They were on their second coffee when the phone rang. It was Naomi. She’d arrested Mary and Stella was on her way. Brigg told her what had happened so far.
‘Tell her about the virus and the deaths, let her dig her own grave a bit, then hit her with what Sophie Rene told us. The shock might just make her come clean.’
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Alan was next. He blustered and demanded to know how long he was going to be kept there, although Rebecca sensed that the demand was half-hearted. The bluster fell away quickly enough as Brigg told him about the bodies, the lab and the threat to release the virus.
‘All of them, even the two kids?’ He was staring back at Brigg, who nodded slowly.
‘The baby?’
‘He was fine, although distressed. He’s in hospital now.’
‘Well, I suppose that’s something. What’ll happen to him?’
‘That’s up to Social Services. What I need from you Mr Streetly, is how much you knew about this.’
‘Nothing. I don’t know anything about it.’
Brigg threw down his pen – ‘It’s late, I’m tired and there’s a virus out there that could be released at any moment – this is not the time to mess us about.’
‘I’m not – if I knew, I’d tell you.’ Then, ‘What virus are we talking about, anyway?’
‘It’s dangerous, contagious, and that’s all you need to know – assuming you don’t already. Malcolm North was a friend of yours – right?’
‘We were friendly, although I didn’t see much of him outside BTA meetings. He was probably more Ron’s friend than mine.’
‘Did they see each other outside meetings?’
‘I think so. They both live in Tivvy, not far from each other.’
‘So you’re saying that Ron is more likely to be involved than you.’
Alan’s head snapped up. ‘No, that is not what I’m saying, and you know it. What I said was that Malcolm was closer to Ron than me, because they lived closer to each other.’
‘Are you surprised that Malcolm was involved with something like this?’
‘What do you think?’ he said in disgust. ‘I’m still trying to get my head round it…’
‘What I think is that you were a lot closer to him than you’re admitting.’
Alan threw out his hands. ‘OK. Think that if you must, I can’t help that. I certainly can’t prove otherwise.’
‘What did Ron and Malcolm have in common?’
Alan shrugged. ‘Well, they both did VSO.’
‘Anything else?’
He appeared to give this serious thought... ‘The only other thing I can think of is that they’re both widowed.’
Pause, then ‘Did you know that Craig Holland was also widowed?’
Alan looked up. ‘No. No, I didn’t know that.’
‘It seems to be a recurring theme. Have you ever been widowed?’
‘No.’
‘How come you know about Ron and Malcolm, but not about Craig?’
‘Because Craig chose not to tell me, I suppose. Why the hell should he?’
Brigg pressed the buzzer and Alan was taken back to his cell. Ron took his place.
Out of his natural element, Ron looked somehow pathetic, Rebecca thought. His bald pate glistened through the untidy grey skeins of hair and his jowls wobbled as Brigg attacked him.
‘We know that a fifth person poisoned them and tried to make it look like suicide, we know that you were close to Malcolm. They would have trusted you. That’s how you were able to do it.’
Ron gazed back at him slack mouthed… ‘You actually think I would do something like that?’ His voice, little more than a whisper, held astonishment rather than outrage.
‘If not you, then who?’
‘I don’t know. I find it hard to believe anyone would do that.’
‘Well, someone did. Marc, Hannah? Sophie? – she’s pretty cold.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Come on, it must have been one of them. If not you, who?’
‘I don’t know.’
Rebecca came in. ‘Alan’s told us that you and Malcolm were close, closer to each other than to him. Why was that?’
‘Well, we would be, wouldn’t we? We lived in the same town.’
‘And you’d both done VSO, and you were both widowed.’
A shrug. ‘I suppose.’
‘Did you do VSO together?’
He shook his head. ‘Not me and Malcolm, I went out with Alan as a matter of fact, and a guy called Brian Love – they tended to send us out in threes. Malcolm did it with Craig and another guy – I can’t remember his name, only that he cracked up after a couple of months.’
‘Cracked up?’
‘Couldn’t take it, had a breakdown and they had to send him home.’
Brigg said, ‘We need to know his name.’
Ron thought, then – ‘It’s no good, I don’t think I ever did know it.’
‘Was he in BTA?’
‘No. Brian was for a while, but I never heard any more about this guy.’
They pressed him a bit more, but he couldn’t remember. They told him to let them know if he did, then Rebecca asked him what Malcolm did for a living.
‘Engineer. He was an engineer.’
Brigg’s mobile went, but he muted it and said, ‘What kind of engineer? Machines? Bridges?’
‘Infrastructure. He worked for a firm called Freshflow that installed and maintained air conditioning in hospitals, offices, that kind of thing.’
Rebecca and Brigg stared at each other, then…
‘Which sounds to me,’ Brigg said to Ron, ‘as good a way to spread a dangerous virus as any.’
Ron looked up at him, utterly drained. ‘You could be right. I wouldn’t know.’
‘D’you know what buildings he worked on?’
He shook his head. ‘The firm would know.’
They had him taken back to his cell.
‘The question is,’ Brigg said, ‘have they already done it? Infected one person, as they said - or gone the whole hog?’
‘Would they do that, without giving us another warning?’
