. I wanted something in keeping with what was going to happen. Then I remembered my mothers Auntie Doris. Doris and her husband Henry used to farm sheep on the moors high above Bradfield. Then, about four years ago, Henry died. Doris tried to keep things going for a while, but when her son Ken invited her out last year for an extended holiday with his family in New Zealand, she sold the sheep and packed her bags. Ken had written to me at Christmas, saying his mother had suffered a mild heart attack and wouldnt be coming back for the foreseeable future.