by Tony Black
‘Think about your heart,’ yelled McCormack. ‘You’re not supposed to get overexcited.’
‘Over excited, she can count herself lucky if I don’t go off like a bloody Exocet missile.’
McCormack reached out and grabbed the detective by the hand. ‘Bob, please, I’m saying this for you, calm down.’
Valentine looked at his hand, held tight in McCormack’s, and jerked it away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to touch him, but that he was shocked by the sentiment, the obvious concern on show.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,’ said McCormack.
‘It’s not that. I’m just more used to my warnings being shouted at me.’
‘Shouting isn’t going to solve anything.’
‘That sounds like something I’d say to you.’ He leaned against the wall and tugged at his tie, unbuttoned his collar. ‘Look at me, getting all worked up.’
‘You’re the one that also told me Dino doesn’t take confrontation well. I’m thinking about the case, too.’
‘I’m sorry, Sylvia, I know everyone’s put a lot of work in, it’s just that you and I both know Sandra Millar didn’t kill Tulloch.’
A brisk nod. ‘It suits Dino, though, helps her clean-up rate and keeps the army sweet, avoids a whole bunch of trouble.’
‘Ah, well …’
McCormack stepped back, steadied herself on the banister. ‘Oh, Christ, you haven’t told her about Phil and Ally’s informant, have you?’
‘I was going to do it today, after we’d seen Brogan. I didn’t bloody well expect her to call a press conference the moment I stepped out the office.’
She rolled her gaze to the ceiling. ‘Oh, God, it’s going to be worse than I thought.’
‘Don’t worry about it. Just keep my back, all right?’
‘I’ve always got your back.’
The DI proceeded to the chief super’s office, his jaw clenched tight. There was a burning sensation rising from his stomach into his chest, like he’d tried to swallow something bitter, impossible to digest. As he reached the door and eyed the brassy nameplate, he halted and drew breath. His breathing was heavy now, he tried to find a steady pattern but it was impossible.
‘Want me to knock?’ said McCormack.
Valentine shook his head, raised his fist to the door, however before he got a chance to knock he heard peals of laughter on the other side – it was enough to prompt him to grab the handle and enter unannounced.
‘Oh, hello, Bob.’ CS Martin managed to attain her most smarmy demeanour in only three words. She didn’t rise from behind her desk.
As Valentine gazed around the office he saw Major Rutherford sitting in front of Martin, a glass of something was perched on his knee, the ice inside rattled annoyingly. Eddy Harris sat nearby, looking a lot cockier than when Valentine had left him with a list of chores this morning. As the DI caught Harris’s glare he nodded and spoke, raised a glass. ‘Hello, Bob.’
Valentine withdrew his gaze but didn’t reply, instead he approached the chief super’s desk and leaned into her face. ‘Sorry to interrupt your wee soirée but I think we should have a talk, in private.’
Martin’s smile grew. ‘I’m presuming you caught the lunchtime news, Bob.’
‘You’ve made a very big mistake. Sandra Millar never killed anyone.’
‘That’s where you’re wrong, Bob, we have the forensic evidence.’ She reached for a blue folder on the edge of her desk. ‘Read it and weep.’
‘I don’t care what it says, she didn’t do it.’
Martin snatched back the folder, ‘Look, the boffins found blood and tissue beneath the knife’s handle, and some of it’s Tulloch’s. And they’ve successfully matched a partial print from the same handle to Sandra Millar, that sounds like a closed case to me, Bob.’
‘Some of it? Are you saying Sandra Millar’s isn’t the only DNA on there?’
‘It’s enough to convict.’
‘Well, maybe that’s so, but I have specific evidence tying Tulloch to another suspect and testimony of police malpractice that I’d really like to raise with you in private, now, if you please.’
Martin’s face changed shape, the smile slipped away. She peered over Valentine’s shoulder towards DS McCormack. ‘Are you in on this, Sylvia?’
‘Yes, I am.’
‘I had you down for a smart lassie as well,’ said Martin. ‘That doesn’t require a reply … And neither does your statement, Bob. Now, what exactly are you on about?’
