A Song for the Dying - Stuart MacBride 6 стр.


Bear? Seriously?

Lunatics and idiots.

I sat. He showed me the deposition scene photos and a couple of statements. Said we werent bothering with the post-mortem and forensic results.

A clunk from behind the bar. There we go, that should do it. Huntly stood, then placed a bucket underneath the middle pump. Fingers crossed. He hauled on the handle and air hissed from the nozzle. The press conference should be starting about now: the remotes on the table if you want to do the honours?

I picked the thing up from the table, pointed it at the TV, and thumbed the power.

The screen flickered, glowed blue for a second, then filled with a grim-faced woman in a tight blue suit. just as the school opened, leaving six dead and thirteen injured. Police marksmen fired on the gunman who is believed to be in a critical condition at Parkland Memorial Hospital

Huntly gave another haul on the pump and water sprayed into the bucket. Success. Now all we need to do is clean out the pipes and get a barrel hooked up.

candlelit vigil on Wednesday. Glasgow now, and the hunt is on for three men who abducted and raped paralympian Colin

Alice swivelled her seat from side to side. I still dont understand why they didnt take you with them?

He stiffened for a moment. Then untucked his tie. Mr Henderson, theres a very good reason why were not using the operations forensic and post-mortem results: investigative bias. Its our job to remain objective, independent, and unsullied by operational preconceptions. I wouldve thought that was obvious.

I smiled at him. Let me guess, youre not allowed in front of the press, in case you come off as a pompous, arrogant, condescending arsebag?

are appealing for witnesses.

There are three Major Investigation Teams attacking the Inside Man problem. One from Oldcastle Division, one from the Specialist Crime Division. And we, he swept a hand across the bar, indicating the mothballed pub, are the Lateral Investigative and Review Unit.

in Oldcastle today. Ross Amey is there for us now. Ross?

A big man with long hair and a microphone appeared on the TV, the sign outside Oldcastle Force Headquarters just out of focus behind him in the dark. Thank you, Jennifer. They call him the Inside Man

Seriously? Three separate investigations?

Au contraire, Mr Henderson. Things have changed since you went inside to pleasure Her Majesty there is no Oldcastle Police Force, there is only Police Scotland. Technically all the MITs are supposed to work together, but in real life Operation Tigerbalm is one big bun-fight between Oldcastle and the Specialist Crime Division to see who has the largest penis. Look on it as the joy of being all one big happy family now.

discovery of a womans body last night by ambulance services.

And you lot?

No, not you lot, Mr Henderson, us, we. Youre part of the team now.

Whether I like it or not.

A lopsided shrug. Then Huntly pointed at the TV. Behold: the lies begin.

The screen filled with a long desk. An array of officers some in their dress uniforms, the others in suits sat ramrod-stiff behind it. The only one with all their own hair was a woman, blonde curls raked back from her forehead, what looked like a permanent frown tattooed on her face. A caption flickered beneath her chin: DETECTIVE SUPERINTENDENT ELIZABETH NESS, OLDCASTLE CID.

She cleared her throat. First I have to say that our thoughts and prayers are with Claire Youngs family at this harrowing time. Theyve asked me to read you the following statement. Claire was a sparkling person whose loss will haunt us forever

Alice wrapped her arm around herself, one hand fiddling with her hair, eyes fixed on the TV. Have you worked with Detective Superintendent Ness before, I mean is she going to be someone thats receptive to input from other-

No idea. Must be new.

ask that you allow us the time and space to grieve for our beautiful Claire

No idea. Must be new.

ask that you allow us the time and space to grieve for our beautiful Claire

The pubs inner door clunked open and a thickset woman in a vast padded jacket staggered in, laden down with pizza boxes. She had a woolly hat jammed down over her ears, face half-hidden by a knitted scarf. A plastic carrier-bag hung from one hand, swaying from side to side as she heeled the door shut behind her. Did I miss it?

Huntly pulled a pinstriped jacket from the back of a chair and slipped it on, completing the suit. Statement from the family.

Onscreen, Ness swapped one prepared statement for another. Three twenty-three yesterday morning, an ambulance responded to a nine-nine-nine call near Blackwall Hill

The woman in the padded jacket lurched across the room, the contents of her carrier-bag clinking against her leg. Its OK, I dont need any help

Sheila, my dearest lady, allow me to assist. Huntly took the top box off the stack and carried it over to the bar. Popped it open. The heady scent of garlic, onions, and tomato fluttered out, swirling through the air like trapped starlings. His shoulders dipped a notch. Oh. This ones vegetarian. Then he shut the box again.

pronounced dead at the scene. Thats all Im able to say at the moment, other than investigations are ongoing with assistance from our colleagues in the Specialist Crime Division and a team of independent experts.