Brigg shook his head in frustration. ‘I don’t know. But if one of those we’ve got here has done it, we need to know about it… We’d better get a list of the buildings North was working on and see which is most likely.’
‘Is it worth trying to do that now?’
Another shake of the head. ‘We’ll get Josh and Dan onto it first thing in the morning.’
‘And we need to find Brian Love and this other, nameless one.’
‘Yes… I wonder if the organisation that sent them out keeps records of them … Can’t do much about that till Monday…’ He made a note. ‘Are you up to questioning them again tonight?’
She shook her head. ‘Not really.’
‘Neither am I.’ He paused, then – ‘If it were one of the ones we’ve just seen, who would you go for?’
She took a few moments to think about it. ‘I don’t think it’s either of the last two – unless they’re world class actors.’
‘I’ll tell you who might be a world class actor,’ Brigg said, ‘actress, rather, and that’s Sophie Rene.’
‘She’s very clever,’ Rebecca agreed. ‘But where does Mary Broomfield fit in?’
Brigg grunted; ‘That reminds me –’ and picked up his phone. ‘Naomi, it’s me. Sorry about the delay, what have you got?’
The phone crackled for a while, then he thanked her, put it down and turned back to Rebecca.
‘Not a great deal. Broomfield got very tearful when Naomi went for her with what Sophie said, admitted they were having an affair and claimed she and Sophie were together all that night. Naomi thinks that if she is involved, it’s only in supplying Sophie with an alibi.’
‘The kind of lie it’s easier to stick to,’ Rebecca said. ‘Can they prove they were together that night?’
‘No, which means they’re alibi-ing each other.’ He paused, wen
t on, ‘So out of ten, for Sophie?’
‘I’d say eight.’
‘I agree. What about Marc?’
She thought about it, then said, ‘He was cocky to begin with, then when we told him what had happened, he got all concerned and helpful. Then, he got cocky again, only more so.’
Brigg nodded. ‘So?’
‘So he could be lying. The others, the ones who were killed, would have trusted him, not been suspicious over the champagne, so he could have done it. No real alibi. And I think a cold person underneath the charm.’
‘What charm?’
‘Oh, it’s there. I’ve known him longer than you.’
‘So what would you give him out of ten?’
‘The same. Eight.’
‘Hannah?’
‘I felt she was genuinely shocked by the deaths…’
‘Would they be in it together – Marc and Hannah?’
‘Could be, but I’m more inclined to think Marc on his own.’
‘Agreed. Six for Hannah?’
She nodded.
‘OK, so that leaves us with Marc and Sophie. Or the nameless one. What would you give that out of ten?’
She thought about it and shook her head. ‘I just don’t know. It would be strange for this person to remain so completely beneath our radar … I mean, you’d think they’d have some connection with BTA. And they must have been trusted by the four who were killed.’
‘One of the bit players in BTA?’
‘I can’t think of anyone.’
Brigg let out a sigh. ‘We’ll start looking on Monday. Meanwhile, we’ll concentrate on Marc and Sophie tomorrow –’ He looked up – ‘Could it be both of them?’
She shrugged helplessly. ‘Could be… We’re going to need to break their alibis, which means going for Hannah and Mary as well.’
‘Mm…’
She’d noticed him glancing surreptitiously at his watch once or twice and could guess why. He went on.
‘Maybe knowing the buildings Malcolm worked on would help…’
‘One thing with that – would Marc or Sophie be able to get at the air conditioning of a hospital or whatever? Wouldn’t there be security?’
‘Probably easier for Marc than Sophie - ‘
His phone went and he snatched it up – ‘Yes… hello doctor… oh…’
As his face fell and eyes flicked at her and away again, Rebecca felt the shock expand in her head and down through her neck and body… she gripped the sides of the chair to prevent herself falling…
‘Yes… Yes, we’ll do that doctor… yes, I understand, thank you.’
He switched the phone off and gently placed it on the table in front of him before turning to her.
‘I’m very sorry Rebecca, but he was HIV positive. Can I get you anything, some water?’
‘Yes please.’
He quickly went out.
She lay her head on her folded arms and tried to control the waves of nausea and faintness. Brigg came back –
‘D’you want to lie down?’
She lifted her head. ‘No, I’m OK.’
He handed her the glass of water and she drank half of it in one go. The coldness running down her throat made her feel better.
‘Thank you.’
‘More?’
‘Please…’
He refilled her glass and handed it to her. Then he sat next to her, put an arm round her shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze. This surprised her; he wasn’t normally a tactile person.
‘Listen,’ he said, ‘Herry Smith just told me that with one exposure, the chances are that you won’t get it. He also told me you can be vaccinated and treated with Zidovudine and immunoglobulin, which will help, but it needs to be done as soon as possible – now, in fact. He said he’ll be waiting for us outside his department.’
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As I drove to the hospital to meet them, the thought fleeted through my mind that she’d asked for it… then I whacked my palm as hard as I could on the wheel and cursed myself for a sanctimonious prig. My hand started swelling almost immediately, which served me right. I felt even worse when I saw her waiting with Brigg fifteen minutes later.