Valentine pushed himself off the desk and addressed the others in the room too. ‘If that’s the way you want it then fine by me. It’s probably better these two hear what I’ve learnt about them face to face anyway.’
Rutherford spoke: ‘What’s he saying?’
‘Oh, come on, Tom,’ said Valentine. ‘You didn’t really think that I wouldn’t find out about Tulloch and Finnie’s discharge in such shady circumstances …’
Rutherford leaned forward, placed his glass on the desk but didn’t speak.
Valentine turned to Martin. ‘Alleged rape and murder of a civilian whilst on tour in Helmand Province, Afghanistan.’
‘Not proven, I hasten to add,’ said Rutherford.
‘But presumably proven beyond the reasonable doubts of the regiment’s top brass who punted them onto civvie street in a flash.’
CS Martin interrupted, ‘What’s all this about, Tom?’
‘It’s nothing, a silly coincidence.’
‘It’s no coincidence that Finnie registered complaints with us about Tulloch’s stalking. Followed him around like a man with a grudge, even took a job in the same nightclub and picked a fight with him.’ Valentine was enjoying watching Rutherford’s reaction.
‘Is this true?’ said Martin.
‘Well, there’s truth and there’s stretching the actualité,’ said Rutherford.
Martin got out of her seat and walked to the other side of the desk. ‘Is this true? Did you kick them out of the army after a civilian rape and murder investigation?’
‘Well, that might, strictly speaking, be true but don’t you see it’s how he’s dressing it up?’
Valentine replied, ‘Major, I’m a police officer, my strong suit isn’t dressing things up. You must be confusing me with our friends on the press, who I’m sure will be able to embroider the actualité without my assistance.’
‘Oh, bloody hell,’ said Martin. She turned to Valentine. ‘And try not to sound so bloody smug about it, Bob. I can’t believe you’re just coming to me with this now, you must have known beforehand.’
‘They were very serious allegations, I had to have them verified.’ Valentine watched Harris sink further into his seat, he seemed to be wishing himself somewhere else. ‘A bit like the police malpractice, I mentioned. Yes, you’d do well to squirm, Eddy. You see, DI Harris has been taking back-handers from Norrie Leask for some time.’
‘Now wait a minute,’ said Harris.
‘Shut up, Eddy,’ said Martin, ‘let him finish.’
‘You see, Eddy here has been ferreting away a nice little bundle from the very same club where both Tulloch and Finnie worked and where he has himself been investigating a very interesting robbery.’
‘What’s the Meat Hangers got to do with the murders?’ said Martin.
‘Maybe Eddy can enlighten us, since he’s been on Norrie Leask’s payroll for such a long time.’
‘Where did you get this bullshit?’ said Harris.
‘I wouldn’t call it bullshit,’ said Valentine. ‘We have an employee ready to testify.’
‘Who?’
‘Kyle Brogan.’
Harris tutted. ‘Don’t make me laugh, bungling Brogan’s a scrote, what court’s going to believe him?’
Valentine knew Brogan was the weak link in the case, he withdrew himself to the rim of the desk and folded his arms. ‘Normally I would agree, Eddy. But, you see, when you have the accountant’s ledger too and the accountant deciphering the list of payments made to
you from Leask I’d say that strengthens my hand a little.’
Martin spoke up, she addressed no one in particular. ‘Is this true?’
‘Yes, chief, it’s true,’ said McCormack. ‘I interviewed the accountant, a Mr Bullough, who has operated from premises in Barns Street for more than twenty years. He’s ready to testify for us, too.’
Harris’s shoulders slumped forward, pitching him on the edge of his chair. He stared at the carpet, as if he was hoping a hole would appear that he could dive into.
‘Now he’s slightly more reliable than Brogan, proper letters after his name and everything,’ said Valentine. ‘I’m sure that’s good enough for the courts, don’t you think, Eddy?’
43
Darry Millar sat in the Ardrossan ferry terminal and watched Jade collect two teas from the little kiosk. The woman with the tabard and the bad perm who was serving seemed to be eying Jade up and down, she’d be from the island, people tended to have a strange view of mainlanders on Arran. When his sister returned he took the styrofoam cup and started to blow on the top of the greying liquid.