Alice reached across and slid it down the bar towards herself. Thank you, Doctor.

Sheila lowered the remaining pizza boxes onto one of the tables and hauled off her gloves. Slipped her hands in between two of the cartons. God, its perishing out there A shiver. The scarf drooped, revealing a pair of round shiny cheeks and a small button nose. Then she stuck a hand out at me. Sheila Constantine, pathologist; you must be Henderson. Welcome aboard. You owe me twelve pounds sixty-three. She turned a scowl in Huntlys direction. Everyone owes me twelve pounds sixty-three.

will now take questions. Ness pointed at someone off camera. Yes?

A mans voice: Are you treating this as a copycat case, or is the Inside Man back again?

Huntly opened the next box in the stack. Are these all vegetarian? Because I specifically asked for a meat feast.

Sheila struggled her way out of her coat. Thats enough about your private life, Bernard, were about to eat. And before you ask: no, I wont take an IOU this time.

not willing to be drawn into speculation about whos responsible before weve investigated

I stuck my hand in my pocket. Looked at the boxes, then at Alice, then at the boxes again.

A little line appeared between her eyebrows. She nodded. Ill pay for Ash, as Im his sponsor, or maybe we should all chip in as a sort of welcome to the team and-

Ah, yes of course. Huntly slapped a hand against his forehead. Mr Henderson is just out of prison. Hes financially embarrassed. How very insensitive of you, Sheila. We shouldnt be speaking of money at a time like this!

Detective Superintendent, whos running the investigation here, you or Superintendent Knight? Doesnt the Scottish Chief Constable trust Oldcastle to-

Its standard operating procedure to have multiple Major Investigation Teams working together on a case like this, and I for one welcome any assistance offered when young womens lives are at stake. Do you think we should refuse SCDs help out of some twisted sense of pride?

I Well, no, but-

I will pursue and exploit every avenue available to me if I think it will help catch the person responsible for Claire Youngs death. Next?

Huntly moved on to another pizza. Ah, finally. Something with salami on it. He dumped the box on one of the pub tables and settled into a chair. He pulled a triangle of dough, cheese, and greasy meat from the carton and pointed at Ness with it. Good, isnt she? Promoted and transferred up from Tayside. Giving the local bumpkins a shake-up by all accounts. He stuffed a mouthful in and chewed. Eating with his eyes fixed on the screen. Then dabbed at the corner of his lips with a handkerchief. I did a case with her, back when she was a DS. Serial rape, very nasty You wouldnt think it, but shes quite the femme fatale when shes not wearing her game face.

Has the Inside Man sent another letter?

Let me repeat myself: were not speculating about whos responsible. Next?

Yes, but has a letter-

Next?

Dr Constantine pulled out a chair and sank into it. The thick layers of her padded jacket ballooned out around her. Ive checked with Ness and Knight we can have the deposition scene first thing tomorrow morning, and the body any time after two.

What kind of doll was it?

Were not releasing that information. Next?

Huntly took another bite. When do I get at the physical evidence?

Sheila scowled at him. Not till you pay for that pizza.

Oh for goodness sake

Was it a Tiny Tears, or a Baby Bunty doll?

Ive already answered that question. Next?

These independent experts, do they report to you, or SCD?

Ness looked off to the side. Detective Superintendent Jacobson?

Ah. Huntly plucked the remote from my fingers. Here we go. He turned up the volume.

The briefing room smeared across the screen as the camera turned, and there was Jacobson, standing off to the side, staring out into the pub. Hed put on a brown tie, but hadnt bothered with a suit, sticking with the tan leather jacket instead. My team are all at the very top of their field, each one hand-picked for their ability to bring decades of experience and a unique perspective to any case.

A moments silence. Then whoever asked the question in the first place tried again. Yes, but do you report to Oldcastle CID, or the Specialist Crime Division?

An excellent question.

More silence.

Er Would you like to answer it?

The Lateral Investigative and Review Unit will feed its results, through me, to whichever Major Investigation Team is best suited to act upon them.

Alice sooked the grease from her fingers. And now everyone thinks were in charge.

Sheila nodded. You were right. Good suggestion. The camera swung back for a reaction shot from the top brass: cue coughing and spluttering.

Then Ness pulled on a hard smile. Having worked with Detective Superintendent Jacobson on several investigations, Im pleased to welcome his LIRU team onboard.

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