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  I shook my head. ‘Try again?’

  She snorted. ‘All right, Skinner. God, you’re a fuckin’ bastard. Ah do a few shifts in the saunas, when Ah’m needed.’

  ‘I didn’t know you were a qualified masseuse.’

  ‘Ah can massage a cock as well as most, although probably no’ as well as one of you polis shites.’

  Beside me, young Martin seemed to recoil with distaste. I saw his hand go, subconsciously, to the crucifix on his neck chain, as if he was warding off an evil spirit, and maybe he was. ‘Back to Marlon,’ I said. ‘You’re saying you haven’t seen him since Tuesday?’

  ‘That’s right.’

  ‘Does he often stay away for a couple of days?’

  ‘Naw, but he said that Mr Manson had gone tae Newcastle, so I suppose he’s gone too.’

  ‘He’d no other plans for Tuesday?’

  ‘None that he told me.’ Finally she seemed to realise that I was stringing her along; she folded her arms tight across her chest and glared at me. ‘Look, Skinner,’ she hissed. ‘What the fuck is this about?’

  She was a nasty, vicious cow from a family without a detectable moral code, but there is one part of the job that no cop ever enjoys; doesn’t matter who’s being given the news. ‘Sit down, Bella,’ I murmured.

  And she did, hard, on the leather settee. I didn’t have to say another word; she knew well enough, for she’d had the same news before. Under the tan her face went ashen, then her back straightened and her mouth set in a thin white line; but her eyes stayed dry. ‘What happened?’ she asked. The edge on her voice could have shattered diamonds.

  ‘He was found dead late this afternoon,’ I replied, ‘in the old swimming baths in Infirmary Street. We’re not certain how long he’d been there, but we think since Tuesday night.’

  ‘How did he die?’

  ‘It seems that he fell off the high board. Our guess is that he had help.’

  ‘Was it just him?’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘What about Mr Manson? Marlon wasnae just his driver, he was his minder as well.’

  ‘No, Manson wasn’t there; we still have to speak to him. But he’ll keep. Bella, do you know if Marlon might have upset him in some way?’

  ‘Naw. No chance of that. Marlon worships the ground that man walks on. And Tony,’ she corrected herself, ‘Mr Manson, likes him too. This is someone else.’ Her expression changed, turned into one of pure savagery. ‘That bastard Holmes! I should have done that fuckin’ job myself, no’ trusted our Billy!’

  ‘Stop right there, Bella,’ I warned her. ‘Whatever Holmes was in the past, he’s out of it now. The man can’t even wipe his own arse. Now, if you’ve got any idea who might have done this, tell us now, and we’ll nail them. But you do nothing yourself; you’ve lost enough of your family to the life you chose to live.’

  Her eyes blazed up at me. ‘Chose? You fuckin’ ignorant toffee-nosed bastard. You come and live here. You bring your family here and see what sort of a fuckin’ choice you’ve got.’

  I didn’t have a glib response to that one. All I could offer was, ‘People do move out, Bella.’

  ‘Aye, most of them in the back of a Panda car, the rest in boxes, like ma boys and ma brothers. Thank God our Mia’s made it.’

  ‘Where is she?’ I asked. ‘Married?’

  ‘She’s had better luck than that. She’s got a good job; she’s on the radio.’

  Back then, I was a cynic, so my life wasn’t full of surprises, but every now and then . . . I couldn’t hold back a gasp. ‘Eh? As what?’

  ‘She’s a presenter. A disc jockey, like. She calls herself Mia Sparkles. Watson or Spreckley didnae sound showbiz enough.’

  ‘Where? What station’s she on?’

  ‘Airburst,’ Martin volunteered.

  I looked at him. ‘Never heard of it.’

  ‘Maybe not, boss, but I’ll bet your daughter has. There were some new licences issued the year before last; it started broadcasting last August. They’re targeting a young audience. The advertising profile’s ten to twenty-five. It’s doing well, from what I’ve read. Mrs Watson’s daughter does what they call the “School’s Out” slot, three hours, four to seven.’

