Peter Diamond - 09 - The Secret Hangman

by Peter Lovesey

  ‘You caught me on a bad day.’

  ‘You’d better speak to Jerry. I’m handing this across.’

  Jerry’s voice asked what the problem was.

  ‘It’s to do with your stolen Pathfinder. I need to clarify a couple of things with you.’

  ‘How can I help?’ Jerry said in such a civil tone that Diamond was tempted to deal with the matter over the phone.

  But when the call ended, Jerry would be annoyed he’d come under suspicion. He’d sound off to Paloma and she’d be hurt, as any parent would. Better, surely, to deal with it face to face. ‘What are your plans for the next twenty minutes?’

  ‘Back home to unload the shopping.’

  ‘Paloma’s?’

  ‘Mine first. Her car is at my place.’

  ‘I’ll see you there? It won’t take long. Where exactly do you live?’

  He told Leaman he would be out of the building for the next half-hour. ‘Time out for all concerned,’ he said with a weary smile that left Leaman in no doubt that his boss was as much in need of a break as the hyperventilating suspect.

  *

  Jerry’s flat was in Cavendish Mansions, a converted hotel in Laura Place, just across Pulteney Bridge. No doubt Paloma’s money helped him live at a smart address, just as she subsidised his cars. This young man had no need to get involved in criminality, Diamond told himself. The ram-raid charge just didn’t stick.

  They were ahead of him after he’d parked the car, carrying bags of shopping into the building. He stepped out and caught up with them in the entrance hall. Jerry was collecting his post from the pigeon-hole system near the lift. Paloma turned and kissed Diamond. He was aware how tense and tight his lips had become. He was shaking a little. This interview would be about as stressful as any he’d done.

  He took over Paloma’s bag of shopping. Strictly, it was Jerry’s shopping. No doubt of that, because it was one of those Hosannah totebags. All the shopping was bagged like that. He had no use for Sainsbury’s carriers. The ecology was safe with Jerry.

  ‘We did a joint shop,’ Paloma said. ‘My stuff is still in the car. At least, I think it is. I hope Jerry hasn’t got my wine.’

  ‘Mother, if I have, you know it’s safe with me,’ Jerry said as he joined them.

  ‘“Eat, drink and be merry,”’ she said, winking at Diamond.

  ‘That’s somewhere in the good book, isn’t it?’

  ‘And you know how it goes on?’ Jerry said.

  ‘Never get into a quoting contest with my son,’ she said to Diamond.

  ‘All I can quote is the official caution,’ he said, ‘and I try not to do it among friends.’

  Jerry let them into his flat. The first impression was that it could do with some lighter wallpaper. The heavy maroon in the hall set off a couple of pictures to nice effect, but only after the lights over them were switched on. They were views of cathedrals. That figures, Diamond thought. They wouldn’t be reclining nudes.

  The kitchen where they took the bags looked as if no one used it. Every surface was clean and uncluttered.

  ‘Put your frozen stuff away and then Peter can ask you his questions,’ Paloma said. ‘He’s still working, unlike you and me.’

  ‘Listening to you,’ Jerry said, ‘anyone would think I was still about nine years old.’

  ‘Darling, you are, to me,’ Paloma said, winking at Diamond.

  The fridge-freezer, when opened, was a miracle of arrangement, everything sized and sorted. The newly purchased items went into slots that were the only possible places for them.

  ‘Cup of tea?’ Paloma said.

  Diamond said he hadn’t time, so they went into the living room and sat on padded upright chairs with ornate wooden backs. There was a piano, and it was easy to imagine a Victorian musical evening here, with polite guests watching the chiming clock on the mantelshelf and wishing the chairs were more comfortable. A bookcase and sideboard completed the furniture. The books were of the sort those Victorians would have called ‘improving’ – biographies of Mother Teresa and Anne Frank shared the space with Pilgrim’s Progress and Golding’s The Spire. The CDs were mostly of church music. It takes all sorts, Diamond decided.

  ‘So is there some query about the love of my life?’ Jerry asked.

  Diamond, his mind on higher thoughts, was thrown until Paloma said, ‘His Pathfinder.’

  ‘Got you.’ It was a rare moment of humour from Jerry.

  ‘My late lamented Pathfinder,’ Jerry said.

  ‘The night after you reported it missing a ram raid took place – a jeweller’s in Westgate Street.’

