by Ed James
"Thanks for seeing me at short notice," said Cullen.
Michelle's eyes were on the board behind the counter. "Thanks for getting in touch."
He pushed his empty mug to one side. "Can I get you a coffee?"
"I'll get them in, little brother," said Michelle. "You're just a police officer, after all."
"An Americano," said Cullen, through gritted teeth.
"Be right back."
He watched her go to the counter and order. "Just a police officer. Fuck's sake." She was just an IT worker.
She'd put on weight since he'd last seen her and her hair was dyed entirely the wrong colour for her skin. It struck him that she looked like a shorter version of him with long hair.
Michelle returned with two big mugs. "There you go. Loads of milk, just how you like it."
"Thanks." Cullen stirred his coffee. "How've you been?"
"Good," said Michelle. "Busy, but good. It's been full-on since we had Emily, though."
"In what way?"
"It's just hard having a small child, Scott." She poured a sachet of brown sugar onto her latte and stirred. "And I'm not talking about Jeremy."
Cullen laughed. He'd got on okay with Michelle's husband, an English guy she met when she worked in London, a man-child just like her brother. "How's he doing?"
"He thinks a screenplay is going to be his saviour now."
"Gave up on the books, then?" said Cullen.
"They gave up on him, more like."
"He's still not working?" said Cullen.
"No," said Michelle. "I'm the breadwinner. He does a good job around the house, to be honest. We're having so much work done and he's great at managing it."
"Finally found a use for him, then."
"He's really patient with Emily," said Michelle. "Much more than me." She stared into the middle distance. "I mean, I'm working through here and I don't usually get home till after seven so I barely see her."
"That must be tough."
Michelle shrugged. "Yeah." She took a drink of coffee. "How's your flat? Still living with Tom?"
"I moved in with Sharon," said Cullen. "We live just off the Royal Mile."
Michelle smiled. "How is she?"
"She's good, I suppose," said Cullen, looking away.
"What is it?"
Cullen stared into the swirling coffee in front of him. "She's pregnant."
Michelle's eyes bulged. "I didn't know you had it in you, little brother."
"Very funny," said Cullen. "I'm shitting myself."
"You'll make a good dad. You're a total idiot but I think you've got a good sense of what's right."
Cullen raised his eyebrows. "An idiot?"
"I mean it," said Michelle. "Not the idiot bit. I mean about you being a good dad."
"Aye, maybe when I'm ready."
"Scott, you're thirty-one next month," said Michelle. "When are you going to be ready?"
"Not now," said Cullen. "I earn fuck all and stuff is weird at work."
"What about Sharon?"
"I love her," said Cullen.
Michelle laughed. "No, I meant is she ready?"
"I don't think either of us are. We had all that shit last year as well."
"Mum told me," said Michelle. "She was pretty upset about it."
"Was she?" Cullen shook his head. "Sharon's pushing for a DI position. She's under a lot of stress. I don't think it's good for her in that condition."
"Look after her," said Michelle. "I liked her the one time you let us meet. She's a keeper."
"Let us meet?"
"You know what I mean," said Michelle. "You can be a bit of a stranger at the best of times."
"It's called being busy." Cullen took a drink of his coffee, gripping the handle tight. "It's good coffee. Better than the shit in the station."
Michelle ran a hand through her hair. "I really like it in here, which is why I suggested it."
"You guys live in Linlithgow now, right?" said Cullen.
"Lots of questions, Detective Sergeant Cullen."
He looked away. "It's Detective Constable again."
"Mum didn't say," said Michelle. "You really annoyed me, you know?"
"I'm sorry," said Cullen. "Really I am. You need to stop being so precious, though."
"It wasn't funny, Scott. Jeremy and I had a huge argument about the card you sent."
"How?"
Michelle screwed her face up. "Congratulations, see you in eighteen years?"
"And?"
"That's not very sensitive, is it?"
"I'm your brother. I was just taking the piss."
