Dalziel 15 The Wood Beyond

by Reginald Hill

  'No, Andy. I went straight home, settled down in front of the box, and that was it.' She spoke with a fervour that might almost have convinced him if he hadn't had the personal ocular proof that she was lying.

  Part of him was tempted to challenge her straight away, but that was the part that wasn't a cop, and while not totally disenfranchised, it had certainly been a minority vote for longer than he could recall.

  No, this was one you saved up for court, or at least for when you'd got her in an interview room with the tape running.

  There was a double ring at the doorbell.

  He said, 'That'll be for me. We'll need your garage and car keys.'

  She looked at him sadly and said, 'Oh Andy. Isn't this where you say something about only obeying orders?'

  'Nay, lass,' he said holding out his huge hand. 'Giving them. Now let's be having them keys.'

  ix

  'Before you switch that thing on, I thought we had a deal,' said Jimmy Howard.

  'That was before we found this,' said Wield holding up the plastic bag containing the envelope from Howard's car. 'Press the switch, Shirley.'

  Detective Constable Shirley Novello started the recorder and Wield recited the litany of date, time and those present.

  'Do you recognize this envelope, Jimmy?' asked Wield.

  'Well, I can see it's an envelope, but one envelope looks much like another, doesn't it?'

  'Take a closer look,' said Wield.

  'No, doesn't ring any bells.'

  'We found it in your car, Jimmy.'

  'Nothing to do with me. Where'd you find it?'

  'Under the rubber matting by the driver's seat.'

  'There you are then. Could have been there ever since I got the heap.'

  'Don't give it a good clean every Sunday then?'

  'Not really.'

  'So, if it's nothing to do with you, there's no chance it'll have your prints on it?'

  'Well, it might do now, seeing as I've just had a good look at it.'

  'Don't get clever, Jimmy. For the tape, the envelope is in a tamper-proof evidence bag, sealed, with the time and date certified. There's something in the envelope, Jimmy. Some tablets. We've taken one out and sent it to the lab for analysis. Any idea what we'll find?'

  'Aspirin?' said Howard. 'Look, I don't know what's in that envelope and I don't know how it got in my car, if that was where you found it. And I can't see how my fingerprints can be on it, unless they were on it before whoever planted it in my car planted it there. I mean, it looks like an ordinary white envelope like we've got lying around the office. I could handle any number of those each day.'

  'And who do you think might have planted it?' asked Wield.

  'Any number of people. When you've been a cop you make enemies, you must know that. Might even be you, Sergeant Wield.'

  DC Novello looked at Wield anxiously. This was the first time she'd sat in on one of his interviews, in fact it was her first formal interview since her transfer to plain clothes. Everyone had told her she was mad to put her future in Fat Andy's gift. She'd appeared on her first day, face scrubbed, hair bound tightly back, wearing jeans and a baggy sweater. Dalziel had looked her up and down and said, 'You got no skirts or lipstick? Place is full of scruffy buggers already.' The others had laughed and settled down to treating her with varying degrees of caution and condescension till they saw what she was made of. Only Wield, so far as she could judge, simply accepted her as one of the team, no tags attached. This, plus his reputation as an implacable interviewer of suspects, gave her two good reasons for feeling anxious about the way things were going.

  'Why do you say that, Jimmy?' asked Wield.

  'Well you came to see me the other day, didn't you? Trying to pressure me to say bad things about my employers. When I wouldn't, you warned me to watch out, ex-cop with a drink-driving charge against his name should know better than to turn his back on his old mates. I told you to get stuffed and leave me alone.'

  It was good, Wield had to admit. He'd underestimated Howard, forgetting that the guy had been a cop for a long time, and the kind of cop who knew how everything worked. The second he saw the envelope he knew that all deals were off. And, knowing that taped interviews could work both ways as evidence, he was busy getting his retaliation in first.

  What he didn't know was that Wield had witnessed the envelope being handed over by Jane Ambler. The Drug Squad were organizing simultaneous searches of her flat and Howard's house. This involved their total manpower, leaving Wield to have first bite at the ex-policeman.