She looked exhausted, miserable, and couldn’t meet my eyes. I keyed in the code and took them to my office.
I gave her the injections, then found the Zidovudine tablets and counted out a dozen, three to take now and the rest to keep her going until tomorrow, when she’d have to go to the GUM clinic. I told her where it was and that I’d arrange an appointment for her in the morning.
I said as little as possible. I told her I was sorry, and when she asked me whether the treatment would work, I said I thought so, but that she must talk to the GUM consultant about it.
‘The main thing in your favour is the fact that there was only the one exposure – it nearly always takes more than that. But the immunoglobulin and Zidovudine’ll certainly help if you did get the virus.’
She nodded her thanks.
But the truth was that she was outside the window for effective treatment. It should be started within 72 hours of exposure and in her case, it was nearer 90.
Not my place to tell her. She’d probably be all right if it really was only one exposure, but it would be an anxious few months for her.
Why, oh why hadn’t she used a condom?
I asked how the investigation was going and they told me about the six suspects they’d arrested. I told them to ring if they needed me for anything, then we left. In the corridor, they went one way and I went the other.
I had trouble sleeping. I’m sure she did too.
*
Late the next morning, Saturday, Sarah rang and said she was coming round. She’d left it until she was in the city before phoning, which gave me about twenty minutes to tidy the house and myself up.
She brought Grace with her.
‘Tea or coffee?’ I said as I let them in. Grace had obviously only just woken up and was grizzling.
‘Tea please, and I’m going to have to go straight upstairs to change her.’
The pong had already told me as much, although it was nothing like what baby Sam had emitted a couple of days earlier.
‘Second left,’ I said, as she unbuckled her from the buggy.
I went into the kitchen and put on the kettle. When it boiled, I made up a tray and took it into the living room as she came back down the stairs.
‘All nice and clean,’ she said. ‘I’d better give her a quick feed, if you don’t mind.’
Grace was still grizzling, so it was probably a good idea.
‘I’ll hold on the tea then, shall I?’
‘I can do both.’
I poured, watching from the side of my eye as she discreetly unbuttoned and latched Grace on. She, Grace, guzzled greedily and it occurred to me, not for the first time, that she, Sarah, was doing better at this than anyone would’ve given her credit for. When we’d first married, she used to tell those who prattled coyly about the patter of tiny feet, ‘Oh, we might get round to it one day,’ in the sort of tone that suggested it would be never if she had anything to do with it.
I put her cup on the table in front of her. She reached down with her free hand and took a mouthful.
I was on the point of saying, To what do I owe… ? when I remembered I’d said it before. Besides, it would have been a bit graceless. (Sorry).
Anyway, some sort of telepathy must have been going on because she said,
‘Dad’s being difficult.’
‘In what way? He’s not going to chuck you out, surely?’
‘No. He dotes on Grace and besides, Mum wouldn’t let him.’
‘Would she be able to stop him?’
She looked at me. ‘Mum’s stronger than you give her credit for.’ Then, ‘No, he just keeps dropping hints about how it would be healthier if me and Grace had a place of our own, and how you should be helping me do it. He’s talking about getting his solicitor onto it.’
I gave a soft grunt. �
�Well, he as good as told me he was going to make trouble for me.’
‘Yes...’ She hurried on – ‘Not that he had anything to do with what happened to you the other day. Are you feeling better, by the way?’
I nodded. ‘Yes, thanks.’
‘Any idea what it was about yet?’
‘No. The cops say they’re working on it, but I doubt they’re trying very hard somehow.’
‘Why not?’
I shrugged. ‘No leads, no motive. No suspects, now that they’ve more or less eliminated Pops and Roland. Anyway –’ I changed the subject ‘– What do you want to do? About a place of your own?’
She sighed. ‘I think I probably should, although I must admit it’s nice having Mum around to help.’
‘Get something not too far away, then.’
She nodded. ‘Although I’d like to buy rather than rent, and you know what prices are like where we are.’
We talked around it for a while, quite comfortably, because we both knew where we stood. I asked her about getting her money back from Charles and she said she thought he was dragging his feet. I suggested that that was where Pops should be aiming his lawyer.
‘Oh, he is,’ she said. ‘He’s aimed at both of you.’
I said I thought I’d be able to give her some help and maybe she should start looking around the estate agents for something modest.
She looked down at Grace, then back up at me.
‘I’ve been a bit disingenuous,’ she said. ‘I have seen a place I like, only it’s more than Charles owes me. But I thought that with some from you, some from Dad and maybe even a small mortgage, I could manage it.’ She paused. ‘I was wondering if you’d look at it, tell me what you think.’
I gave another grunt, of surprise this time. ‘Wouldn’t Pops be better?’
‘Oh, I’ll have to let him to look at it as well, but I trust your judgement.’
I smiled. ‘Well, you know I could never resist flattery. When?’
‘Now?’
We used her car. The buggy rather neatly doubled as a car seat and Grace went straight into a coma like sleep.
I looked at Sarah as she drove. Motherhood had matured her looks as well as her character; the planes of her face were more defined, and I’d noticed as we walked to the car that her figure had filled out, which suited her rather. I said,
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