  ‘Westgate Street? I saw the shopfront all smashed in. Did my car do that?’

  ‘I’m asking you, Jerry.’

  He vibrated his lips, more puzzled by the question than upset. ‘How would I know? I wasn’t at the wheel.’

  ‘Someone says you were. He was involved in the raid and says you planned the whole thing.’

  Paloma said, ‘Peter, that’s crazy.’

  Jerry shook his head slowly and curled his lip in disdain.

  It was easy to understand how this was an affront to both of them. ‘That’s why I’m here,’ Diamond said, ‘to get Jerry’s side of the story. Where were you on Sunday night?’

  ‘Easy,’ Paloma said, folding her arms defiantly. ‘Evensong.’

  ‘Perhaps Jerry would like to speak for himself.’ This sounded like a put-down, and was. He’d have said it to anyone interrupting. But it pained him to see how Paloma turned pale and then shrank into herself.

  ‘She’s right,’ Jerry said. ‘I never miss evensong.’

  ‘But that’s early, isn’t it?’

  ‘True. It wasn’t me who mentioned it.’

  Paloma was red-eyed, her mouth shut tight.

  Diamond tried to focus. This was one of the toughest situations a policeman is ever faced with, questioning close friends about a serious crime, yet he had to press on. ‘So it doesn’t cover the time I’m interested in.’

  Jerry was answering with confidence, as if he’d heard the questions already. ‘After the service several of us went for a fish-and-chip supper.’

  ‘Where?’

  ‘Spike’s, in Railway Street, just across the street from your police station.’

  Diamond knew Spike’s. He’d taken many a warm packet home from there. ‘These were people from the church?’

  ‘The young crowd, anyway.’

  ‘What time did you leave?’

  ‘I suppose about nine thirty.’

  ‘The thing is,’ Diamond said with an effort to match the buoyant mood of Jerry’s answers, ‘the raid took place about one in the morning.’

  ‘That’s all right, then,’ Jerry said. ‘Virginia can vouch for me, if that’s all you need to know.’

  There was a momentary break in the flow.

  ‘You have a girlfriend?’ Paloma said, recovering some of her sparkle.

  ‘No, mother. This was our Save the Sinner Group. We had a meeting at Virginia’s house in St James’s Square. There’s a mission month coming up and we have to plan it.’

  Saving sinners was a far cry from ram-raiding if it was true.

  ‘What time did this meeting break up?’ Diamond asked.

  ‘Close to one in the morning. Why don’t you speak to Virginia?’ Before any more was said, Jerry took out his mobile and pressed a couple of keys. He held it to his ear. ‘Virginia? Jeremy. I’ve got a policeman here asking where I was after midnight last Sunday evening. You can tell him, can’t you?’ He handed the phone to Diamond.

  The speaker at the other end sounded suspicious. ‘Is this a practical joke?’

  ‘No, Miss.’ Diamond told her who he was. ‘Jeremy tells me he was at your house. Is that correct?’

  ‘Let’s be crystal clear, officer,’ Virginia said, and the frost was tangible, ‘it wasn’t only Jeremy. Seven of us were here. And we were on the Lord’s business.’

  ‘And what time did you finish?’

 
; ‘At five past one. With a prayer.’

  ‘You’re certain of the time?’

  ‘Absolutely. It’s in my report of the meeting.’

  ‘And that’s written down somewhere?’

  ‘Jeremy has a copy of the minutes. I sent them out yesterday.’

  ‘Really? That’s all I need to know.’

  ‘The Lord be with you, then.’ The blessing came over as just a tad conditional, but no doubt sincerely meant.

  ‘Thanks.’ He returned the phone to Jerry. ‘She says you were sent a report of the meeting.’

  ‘Could be in the mail I just picked up,’ he said, reaching for the letters he’d placed on the piano. ‘Yes, this is one of her envelopes.’ He opened it and handed the folded sheet to Diamond to open.

  The summary of the meeting began with the list of those present, including J. Kean, and ended with the words: The meeting ended at 1.05 a.m.

  In his mind Diamond added the words Thank the Lord. ‘That clears it up, then.’

  Jerry shrugged. ‘If I’d opened this first we needn’t have troubled her.’

  ‘Thanks, anyway.’

  ‘Who was it who tried to set me up?’ Jerry said.