"I know you're just a year younger than me," said Michelle, "but you can be too close, you know?"
"I'm just having a laugh," said Cullen. "You should lighten up."
"You're one to talk."
Cullen took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you. I take it all back."
Michelle took a drink of latte and traced the lines of her eyebrows with her thumb and forefinger. "Apology accepted," she said eventually.
"Thanks."
"So, why are you so keen to see me?" said Michelle.
"Can't I just want to?"
"Not you, Scott. There's always an agenda with you."
Cullen tossed the Post-It on the table. "Mum gave me this."
Michelle picked it up and inspected it. She shook her head. "I still don't buy it."
Cullen laughed. "Fine. Matt MacLeod."
Michelle rolled her eyes. "That wanker."
"You went out with him, didn't you?"
"He was in your year at school," said Michelle, as if accusing him of ownership.
"I hated him," said Cullen. "I think that's why he went out with you."
"Nothing to do with how good my blow jobs were?"
Cullen came close to snorting coffee through his nose. "I forgot you're as depraved as me."
"Blame Dad," said Michelle. "So what's he done to you? Tell me you're not digging up old grievances."
Cullen rubbed his ear for a moment. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this but he's a suspect in a murder case."
Michelle covered her mouth. "Matt is?"
"Aye," said Cullen. "Do you remember James Strang?"
"I knew his sister," said Michelle. "She was a bit weird. She was in your year, wasn't she?"
"She was, aye." Cullen nodded. "Apparently I used to bully her but I've managed to totally forget it."
"You heartless bastard," said Michelle, grinning. "I don't think it was too bad. Some people just need to man up, you know? Or woman up."
"Well, it's obviously fucked her up. I feel guilty about it."
"Some people get fucked up going to the shops."
Cullen laughed. "So, Matt MacLeod. Did he have anything to do with the Strangs? Did he bully him?"
"Can't remember," said Michelle. "Matt was in a band, wasn't he? They were the big thing in your year. Weren't they playing the school hall all the time? I think the one James Strang was in supported them at a school show or something."
"So they knew each other?"
"Aye," said Michelle.
"Why on earth would he kill him, though?" said Cullen.
"That's why you get paid the little bucks." She laughed at her joke. "If I remember correctly, you got angry with Matt for going out with me, didn't you?"
Cullen's face reddened. "Did I?"
"Yes," said Michelle. "You were always very protective of your big sister."
"I just knew he was a wanker. That's all."
"I found out quickly." She smiled and flicked her eyebrows up. "Of course, you've got a motive to kill him."
"To kill MacLeod." Cullen pointed a finger at her. "Not Strang." He took a drink of coffee. "Sadly, Matt MacLeod is still alive."
"Whatever." Michelle checked her watch. "I need to run, I'm afraid. This has been good. We should do it again soon."
"Agreed." Cullen drained his mug.
"Maybe next time you could just want
to see me rather than need help with a case, though, right?" said Michelle.
"I'll try."
CHAPTER 77
Cullen lurched back into Leith Walk station just after noon, heading straight to the canteen. He managed to avoid speaking to anyone while he devoured an unsatisfying chicken salad sandwich.
He returned to the Incident Room to catch up on progress. Only Chantal was there.
"How's it going?" said Cullen.
Chantal tugged at her sleeves. "Not great. Rarity has just had us tidying up paperwork."
"Exciting."
"Heard you had an eventful morning," said Chantal.
"The drugs raid?" said Cullen. "We got a good haul. Hope they get a conviction."
"I meant telling Bain to go fuck himself."
"Oh," said Cullen. "Never ceases to amaze me how fast bad news spreads. Combining the forces seems to have multiplied the bloody jungle drums."
Chantal laughed.
"How did you find out?" said Cullen.
"It won't surprise you to learn your former master has been on the phone to Cargill, Turnbull and anyone who'll listen to him. He wants you on a disciplinary."