‘Looks like shit,’ said Jade.
‘Bet it doesn’t taste much better, but beggars can’t be choosers, can they?’
They sat in silence for a moment, watched the day-trippers and tourists arriving, there were backpackers and wealthier middle-aged couples who had left their BMWs in the car park, preferring not to risk a scratch or two on the ferry crossing.
‘Why Arran, Darry?’
‘We need to get away for a bit.’
Jade grimaced as she tasted the tea, placed the cup on the floor beside her chair leg. ‘You say that like we’re going on holiday too.’
‘It’s not going to be a holiday, Jade. Far from it,’ said Darry. ‘I’ve got unfinished business with Fin, I told you that.’
‘You don’t even know he’s there.’
‘He’s there.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘Because when I spoke to him on your phone I heard the sound of the ferry horn, I couldn’t mistake it.’
‘That could have been anywhere.’
‘It was Arran, I knew he’d go there. I know just the spot, the bothy we used to camp in when we were kids, we even stayed there when we came here with the army, the regiment all had proper billets but Fin wanted to go to the bothy, he’s sentimental like that. Won’t feel so bloody nostalgic about the place when I get a hold of him, mind.’
Jade got to her feet. ‘I’m sick of hearing about you and Fin. Since when was any of this just about the pair of you?’ She turned from Darry and stamped towards the ferry exit, as she went her foot connected with the tea cup and sent it spilling across the floor.
‘Jade, wait up …’ Darry picked up his things and ran after his sister, splashing through the spilled tea.
He found her in the bar on the top deck, staring out at the open waters. She looked forlorn, like she was thinking about the past, or worse, the future.
‘Found you at last …’ He put the newspaper he’d bought and a chocolate bar on the table behind her.
‘Had to be somewhere.’
‘Suppose.’ The ferry was leaving port, people crammed themselves into the bolted-down tables and chairs, it was busy but not as packed as the peak season. Darry offered his sister the chocolate, she declined and he joined her staring out at the sea. ‘I used to love coming over here. Going to the castle in Brodick and climbing Goatfell, it’s a beautiful little place.’
‘It looks miserable today.’ Jade stared out the window.
‘It might pick up when we get there.’ He was ashamed by the triteness of his remark. He knew it wasn’t a pleasure cruise, it wasn’t even a proper escape from all they’d been through. It was a detour that he had to take to sort out something personal before he could even think about helping Jade get her own life back to normality.
‘No it won’t pick up.’ Jade turned away from the window, started to flick through the Evening Times.
Darry placed a hand on the cover, ‘Stop that. I want to talk to you.’
A huff. ‘What about now?’
‘Look, if you can stop being so teenage for a moment and tell me what happened, y’know, on the night Jim died. I really need to know.’
‘I am teenage. And he was murdered, don’t you read the papers?’
‘Jade, please. I need everything straight in my head before we see Fin.’
‘I don’t know what you want me to say, I wasn’t there when it happened.’
Darry pressed his weight onto his elbows, the table-top was strong enough to stay firm. ‘You were thereabouts, you were home before it all kicked off.’
‘I don’t want to talk about it anymore.’
‘Jade, I do. If we’re ever going to get Mum back and get this mess cleaned up then we’re going to have to do a damn sight more talking about the events of that night.’
She put her face in her hands, shook her head. When she spoke, it came in a slow, childish droll. ‘Jim got home, and there was a row. Mum was screaming at him and he was laughing and teasing her, I think she knew or guessed about me. She’d been asking me what was wrong for long enough, what with all the crying and moods and everything, she must have guessed.’
‘Are you sure, Jade? I mean, they’ll ask about that in court or whatever.’
She nodded. ‘He … he said I was a little slag, that we were all little whores in the end and Mum, she … She started to hit him. I couldn’t hear everything properly after that, they went into the kitchen. I heard her screaming and screaming at him, and when her voice rose she said he was a liar and she wanted him out of her house and that she didn’t know what she ever saw in him.’ Jade started to weep.
