He was impressed. ‘You’ve done your homework on serial killers.’ Another remark he wished he could take back.
A silence developed between them.
Finally Paloma looked at his plate. ‘I don’t think you’ve eaten any of the cheese and biscuits yet.’
‘Not much appetite.’
‘Peter, you are worried by this.’
He made a sweeping gesture in dismissal and then thought better of it, deciding he owed her an honest answer. ‘Well, I’ll tell you. I’m not entirely sure that the man we are holding killed all three of the victims. The case has had huge publicity. Any police killing does. I’ve had a suspicion all week that the shootings weren’t random. Now I believe Harry Tasker may have been shot by someone else, a killer who wants his crime to be lumped in with the Somerset sniper.’
‘But it’s the same gun for all three, isn’t it?’
‘The same kind of gun, same kind of ammunition. A Heckler and Koch G36, firing 45mm cartridges. They’re standard issue in the police. See the way my mind is working?’
‘Someone in the police had a grudge against Harry and saw this as an opportunity to kill him and have the crime credited to someone else?’
‘Exactly.’
‘Is this G36 a prohibited weapon?’
‘God, yes.’
‘You’d have to be a firearms officer to own one?’
‘You wouldn’t own it. They’re police property.’
‘Does anyone else use them? What about the army?’
‘No, but they’re widely used in Europe. It’s the standard service rifle of the German army, among others.’
‘Do you see what I’m getting at?’ she said. ‘There must be some being traded in the criminal world.’
‘That goes without saying. The G36 has been around since the early nineties. Not as long as the Kalashnikov, the AK47, but you can get them illegally. I’ve seen one that was used in an armed hold-up in Bristol. I didn’t think they were knocking around in Bath until today, when I visited a house and found a whole secret armoury of AK47s, G36s and much more. Big shock.’
Her eyes widened. ‘In Bath? Where was that?’
‘I’d better not say. We haven’t recovered them yet.’
‘Not a policeman’s house?’
He smiled. ‘No.’
‘The guns are out there, then,’ Paloma said. ‘That’s all I’m saying — that the weapon used to kill Harry Tasker may not have been a police weapon.’
‘We’ll know shortly. A G36 was recovered this afternoon from the river close to where our suspect was arrested.’
She brought her hands together in approval. ‘Can it be identified as the gun that killed all three?’
‘When it’s cleaned up. The ballistics experts will do a test firing, discharging bullets into a test-firing chamber. The rifling inside the gun creates marks called striations along the side that are as good as fingerprints. Under a microscope they can be compared with the bullets found at the murder scenes.’
‘You said we’ll know shortly. How soon is shortly?’
‘Always longer than you hope for.’
‘And then you can be certain?’
A silence followed. Diamond was pondering new possibilities.
Paloma gave a sudden cry of surprise. Raffles the cat had crept into the room and jumped on her lap. He’d belonged to Stephanie and enjoyed female company. After letting her feel the weight of his paws on her thighs, he settled into a comfortable position, anticipating he wouldn’t be disturbed for some time.
Diamond was so deep in thought he hadn’t heard Paloma’s cry or noticed the cat. ‘I may have made a wrong assumption about the gun.’
Paloma frowned. ‘Go on.’
‘Everything happened in a matter of hours, the shooting of Harry followed by the report of a gunman in Becky Addy Wood. It was easy to assume that the two incidents were related and the gun being carried in Becky Addy belonged to Harry’s murderer. But if my theory is right, and Harry was shot by whoever wrote that note, this is going to need a rethink.’
‘Can’t you tell your forensics people this is an emergency?’
‘They still take the same amount of time.’
‘Meanwhile, you’re at risk of being killed.’
‘That’s why we’re eating in tonight.’
‘Peter, you shouldn’t make light of it. I don’t think you should leave the house until these tests are confirmed one way or the other.’
‘I can’t take time off.’
‘How will you travel to work tomorrow?’
‘Car, as usual.’
‘That’s crazy. He could be lying in wait. We’ll go in my car, with you out of sight, lying on the back seat.’
He laughed.
‘I’m staying the night,’ she said in a tone that brooked no argument.
‘If that’s the outcome,’ he said, ‘I’ll settle for the back seat.’
‘It’s nothing to do with you,’ she said glancing down at her lap. ‘Raffles isn’t moving off my lap. His decision.’