Cullen rubbed his eyes. "Even if it was true, how could Bain have the balls to do someone over some pretty light swearing given the continual barrage of fucks coming from his mouth?"
"What about your lack of respect for authority?"
Cullen shrugged. "I'm not that bad, am I?"
"I'm surprised he's never hauled you over the coals before."
"There were no witnesses," said Cullen.
"So you did do it?"
"No."
Chantal raised an eyebrow. "Some DS through there is backing Bain up."
"McCrea." Cullen punched the back of the office chair he was leaning against. "He wasn't even there."
Chantal laughed. "You don't half make it difficult for yourself sometimes. Cargill has been trying to call you all morning."
"My phone ran out of battery."
"You'd better charge it, then," said Chantal.
Cullen followed through on his lie, finding a vacant desktop computer and plugging in his phone. "What did Ailsa McHardy have to say?"
"You're not running this case any longer, Cullen."
He clenched his fists. What was it with female DCs thinking he was either coming on to them or on some power trip? "Relax. I just want to know whether Strang was at it with Johnson's girlfriend."
"Do you need to know?"
"Yes!" He was close to losing it with her. "Look, what's your problem here?"
"Is there a problem?"
"You're giving me the same sort of attitude I got from Caldwell," said Cullen. "I've not done anything that bad, have I?"
Chantal evaded his look. "I suppose not."
"What did she say?"
"They slept together," said Chantal. "Just the once."
Cullen nodded slowly. "So, our single lead from the record shop has split in two. Strang tried it on with both Hughes' and Johnson's girlfriends?"
"Looks that way."
"When was this?" said Cullen.
"Two weeks before he disappeared," said Chantal. "She was totally torn up by it. Her guilt made her break up with Johnson."
"And well she might."
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Chantal.
"Never mind." Cullen thought of his own attitude to being cuckolded. He got up and headed for the stairs.
"Where are you going?" said Chantal.
"I'm going to see a man about a laptop," said Cullen. "While I still have a job."
CHAPTER 78
The Forensic Investigation Unit seemed filled with hordes of the undead, their skin pallid from lack of natural sunlight. At one o'clock in the afternoon, every curtain was drawn.
Charlie Kidd's desk was about halfway down. He now faced towards the stairwell, better able to watch for the likes of Cullen marching over to chase him up. As he looked up, his breezy expression dipped.
"That's no way to greet an old friend," said Cullen.
Kidd nervously tossed his ponytail. "How can I help, officer?"
"I brought in a laptop from James Strang's parents' house," said Cullen. "Just wondering how the investigation is going?"
"Slowly." Kidd gritted his teeth. "Systems are being integrated across the force and it's going badly. I've been pulled into fixing it, despite the fact I'm supposed to be an investigative resource."
"That's not good," said Cullen. "Do you need me to escalate it?"
"Should be fine, Dad."
Cullen laughed. "Did you get a chance to look at the laptop?"
Kidd nodded. "Aye, I did. I found the email from Strang to Mark Andrews you were after. The boy sent a couple of others that day, all with similar wording." He handed Cullen a few sheets of print.
Cullen flicked through them, finding the same poem repeated. "Did you get anything else?"
"Not yet. Doubt I'll get much else out of it, to be honest."
Cullen got up and headed downstairs to look through the emails in more detail. The Incident Room was mercifully empty by the time he got there. He put his headphones on and listened to music as he read.
They were as Kidd said and broadly similar to the mail Strang sent to Andrews, though some paragraphs were rearranged and the wording slightly different. The second last contained a few typos and, curiously, many instances of the = symbol. The last one, sent an hour later, was much worse.
m=m=Mq=attt=e Bls=ack wq=alll=s
Black Mattt=t= = = == =str=eak=ls tu=to=ime
Cullen frowned - he'd seen that sort of thing before, but couldn't remember where.
He knew what it was supposed to be - Matte Black walls, Black Matt steals time.