  Now he surprised both Howard and DC Novello by saying, 'I think that's enough for now. Interview terminated at 18.43.'

  Reaching across the table he flicked off the tape switch, stood up, yawned and said, 'Long day, Jimmy. For you too. I'll see you back to your cell.'

  As they walked along the corridor he said, 'Jimmy, you should have had your solicitor there. Could have saved you a lot of grief. Stopped you digging yourself in deeper.'

  'What's that mean? Getting worried, Wieldy? You should be. There's going to be so much shit flying around, some of it's bound to stick.'

  'About me pressurizing you, you mean? No way. Not when Jane Ambler coughs the lot.'

  He paused to see the effect of the name on Howard. The man looked like he'd unexpectedly bitten into a chilli.

  'All you've done, lad, is put a load of crap on tape. I mean, it'll be no good now saying you didn't know what were in the envelope she gave you, not when you've lied your socks off claiming you never saw it. Nay, Jimmy, a good brief would have advised you to say nowt till you knew what it was you were up against. Didn't your time in the Force teach you anything?'

  They had reached the cell. He opened the door and pushed Howard ahead of him. The man turned and put his hand against the door to prevent it being closed.

  He said urgently, 'Look, sarge, is there nowt we can do?'

  'Not my case now, Jimmy. That were just for the record. Drug Squad takes over now.'

  'Shit. Look, suppose I'd been going to tell you about Janey Ambler, as part of our deal, only I didn't have time to get round to it?'

  Wield laughed like a coffee grinder.

  'You're own mam 'ud find that one hard to credit, Jimmy.'

  'Yeah, but look, sarge, anything you could say about me cooperating, sort of working under cover for you, would help. I mean, at least it would sow a doubt about the drugs, wouldn't it? You wouldn't have to say you believe me or not, just stay neutral, long as you could say I was cooperating fully on the other business.'

  'What other business is that, Jimmy?'

  Howard hesitated. Whatever he knows, thought Wield, he knows that once it's out, the bargaining's over.

  He said, 'Jimmy, I'd like to help you, but you see my problem. I've got to chat up them hard bastards in the Drug Squad to get them to go easy. And to do that I'd need to be waving something at them a lot bigger than a little drugs bust. But I don't know what it is I'd be waving, do I? In other words, I can't do a deal till I know what we're dealing with.'

  'Yeah, and the minute I tell you, where's the need for you to do any deal anyway?' snarled Howard.

  It was an old circle and Wield had had long practice in breaking out of it. But before he could urge his arguments, he heard footsteps down the corridor and the custody sergeant's voice saying, 'Here he is, Mr Beasley. And this is Detective Sergeant Wield who's just been interviewing him.'

  Into the cell came a fresh-faced young man in an elegantly cut grey suit.

  He said, 'I hope the interview isn't continuing outside of the properly designated room, sergeant? You know how the courts frown on such breaches of PACE.'

  'Who are you?' said Wield.

  'Mr Beasley's Mr Howard's solicitor,' said Charley Slocum.

  'That right, Jimmy?' said Wield looking at the prisoner whose face gave little sign of recognition.

  'I'm employed by TecSec actually,' said Beasley. 'Mrs Howard rang the office as soon as she heard about Mr Howard's
spot of bother and Captain Sanderson, having a good old military sense of responsibility for his chaps, instructed me to come along and offer my services. On the firm, of course, Mr Howard.'

  Wield said, 'That's big on him. Jimmy, it's up to you.'

  Howard hesitated then said, 'You did say I ought to have spoke with a solicitor, sarge. Never too late, eh?'

  Wield shrugged and stepped out into the corridor.

  Over his shoulder he said, 'I'll see you in court, Jimmy. For some folk it's always too late. From the very day they're born.'

  x

  My name is Peter Pascoe.

  I were born on Swithins Day in the year 1892 - a ten month babby giving my mam great pain which when she complained of they said was no wonder as shed given birth to a giant with his head already hard as any rock - which is why she called me Peter - knowing her Bible well though no other book.