‘You’re doing fine, keep going.’
‘There was some stuff about Dad, nasty stuff that Jim said but Mum wouldn’t let him. I think she attacked him with something then, I don’t know what, a pan maybe, something metal because it clanged on the ground afterwards. There was a lot of noise, a lot of screaming after that, but I never heard Jim’s voice again. Then Mum ran out.’
‘Where were you?’
‘I was outside by then, I ran out. I stayed over the road, it was raining and dark. I saw Mum stumble into the wall, then she fell in the garden. I couldn’t look, I just buried my face in my hands and wanted it all to go away, but then that old bat from the house across the road appeared, she said something to Mum and I just ran. I wanted it to be all over, I didn’t want to think. I just ran away and sat under a tree trying to block it all out. I didn’t move. I didn’t do anything until the police came … and that’s when I called you.’
Darry sat quietly. He watched Jade sobbing and wiped the tears from her cheeks. ‘You’ve done well, Jade. You don’t need to tell me any more.’
‘Darry, I know you blame Fin now, but you shouldn’t.’
‘That’s enough, Jade. You don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘I do, you think he should have been looking out for me but he couldn’t be there every minute of the day. Fin was good to me, he said he would help, said he would help me get this sorted.’ She rubbed her stomach. ‘He said he’d pay for it and make sure that we could get away and start again if we had to.’
Darry turned around the newspaper, flicked the pages. ‘Stop now, Jade. You don’t understand, if it wasn’t for Fin then Jim Tulloch would never have been anywhere near us. He was a psychopath and Fin brought him into our home, he followed Fin to Ayr, and that’s what all this mess is about – Jim’s twisted revenge for something that happened in Afghanistan. Fin has wrecked our family, Mum’s in hospital, you were raped for Christ’s sake, Jade. A friend should never have let that happen, and he was supposed to be my friend.’
‘You’re just looking for someone to blame, you’re angry and want to hit out. In a while, Darry, you’ll calm down and see that this was nothing to do with Fin.’
Darry fell silent, stared at the newspaper spread out on the table in front of h
im. He didn’t listen to Jade, because whatever she said it wouldn’t change the monumental news looking back at him from the pages of the newspaper.
‘Darry, do you hear me?’
He looked up from the tabletop. His eyes were glazed over, like he had just wakened from sleep.
‘Darry, what is it?’
He turned back to the newspaper and flipped the page over for Jade to see what he had just read. ‘It’s Mum, she’s been charged with the murder.’
‘They can’t.’
‘There.’ He tapped at the page. ‘It says so in the paper.’ His eyes closed. ‘It says they have evidence she killed Tulloch.’
44
DI Eddy Harris raised his face to the ceiling, closed his eyes. He appeared to be awaiting divine intervention or at least a lifeline from the chief super: neither appeared. With each second that ticked away it seemed the room became more claustrophobic, like the walls closed in and the oxygen supply was depleted.
Valentine’s gaze flitted between Harris and the others, everyone was staring at Harris, waiting for a response to the allegation he’d been paid by Leask. Could it be true? Could a police officer, even one like Flash Harris, really be so stupid? ‘Nothing to say for yourself, Eddy?’
He opened his eyes. ‘Nothing that changes the situation.’
CS Martin slapped the heel of her hand on the desktop. ‘You’ll have to do a damn sight better than that, Eddy, or I’ll pick up the phone and reserve a nice cell for you downstairs, one with hot and cold running recrimination. Don’t think about saving your job, think about saving your skin because without some mitigation in your defence I’m throwing the book at you.’
Major Rutherford started to rise from his seat, he looked like he wanted to be invisible too. ‘I don’t think you need me here for this, Marion. I’ll see myself out.’
‘You’ll sit your arse down,’ said Martin. ‘As soon as I’m finished with him, you’re up next. And if I need Home Office approval to see those case files on Tulloch and Finnie, I’ll get it, along with a warrant for your arrest on charges of impeding a murder investigation which resulted in the death of a minor. Am I making myself clear enough, Tom?’