Jennison had returned, carrying the ram. He was slightly out of breath. Outside, with the mist turning even the short journey from front door to car into a ghostly gauntlet run, he hadnt been tempted to hang about.
All right, which of you two still has something resembling muscle under the flab?
Al had a trial for the Bulls, said Jennison.
That right, Alan? Lets see you in action then.
The constable hit the woodwork four or five times with the ram with no visible effect except on himself.
They knew how to make doors in them days, he gasped.
They knew how to make policemen too, growled Bonnick. Give it here.
He swung it twice. There was a loud splintering. He gave Maycock a told-you-so look.
Yeah, but I weakened it, protested the constable.
Lets see whats inside, shall we? said Bonnick.
He raised his right foot and drove it against the door. It flew open. Light from the landing spilled into the room.
Oh Jesus, said Bonnick.
But Jennison, whose fear of the supernatural was compensated for by a very relaxed attitude to real-life horror, exclaimed, Ee bah gum, hes made a reet mess of himself, hasnt he, Sarge!
7
The company of her stepdaughter was always a delight to Kay Kafka. They shared an affection which went all the deeper because it involved neither the constraints of blood nor the coincidence of taste and opinion. Indeed, during these regular Wednesday evening encounters, they rarely strayed nearer the harsh realities of existence than a discussion of films and fashions and local gossip, but what might (in Kays case at least) have been tedious in the company of another was here rendered delightful by the certainty of love.
In recent months, however, the approach of harsh reality in the form of the soon-to-be-born children had provided another topic, which could have kept them going for the whole visit if theyd let it. Even here, there wasnt much harshness in evidence. It had been so far a comparatively easy pregnancy, and, bulk apart, Helen seemed to be enjoying her role as serenely glowing mother-in-waiting. So they would move easily over the wide range of pleasurable preparations for the great day-baby clothes, pushchairs, nursery decoration and, of course, names. Here Helen was adamant. Superstitiously shed refused all offers to identify the gender of the twins, but if one were a girl, she was going to be called Kay.
And I dont care what you say, she went on, theyre both going to call you grandma.
Which had brought Kay as close to tears as shed been for a long while. Shed told the children to call her Kay when she married their father. The two elder ones did their best to avoid calling her anything polite, but Helen was young enough to want, eventually, to call her mum. Realizing the problem this would give the girl with her brother and sister, Kay had resisted.
I want to be her friend, she explained to her husband. The ladys not for mummification.
But she never explained to him just how very hard it was for her to resist.
Grandma was different. She had no resistance to offer here. And even if she had, she doubted if it would have made a difference. Helen had powers of obduracy which could sometimes surprise. In this at least she resembled her dead father.
So shed smiled and embraced the girl and said, If thats what you want, thats what Ill be. Thank you.
It had been a good moment. One of many on these Wednesday evenings. But tonight seemed unlikely to contribute more. Somehow Jasons phone call had disturbed the even flow, then the fog delayed the pizza delivery and when they finally turned up, they were what Kay called upper-class anglicized-pale, lukewarm and flaccid with not much on top. But the real downer was the fact that, as she entered the finishing straight of her pregnancy, it seemed finally to be dawning on Helen that the birth of the twins wasnt just going to be a triumphal one-off champagne-popping occasion for celebration, it was going to change the whole of her life, for ever.
Kay tried to be light and reassuring but the young woman was not to be jollied.
Now I know why you would never let me call you mum, she said. Because it would have made you my prisoner.
Jesus, Helen, exclaimed Kay. What a weird thing to say.
Jesus, Helen, exclaimed Kay. What a weird thing to say.
I come from a weird family, said Helen. You must have noticed. Talking of which, I wonder if Pal turned up.
On cue the answer came with the sound of the front door opening. A moment later Jason looked into the room. In his mid-twenties, six foot plus, blond, beautifully muscled and with looks to swoon for, he could have modelled for Praxiteles. Or Leni Riefenstahl. If his genes and Helens melded right, these twins should be a new wonder of the world, thought Kay, smiling a welcome.
Hi, Kay, he said. Its all right, sweetie, Im not going to disturb you. Any word from Pal?
No, nothing. He didnt show at the club then?
No. What the hells he playing at? I hope nothings wrong.
The phone rang.
He said, Ill get it, and retreated to the hall, closing the door firmly behind him.
Whys he so worried? said Helen irritably. Its not as if Pal was ever the most reliable of people.
Oh, I always found him pretty reliable, said Kay sardonically.