  My mother had been Mrs Grindals maid up at the Maisterhouse - but on getting pregnant and marrying she had to leave of course and settled down in No 13 Miter Lane which is where I were born.

  My father were a charge hand at Grindals Mill. He was I think a good man though fond of drink - which they pointed to when he had his accident - the crowner saying no blame attached to the overseers or manager. I were five years old then - old enough to hear talk of compensation though not to understand what it might mean - and when I asked I were told it meant starving or not starving. I recall asking my mam if we were to starve and she said she hoped God would provide - and next day we heard that Mrs Grindal had given birth to a son and Mr Grindal was sending her out to the big new house hed built in the mid county for the better air - and mam were sent for to go with her as nursemaid. I think they did not want me to go too but my mother said she could not leave me behind and then they said I could go - which all the men said was because of this compensation and some tried to persuade my mother not to go - but I was glad when she said she would go as I did not care to starve.

  The new house was called Wanwood and I lived in the coachhouse with the grooms while my mother stayed in the nursery to be close to the babby. He were a poor mewling thing she said - many times in the first months they feared for his life - and I think none feared as much as I since the grooms told me if he did die then my mother and I must go back to Kirkton where wed surely starve.

  I prayed hard to save his life but knew I were really praying to save my own so did not know if this would count. Then Mrs Grindals brother Mr Sam Batty came to stay - who they said was a very great man of science with knowledge of all kinds of potions and ointments - and he quarrelled with the doctor - who walked off saying that if owt happened to the boy they knew where to lay the blame - but nothing did happen and in a sennight the lad were putting on weight and colour - whether in thanks to my prayers or Mr Sams powders or even the old doctors medicines I did not know or much care. All I cared was I could stay at Wanwood and see my mother at least once every day and have a good meal twice as often.

  I got a start at education too for they made me walk five miles to the village school each day - my fellow pupils did not make me welcome being nothing but a stupid townie in their eyes but six years growing in Kirkton had taught me to look out for myself and when they saw I could bite they soon learned to leave me be.

  So here I lived happily for five or six years - till such time as I was told it was time for me to earn my living which I might do as boy of all work in the household - and so training up to footman or some such - or I could be set on at the mill in Kirkton.

  I asked my mother what I should choose - expecting she would be warm for the household - but she surprised me saying it was an ill life always at her mistress whim and depending on her moods - and specially so for a man who must find it hard work winning a mans respect as a servant.

  I was young but not so young as not to know this must have been hard for her to say - Wanwood being more than thirty miles from Kirkton where indeed they still kept up the Maisterhouse but Mrs Grindal rarely went there these days dividing her time between Wanwood and the London house they had bought and a house they leased by the sea near a place called Cromer which was where the fashionable people went. These last two I never visited staying behind under the care of the housekeeper at Wanwood - which truth to tell was no care at all - so though I missed my mother it was small pain otherwise to be left behind - my own master to roam at will.

  This being used to being left alone added to what my mother said made me resolve to work at the mill - two days later I travelled to Kirkton in the coach with Mr Grindal himself who spent most of his time at the Maisterhouse - in those days he seemed a giant with brows like a ploughed field that used to turn black when he lost his temper which was quick and terrible. But he spoke kindly to me on the journey seeming surprised at my choice but pleased too - saying that I was a sharp lad and if I kept my nose clean there was no reason I shouldnt prosper.

  But oh I had no reason to think of prospering during those first months at the mill where my main job was to crawl beneath the machines as they were working and sweep up the waste - I cannot think of anything worse than the noise and the close air and the terrible fear in my young heart that I underwent in those first endless days when you may imagine scarce a moment passed that I did not bitterly regret my choice to leave the safe servitude of Wanwood. Whatever life may bring me I shall never forget those long long seemingly endless hours of hopeless terror that filled my daily existence and my nightly dreams. ..

  But what cant be cured must be endured and a man is a rare adaptable creature particularly a young one - and eventually what seemed at first but meaningless or even malevolent chaos came to have some shape and order - and I began to feel that mebbe after all I had some control.