  ‘You sound like a regular listener.’

  He shrugged his shoulders, encased in a shiny new leather jacket. ‘Why not? I still fit their listener profile . . . just.’

  ‘Where can we contact Mia, Bella?’ I asked.

  ‘You don’t,’ she growled. ‘She’ll hear this from me.’

  ‘Were she and her brother close?’

  ‘Aye, of course they were.’ She didn’t convince me. If the family unit was so tight-knit, why was Mia missing from the sideboard?

  ‘Then we’ll need to interview her,’ I told her.

  ‘Well, you can find her at the station, I suppose. I’m no’ helpin’ yis.’

  On another day I might have pushed her harder, but I let it go. ‘We’ll do that. There’s something else; we’ll need a formal identification of Marlon’s body. Either you or Mia could do that.’

  ‘Ah’ll do it!’ she said, firmly. ‘Where is he?’

  ‘In the mortuary. We’ll take you there just now if you like.’

  She snorted. ‘Ah’m no’ leaving here wi’ you two bastards. Ah ken where it is. Ah was there before, for oor Billy, remember.’

  I nodded. ‘If that’s what you want. I’ll delay the post-mortem until ten tomorrow morning. Be there for nine thirty, please.’

  She stood, and we turned to leave. Unexpectedly, I felt a sudden rush of admiration for her stoicism. ‘Bella,’ I murmured, ‘I’m sorry.’

  She sighed. ‘No, you’re fuckin’ not. A year from now you’ll have forgotten about Marlon, just like everybody’s forgotten about poor wee Ryan, and ma brothers.’

  I didn’t tell her, but she was wrong. I’ve never forgotten, not a single one of them, nor any of the others.

  The young team was still outside, standing across the street from my car. I walked around it slowly, examining it. It was spotless; I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had polished it. I nodded approval.

  The leader walked across. ‘Okay then, boss?’

  ‘Fine.’

  ‘What’s in it for us?’

  ‘My appreciation.’ His eyes narrowed, angrily. ‘Listen, son,’ I went on, ‘and think about this. There are people in this street that are capable of killing you if they see you taking money from a cop. That’s one reason for my hand staying in my pocket. The other is that if I did pay your lot, you’d take it as a licence to extort money from any dumb stranger who parked here. I will give you this, though.’ Quickly, so that none of the others could see, I slipped one of my business cards into the pocket of his shirt. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked him.

  ‘Clyde Houseman.’

  ‘Well, Clyde, if it ever occurs to you that it might be a good idea to get out of this hellhole and get a life that gives you a chance to be different, you call me, on one of those numbers, and I’ll show you how.’

  I unlocked the pristine Beamer, started the engine, and drove off. In the mirror, I saw that Clyde was still looking after me as I turned at the junction and passed out of his sight.

  Three

  I dropped Martin at the St Leonards police office, where Jay’s team were based. I looked into the CID suite, but its detective superintendent was long gone, and the place would have been empty, save for a young woman PC who was covering the phones, Martin’s job, I guessed, if I hadn’t snaffled him.

  ‘When do you finish?’ I asked her. She looked at me, severely, as if I was going to ask her on a date. ‘Just curious,’ I added.

  ‘Officially I haven’t started yet,’ she replied. ‘I’m night shift, ten to six, but I got here twenty minutes early and DS Bryce borrowed me from the front desk.’ She was an attractive girl, in the same age bracket as Martin. Her hair was as distinctively red as his was blond.

  ‘Coke and Mars bars,’ I said.


  ‘Excuse me?’

  ‘Stock up with Coca-Cola and Mars bars. There’s instant energy in both. They’re murder on your teeth, but when you need them they help you make it through the night.’

  She threw me a sideways look; I guessed that she gave away her smiles reluctantly. ‘I’ll bear that in mind, Mr . . . Sorry, I don’t know who you are.’