  ‘You wouldn’t have heard of him. He’s a lowlife, desperate to shift the blame. He’s made it worse for himself.’

  ‘So it wasn’t one of those personal trainers you asked me about?’

  ‘No, someone else.’

  Jerry frowned. He didn’t want to leave this. ‘How would he have heard of me?’

  ‘I’d rather not get into that.’

  ‘Be mysterious, then.’

  Paloma said, ‘Peter’s got to be discreet, Jerry. He’s doing a sensitive job.’

  Diamond gave her a grateful smile. Her loyalty had been under severe strain. It was remarkable that she was seeing things from his point of view. ‘And I’d better get back to that sensitive job, much as I’d like to stay on.’

  Paloma said she was leaving, too.

  Alone with Diamond, waiting for the lift, she said, ‘I was falling apart in there. For a bit I believed my son was about to be arrested.’

  ‘I know,’ he said. ‘Perhaps I should have talked to him alone.’

  ‘He’s my own flesh and blood, and I know robbing shops would be against all his Christian principles so I shouldn’t have had any doubts. It’s hard to describe, being a mum. I’m so relieved that’s over.’

  ‘If it’s any help, I didn’t think he was mixed up in this. But I had to make sure.’

  ‘Of course. And Jerry – being Jerry – doesn’t make things easy. I love him as only a mother can, but even I can see he’s his own worst enemy.’

  ‘In what way?’

  ‘Self-righteous.’

  ‘It’s called the courage of his convictions.’

  In the lift, she reached out to Diamond and kissed him. ‘I could tell how difficult that was for you. You’re a sweet man.’ As the doors opened, she squeezed his arm. ‘Spend the night with me.’

  He felt a surge of happiness he hadn’t known for a long time. ‘It could be late, I mean really late.’

  ‘Doesn’t matter.’

  45

  Only now would Diamond admit to himself what pressure he’d been under. The relief was like the passing of a migraine attack, the moment it was safe to draw back the curtains. Jerry was in the clear. For a time common sense had been suspended. Suspicion had seeped through Diamond’s veins, creating pain and confusion. It hadn’t counted that Jerry had proved his good intentions day after day as a hospital volunteer, that he was a committed Christian who would baulk at breaking one of God’s clearest commandments. Bringing the young man in and exposing him as a criminal had become a real prospect. Paloma would have been devastated; the fragile relationship between them shattered.

  He had just found out how much he valued that relationship.

  Back at Manvers Street, he sought out Keith Halliwell and told him Jerry was not involved in the ram raid and explained why. ‘A church meeting, and I defy anyone to find a more wholesome alibi than that.’

  ‘At one in the morning?’

  ‘Young people are just waking up when you and I are ready for bed.’

  ‘Clubbers, maybe, but this was a church meeting, you say? What time did it start?’

  ‘Late. They went for a fish-and-chip supper first. I’ve seen the minutes and I know when it broke up.’

  ‘So it was minuted?’

  ‘All typed up nicely, praise the Lord, as they say.’

  ‘Gary Jackman lied to me, then. Scumbag,’ Halliwell said, angry he’d been strung along. ‘He’s messed up big time. We’ll nail him now.’

  ‘Later will do,’ Diamond said. ‘He’s a minnow. Where is he now? In the cells? Let him cool his heels for a bit.’

  ‘Guv, this is personal.’

  ‘I said leave it, Keith. Get your priorities right. Find out what’s going on at the hospital. If Harry Lang is able to talk, go up there and take a statement. The clever money’s on him.’

  For all his strengths, Keith Halliwell sometimes got his focus wrong. He was capable of sorting out the ram raids now he was back on track.

  But the bloody ram raids were a minor issue.

  Diamond went looking for Leaman and found him in the incident room chatting earnestly with Ingeborg. ‘You’re back, guv,’ Leaman said, raising his voice for her benefit. Ingeborg hadn’t seen who had come in and could have said something she regretted. It was obvious they were discussing Diamond and he had a fair idea that it was about the bullying of a witness.

  ‘How’s Monnington?’

  ‘I left him with the doctor. He seemed to be recovering.’ Leaman signalled something problematic by clearing his throat. ‘He was complaining about the treatment.’

  ‘Oh? What did she do to him?’

  Ingeborg stifled a giggle.

  ‘Not the doctor’s treatment,’ Leaman said.