  I was lodged at my uncle Georges house - that is my fathers younger brother whose wife my aunt Sara was worn out with having had seven children - but only one surviving - my cousin Stephen who was two years younger than me - but such a weeny lad he might have been five.

  At first Stephen did not care to have an older boy above him - for though he was the son of the house with lads it is always size and strength that sets the order - but I think that when he saw how lonely and unhappy I was in those first days he made up his mind I werent no threat and one evening on my way home from the mill I came on some bigger boys tormenting him and I gave one such a buffet on the nose I think it may have been broke - and the others ran off with him - and after that I could do no wrong in Stephens eyes.

  Uncle George was the timekeeper at the mill - he was very bitter about the manner of my father's death but dare not say overmuch because he feared to lose what was regarded as a good and easy post.

  But there were others who spoke more boldly - Union men - not just about my father which was old business - but about conditions and pay and such things - Mr Grindal hated unions and would not have employed any man who came to him openly saying he was a member - but the Union men knowing this had worked secretly at their recruitment till by the time he became aware of them they were far too many to be dismissed without bringing the whole mill to a standstill - and with it perhaps many others in the area which would not have won him much thanks from the other owners.

  Uncle George despite him being so bitter about his brothers death was no lover of the Union which he said had done precious little in the matter of compensation - he warned me about getting mixed up with them - saying that he reckoned Mr Grindal had his eye on me for advancement - but Id not get far if he thought I were mixed up with the Union men. Being still a boy and working only a boys hours and earning a boys pay I was not able yet for full membership - so I cunningly gave the Union men the impression I would join when I got of age and Uncle George the impression that I was keeping them at arms length - and so I contrived to live at ease with everyone during those early years.

  I knew Alice Clark right from the start of living back in Kirkton. I mean I knew she existed - one of two sisters living two doors up from Uncle Georges - but she were S
tephens age - nobbut a child - so I paid her no more heed than I did the coalmans horse that I saw as often and admired a lot more. It werent till I were near on eighteen and shed been working at the mill herself for more than a year that I started taking notice. She were filling out nicely and had such a way of walking - as if she were by herself strolling under the trees by the river rather than passing down the aisle between them rattling machines - that I found myself going out of my way just for the pleasure of looking at her. From looking it were a short step to talking - nothing out of the way - just a few words if we met on the way to the mill or on leaving it - which we seemed to do more and more often that summer. It were a long way off courting - I still told myself she were only a child - and I had no thought that anyone would have noticed my interest - in fact I dont think I really understood it myself - I mean I were interested in girls and had been for the past two years or so - but little Alice didnt belong in the same class as the big bosomed wicked tongued women us growing lads lusted after.

  It were Stephen who got things started without meaning it. We were sitting eating our bait one day when he said slyly - There goes thy light o love our Peter. I looked up and saw Alice walking with some other lasses quite close. I felt myself blush a bit - without knowing why - and I said - Now stop thy laking - I dont know what tha means.

  It were likely my awkwardness that made some of the others laugh - and one of them - a big solid brute of a fellow called Archie Doyle - with a reputation for beating his wife - said - Tell us then young Pascoe hasta shagged her yet?

  Now a silence fell - not because any of them were shocked - this kind of question passes for wit in a mill - but to see how I would take it. If you let yourself get angered - then thas done forever - fair game for any who want to get a rise. I took my time - chewing on a crust of bread - then I said - Whysta want to know Archie? Ist so long since tha did it thasel - thas forgotten how?

  That got them laughing - all but Doyle who jumped to his feet and came towards me fists clenched. Id seen him in action and I knew what he could do - I jumped up too thinking of running - but I knew I couldnt run forever and hed always be looking for me. So I grabbed up a length of four by two lying around for use in wedging the machine gate open - and I held it before me like a club - and I said - Listen Archie - I’ll put up wi thy filthy tongue cos tha knows no better. But if ever tha lays a finger on me I’ll split thy skull wide open so help me God.