  ‘Bob Skinner, DCI, until tomorrow morning, then it’s detective super. I work out of Fettes.’

  ‘Drugs squad, I assume,’ she added, solemnly. ‘That explains why you know a lot about stimulants.’

  ‘Most are legal, PC . . . ?’

  ‘Rose. Margaret Rose.’

  ‘Have a good night, PC Rose. When you feel your eyelids begin to droop, remember what I told you.’

  I told Martin to be at headquarters for half past eight next morning, and to be prepared to witness a post-mortem. ‘Have you been to one before?’ I asked, cautiously. I’d learned the hard way to stand well clear of inexperienced colleagues while watching Joe Hutchinson at work.

  He nodded. ‘A couple, with DI Higgins.’

  ‘See you tomorrow, then.’ I’d noticed before, the guy had vivid green eyes, unusual in itself, but these were really different.

  I must have been staring at him. ‘I wear contacts,’ he said. ‘They’re slightly tinted, for the sun.’

  It was pushing ten thirty by the time I got home, but barely dark, for high summer was approaching. Alison’s car was parked on Goose Green alongside my Land Rover, opposite the cottage. The curtains were drawn in the living room, but a silver sliver showed through a gap. There was no light, though, in the attic dormer, Alex’s room.

  I tapped my watch as I walked in. ‘What’s this?’

  As a teenager, my daughter set her own hours, within limits, but she tended to begin the process of bedding down for the night around ten o’clock. ‘I couldn’t let Alison sit on her own, could I?’ she declared.

  ‘Maybe not, but she’s not on her own now.’

  ‘Okay.’ She jumped out of my armchair. ‘Goodnight, Alison, goodnight, Pops.’ She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed for the stairs.

  ‘Thanks,’ I said, as soon as the living-room door closed, ‘a million thanks.’

  ‘Don’t mention it,’ Alison replied. ‘I should be thanking you.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘You could have sent me to see the bereaved mother, instead of doing it yourself.’

  ‘If I’d done that, I’d have had to second you to Serious Crimes.’

  She was holding a mug in both hands; she raised it and took a sip. ‘But you’re not going to?’

  ‘No, I’ve got a DI there already; besides, I’ve already made up my mind to take young Martin from your squad. If I said I wanted you as well, Jay would scream bloody murder.’

  ‘You were hard on my boss tonight,’ she murmured.

  ‘Your boss is a double-dyed, chromium-plated shite, and you know it. If he ever gets to be head of CID, we’re all fucked.’

  ‘Do you think he might?’

  I grinned, and winked at her. ‘Not a chance.’ I walked into the kitchen; Alison rose from her seat and followed me. I took two bottles of Becks from the fridge, popped the caps and handed one to her.

  She smiled as she laid down the mug and took it from me ‘You know, Bob, you can be really devious, when you set your mind to it.’

  ‘Now what does that mean?’

  ‘Cunning, crafty, wily, Machiavellian; I could go on.’

  ‘I know what the bloody word means, woman; I’m asking why you’re hanging it round my neck.’

  ‘Because you’re an operator. You make things happen without people knowing that your hand’s behind them . . . at least you don’t think they know. You’re driven by ambition, and you won’t let anyone stand in your way. I’ll bet you’ve got your whole career planned out.’

  I took her hand and led her back through to the living room, sat on the sofa and drew her down beside me. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I haven’t. But Alf Stein and the chief have; they spelled it out for me yesterday. I do two years in this new job, then I make chief super. I go back into uniform for a year, or do a secondment somewhere . . . James Proud has contacts that you would not believe . . . then Alf retires and I succeed him. After that . . . they did not elaborate.’ I put an arm around her shoulders, and she settled in against me. ‘But honest to Christ, Alison, it’s their plan, not mine. I don’t suffer fools, and I cut corners when I have to, but I’d never stand on anyone to get to the top.’