  A halo would not have looked out of place over Diamond’s head. ‘I barely touched him. There isn’t a mark on him.’

  They knew better than to challenge him.

  But Leaman had his own agenda. He said as if floating a theory, ‘No disrespect, guv, but do you think it would be an idea if I took over the questioning when we go back?’

  Diamond could have erupted and almost did. Instead he reined back his annoyance, realising it would have confirmed that he was out of control. ‘And what would you ask him?’

  ‘Where he’s got Martin Steel.’

  ‘He’s stonewalling. You heard me try.’

  ‘Yes, but he has to understand he can’t bluff his way out of this. I can get through to him. I’m sure I can.’

  ‘With sweet reason?’

  Leaman shrugged. ‘Something of the sort.’

  ‘Nice cop replaces nasty one, is that it?’

  Now he turned crimson. ‘Nothing so crude as that.’

  ‘Give it to me straight, John. How will you handle this?’

  In effect, he’d already conceded Leaman would take over the questioning. Something might be gained from sitting in as the observer.

  Encouraged, Leaman said, ‘We’ve got a trump card now.’

  ‘And what’s that?’

  ‘Like you suggested, I went to the evidence room and collected the plastic cord used to hang Jocelyn Steel. It’s identical to the pieces you found in Monnington’s car. Same colour, same diameter.’

  The nasty cop felt a flutter of excitement.

  ‘Did you look at the ends to see if it was cut from the same piece?’

  ‘You can’t tell with the naked eye. That’s a job for forensics. But I’ve measured them, and what we have are two lengths of cord, one at twenty-two feet, the other twenty-eight foot three, just about right to haul a body over a beam. The cord used on Mrs Steel was just over twenty-three.’

  He rested a hand on Leaman’s shoulder. ‘OK, John. Give it your best.’

  Monnington’s jaw dropped and his brown eyes opened wide when the two dete
ctives returned to interview room one carrying evidence bags. What was he anticipating? Torture?

  Leaman asked if he was feeling better. Monnington gave a shrug. Diamond checked the clock and spoke the preamble for the tape. Then nodded, and Leaman took over.

  ‘The reason we’re doing this is that a man’s life depends on it. No one has seen Martin Steel for three days. We think you can tell us where he is.’

  The predictable shake of the head.

  Leaman said in a measured voice, ‘The killing has to stop, Dalton. It’s over now. Time for you to think about your situation.’

  He said, ‘I’ve thought. I want my solicitor.’

  ‘That can be arranged, and will. Cooperate now and we’ll all feel more agreeable.’

  Silence.

  ‘I don’t think you appreciate how much we’ve got on you. Your laptop is being examined at this minute.’

  This got the response. He sounded panicky. ‘You’d better not damage the files. I need them for business.’

  ‘You may not be in business much longer. We expect to find some names we recognise, like Martin and Jocelyn Steel.’

  He tried to appear indifferent. ‘I don’t suppose they’re on file any more. I haven’t spoken to them for two years.’

  ‘But you got to know them quite well?’

  ‘I wouldn’t say so.’

  ‘Come on, Dalton, any half-decent salesman makes a relationship with his clients.’

  His professional skills were in question and he was spurred into saying, ‘All I remember is that they fitted the profile of our customers. High-flyers, professional people, singles or couples, generally with no kids. They’re the ones most interested in spending money on leisure items for their homes.’

  ‘Did you ever come across a wealthy couple by the name of Twining, living out at Hinton Charterhouse?’

  A shake of the head.

  ‘That’s in your area, isn’t it? We’re going back to 2004 now. It seems to me they were just the sort of people you would target.’

  Monnington’s eyes narrowed. ‘What do you mean – target?’

  ‘As potential customers. Like you say, well-heeled professional people living in a big house in the country.’

  ‘Never heard of them.’

  ‘They died the same way as Jocelyn Steel. And Delia Williamson and Danny Geaves. Strangled first, and then suspended as if they’d hanged themselves.’ Leaman let that sink in. He was handling this well. ‘The thing is, all these people were found in Bath. That’s one common factor. And another is this.’ He reached for the evidence bag and took out the coil of plastic cord. ‘White plastic cord used to string them up. Have a good look at it. This was used on Mrs Steel.’ He pushed it across the table. ‘For the tape, I’m now showing Mr Monnington the cord found attached to body five.’