Where had he seen writing like that? It dawned on him - in his dark days as a student, he went through a phase of going to the computer lab after he'd been out getting wrecked and sending emails only his drunk self could comprehend. They were filled with ='s.
The = key was next to the backspace on a computer keyboard. His alcoholically-impaired motor skills constantly hit the wrong keys.
Strang must have been drinking heavily when he'd sent the emails, starting out fairly coherent but ending up a trail of gibberish. Andrews was third on the list and received one of the more sober emails.
Black Matt steals time
Cullen hadn't received an update on Matt MacLeod, so he called Guthrie.
"How's it going?" said Guthrie.
"Good."
"Heard you've been a naughty boy in Glasgow."
"Fuck's sake," said Cullen. "How does everybody know about that?"
"It's amazing, isn't it?"
"Nothing happened," said Cullen. "I told my DCI to fix it, that's all."
"A likely tale, Skinky." Guthrie laughed. "Anyway, how can I help?"
"How's the MacLeod surveillance going?"
"Speak to your DS, Skinky."
"Come on, Goth."
"All right," said Guthrie. "We've had two skulls on him at all times. He stayed at his parents' house pretty much for the duration. Went to the Co-op a couple of times, once in his car, once on foot. His parents came back from work last night then he drove through to Edinburgh at the back of eight."
Cullen sat forward. "Last night?"
"I told your DS," said Guthrie. "Rarity, is it?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was knackered, mate," said Guthrie. "I was told to report to Rarity, she's the one who requisitioned it."
"I told you to call me."
"Yeah, sorry," said Guthrie. "You'll forgive me eventually."
"Cheers." Cullen stabbed his finger on the screen and ended the call.
He got up and hunted down Rarity, finding her drinking a cup of tea in the canteen, staring into her phone.
"What's going on with the surveillance?" said Cullen.
Rarity looked him up and down. "Nice to see you, too, Constable. I'm on my break, can't it wait?"
"No. I need
to get an update on the Matt MacLeod surveillance."
Rarity dropped her phone on the table. "He returned to Edinburgh last night. We've got two men outside an address in Gorgie."
"Why wasn't I told?"
"Did you need to be told?"
"You should keep me in the loop at least," said Cullen, "especially when I've been in Glasgow."
"Fine," said Rarity. "DCI Cargill has been looking for you, by the way."
"I spoke to her earlier. I just got back from Glasgow."
"I gather you've been up to your usual high jinks."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Never mind," she said. "Why the sudden interest in MacLeod?"
Cullen showed her the emails. "I think he might be our man."
"You've shown me these before," said Rarity. "This isn't evidence."
"He knew Strang a lot better than we thought," said Cullen. "At school, they both played in bands and Strang's supported MacLeod's once. They knew each other pretty well." He paused for breath. "I'd like to bring him in again."
"You've already spoken to him."
"I'd like another shot," said Cullen. "If he's done nothing, then he'll clear himself and we can let him go and stop the surveillance."
Rarity tapped her fingers for a few seconds. "Fine."
CHAPTER 79
Cullen didn't know the two officers on surveillance duties, figuring they must have been St Leonard's or Torphichen Street boys. They sat in an unmarked Astra on a street just behind Tynecastle, the home of Hearts, who looked like they were going to follow Rangers down the toilet of liquidation.
He rapped on the window and got in the back seat.
"It's Cullen, isn't it?" said the first of the two. Ginger hair and stubble.
"It is."
"Heard you told Bain to go fuck himself," said the other, a dark-haired skinhead. "That true?"
"No comment," said Cullen.
"Good on you, mate," said the first one.
Ginger held out his hand. "DC Edwards, by the way."
"DC McKeown," said the skinhead.
Cullen reluctantly shook both hands, not liking how his reputation was preceding him. Previously, he wouldn't give a fuck about that sort of thing, but these days it was different. Aiming to be a DS, he needed to command a bit more respect. Some respect would be a start.