  She squeezed my hand. ‘I didn’t mean that you would. I was talking about me. You got me off the drugs squad, didn’t you? My move back into mainstream CID, you told me it was routine, career development, but it wasn’t, was it? You guys in specialist units, you can do what you bloody like; I’ve seen you. You had me moved.’

  She had me there. ‘Yes, I did,’ I admitted. ‘Confession time; I fixed it up. But you know why. I don’t have to spell that out for you, do I?’

  ‘Maybe not, but Bob, I’ve hardly seen you since. I know it’s difficult for you domestically, but. . .’

  ‘You were the one who told me it wasn’t going anywhere,’ I reminded her. ‘I distinctly remember you saying that, one lunchtime at your place.’

  ‘Maybe so, but . . . Bloody men! I didn’t mean you to take me so literally. Whoever said that I wanted it to go anywhere beyond where it was. I don’t want to marry you, Bob, don’t worry about that, but the way it was between us, it suited me. Now I feel as if you’ve dropped me.’

  I ran my fingers through her hair; it was dark, but with blond highlights. ‘Don’t think that, Ali, not for a minute. Look, you see the way I am here; you see the way Alex and I are. I’ve always tried to keep my life with her separate from everything else, and I’ve succeeded. I wouldn’t have brought her with me tonight if I’d had any other option. Well, maybe I did, maybe I could have told Jay to fuck off, that I’d look at his body in the morning.’

  ‘No, you couldn’t,’ she contradicted me. ‘It’s against your nature.’

  ‘Be that as it may, one side effect of us being in different offices . . . our thing started out of proximity, and that way it was easy to maintain, but . . .’

  Her gaze dropped to her lap. ‘I get it. You only want low-maintenance women.’

  ‘No! Fuck, I’m tripping over myself here. What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry I’ve neglected you, and now you think I’ve dumped you, but I haven’t. You want proof, yes, I could have told you and Martin to go and see Bella yourselves, but I didn’t. I wanted you to be here when I got back.’ I nudged her. ‘See, you’re right; I am a devious bastard.’

  ‘Well, you got what you wanted. Now I must be going.’ She made as if to rise, but I held on to her.

  ‘You’re not going.’ I tapped the empty bottle in her hand. ‘We both knew that, when you took that beer.’

  ‘But Alex . . .’

  ‘Sleep in the spare room if you like, but as you drop off think on this: my daughter tried to pair me off with her auntie earlier on tonight because she couldn’t think of anyone else suitable. If you’re still here in the morning, you’ll see those blue eyes of hers light up.’

  Four

  And did they ever, when she came into the kitchen in her dressing gown and saw Alison cramming a slice of toast into her face, as she slipped on her jacket. No, she hadn’t slept in the spare room, but she had gone in there, crumpled the sheets and punched a head-sized hole in one of the pillows. She was gone by seven thirty; I spent the next fifteen minutes before Daisy arrived waiting for the cross-examination, but it didn’t happen. It was only when I was leaving myself that Alex whispered, ‘She’s nice.’

  I had reached the Land Rover when something that had slipped my mind slipped back in. I went back to the cottage. ‘Hey, kid,’ I called out from the door. ‘Does the name Mia Sparkles mean anything to you?’

  She stepped into the hall from the living room. ‘Yes! Airburst FM. She’s
good!’

  ‘How does she sound?’

  ‘Smooth . . . but not too smooth, not phoney. Plays really good music. Why, Dad?’

  ‘I’m probably going to be meeting her today, that’s all.’

  ‘Get me an autographed photo.’

  My new team was ready and waiting when I walked into the Serious Crimes office for the first time as their leader. I’d been presented to them the day before by Alf Stein, but none of them were strangers to me. The DI was a sound, forty-ish guy called Graham Leggat . . . everybody called him Fred; he told me why once, but I can’t remember now . . . I had a DS named Jeff Adam, who had ‘competent’ stamped all over him, and a couple of time-serving DCs, Macken and Reid. They were all wondering who Martin and McGuire were, and what they were doing there. I explained what had happened the evening before, and that the pair had become caught up in it.