She regretted it as soon as she said it. Family relationships were a no-go area, again one of her own choosing. Many times in the past it would have been easy to swing along with Helen as she took off in a cadenza of indignation at the attitude and behaviour of her siblings, but, as shed explained to Tony, In the end, theyre blood family, Im not, and nothings going to change that. To which hed replied in his mafiosa voice, Yeah, family matters. You may have to kill em, but you should always send a big wreath to the funeral. Its the American way. Thats one of the things I miss, being so far from home.
She sometimes thought Tony made a joke of things to hide the fact he really believed them.
Helen gave her a sharp look and said, OK, I know hes been an absolute bastard with you-me too-but things change and lately youve got to admit hes been trying. These games of squash with Jase, a year ago that wouldnt have been possible, but its a kind of rapprochement, isnt it? You know Pal, he would never just come straight out and say, Lets forget everything and start over, hed have to come at you sideways.
Sideways. From above, beneath, behind. Oh yes, she knew Pal.
She smiled and said, Yes, the games obviously mean a lot to Jason. And no one likes being stood up.
Through the closed door they heard the young mans voice rise. They couldnt make out the words but his intonation had alarm in it.
He came back into the room.
Ive got to go out again, he said.
He was making an effort to sound casual but his fresh open face gave the game away.
Why? Whats happened? demanded Helen.
Nothing, he said. Then, seeing this wasnt a sufficient answer, he went on, It was Sue-Lynn wanting to know if Id heard anything yet. The police just rang her. They wanted to contact Pal as the keyholder of Moscow House. They wouldnt give any details, but its probably just a break-in, or vandalism. You know what kids are like. I blame the teachers.
His attempt at lightness fell flat as an English comic telling a kilt joke at the Glasgow Empire.
So where are you going? asked Helen.
Sue-Lynn said shes going down to Moscow House. I thought maybe I should go too. She sounded upset.
Since when did you give a damn how Sue-Lynn sounded? demanded his wife.
Kay said, No, youre quite right, Jase. Its probably nothing, but just in case Hang on, Ill come with you.
She stood up. Helen rose too, rather more slowly.
All right, well all go, she said.
Helen, love, dont be silly, protested Jason. In your condition
Im pregnant, she snapped, not a bloody invalid. And Pals my brother.
There we go, thought Kay. Blood.
She said brightly, This can hardly have anything to do with Pal if the police are trying to get hold of him as the keyholder, can it?
It rang as true as a British Euro.
All right. Come on, said Jason, who knew when argument was useless.
They got their coats and went out. It took some time to ease Helen into the car, even though it was a big Volvo estate. Jasons beloved MR2 had gone in the fourth month of pregnancy when hed had to admit its impracticality as a vehicle for his expanding wife and his imminently expanding family.
Finally they were on their way.
Kay looked back at the house as they passed through the gateway. Even at this short distance the mist made it look different, strange, unattainable.
For whatever reason, she found herself thinking that these cosy Wednesday evenings were over for ever.
8
Whats keeping the useless bastard? Ellie Pascoe asked herself.
Anything less serious than a terrorist attack necessitating the sealing off of the city centre would be paid for with bitter rue.
She glanced surreptitiously at her watch.
It was a mistake.
The thing about Cressidas pounce was that, though you knew it was coming, it always took you by surprise.
One moment she was sitting opposite, attempting to squeeze a final drop out of the now empty bottle, the next she was on the arm of Ellies chair, pinning her down with the expertise of a pro wrestler and trying to thrust her tongue down Ellies throat.
Unable to move and unable to speak, Ellie did the only thing left to her. She bit.
Christ Almighty! exclaimed Cress, jerking her head back. So you like it rough? Suits me.
The door bell rang.
And kept on ringing.
One thing about a cop, he might come late, but when he arrived you knew he was there.
Who the hell is that? said Cressida angrily.
Her body-lock grip relaxed sufficiently for Ellie to counterattack. She rolled Cressida off the arm of the chair and rose to her feet.
Dont know, she said, but I dont think hes going to go away.
She headed for the door and opened it. Her husband stood there, framed in thick mist, like a visitor from another world.
Hello, darling, she said, her voice bright, her eyes brighter as they flashed Where the hell have you been? Youre a bit early. We havent even eaten yet.
Sorry, bit of an emergency. I rang home to check things, and the sitters not feeling too well. Unfortunately somethings come up at work and Im going to be a bit tied up myself, so I thought Id better get you there.