28
‘I don’t want anyone to see me like this,’ Diamond said from his position lying along the back seat.
‘They won’t. That’s why we’re doing it,’ Paloma said as she drove down the Lower Bristol Road into Bath. She knew when to be firm with him. ‘Last night you were perfectly okay with it.’
‘Yes, but this is now.’
‘We’re just passing another cemetery on our right.’
‘Point taken.’ He was dressed for a funeral, but not his own. They had discussed whether he should take the risk of attending Harry Tasker’s funeral. Diamond had insisted he would be there, after giving his word to Harry’s widow. It wasn’t as if he’d be standing in the open around a grave. The cremation would be in a small indoor chapel, surely too enclosed for a sniper to take a shot at him and escape.
He had decided to treat the latest ‘You’re next’ note seriously and take care, but say nothing about it until the ballistic test results came in. Then he would be better placed to judge whether the note was a hoax. He’d know for sure if the rifle recovered from the river had been used for any or all of the shootings. Then it would become clear whether the killer of all three victims was in custody.
‘Crossing the river now,’ Paloma continued her commentary. ‘Soon be in Manvers Street.’
‘I may sound ungrateful,’ he said. ‘I want you to know I appreciate this. You don’t have to drive right inside the nick. Just drop me in the street.’
Paloma smiled to herself. The police parking area was a yard at the heart of the building enclosed by walls several storeys high and scores of windows. ‘Fine. We’ll do as you say.’ Her voice softened. ‘Please take extra care today. It matters to me, you know.’
He thanked her. The car halted and he got out and was crossing the pavement without appearing to hurry when she surprised him by sounding the horn twice as she rejoined the traffic. He tensed, looked round and wagged a finger. But she was already gone.
Inside on the stairs, he met John Wigfull, a blast from the past. Now a civilian responsible for publicity and press relations, Wigfull had once been his deputy and they had never got on. JW was someone well capable of setting him up. Diamond wondered how much he knew about the present investigation. ‘Morning, John.’
The cordialities had to be exchanged, whatever each was thinking. Wigfull’s Lord Kitchener moustache had always masked his true sentiments. ‘Morning, Peter. You’re looking sombre.’
‘Harry’s funeral later,’ Diamond said.
‘I thought his widow didn’t want us there.’
‘She made an exception of me.’
‘You? I can’t think why. He wasn’t CID.’
‘I’m the man on the case, that’s why.’
‘Better stick to the case and keep your head down, then.’
Diamond grasped Wigfull’s sleeve before he moved on. ‘What do you mean by that?’
‘You’ll find out. I th
ink some heavy artillery is coming your way.’
Keep calm, Diamond told himself. It’s an expression of speech. It doesn’t have to mean that he knows anything about the note. ‘Artillery who from?’
‘The Assistant Chief Constable, no less.’ With that, Wigfull moved on, leaving Diamond reassured that Wigfull wasn’t talking about gunfire, but wondering what new infliction to expect from Georgina. If the ACC was on the warpath, it was serious. She’d kept her distance all week.
Keith Halliwell gave his usual warm, ‘How you doing, guv?’ in the incident room and confirmed that Diamond was summoned upstairs. There was no indication what it was about.
He found Georgina staring out of her top floor window, hands behind her back wringing the neck of an invisible chicken, an ominous sign. The window looked out onto Manvers Street, where he’d stepped out of the car. As usual Georgina was in uniform. She was one of the few female officers who always wore a skirt. Without turning to face him, she said, ‘Is your mobile switched off?’
He delved into his pocket. ‘It is,’ he said. ‘It won’t go off.’
‘I guessed as much. I’ve been trying to reach you all morning.’
‘I just got in.’
‘I know,’ she said. ‘Is something the matter with your car?’
‘A friend gave me a lift in.’
She about-turned and practically clicked her heels. Her look travelled up and down his clothes. ‘Why are you dressed like that?’
‘Harry Tasker’s funeral this afternoon, ma’am.’
‘I thought it was a family affair, with none of us invited.’
‘Mrs. Tasker made an exception in my case. Some lads from uniform are going as well, I believe.’
‘It seems to me,’ Georgina said with a sniff, ‘that I’m the last to be informed about anything in this place.’
He still wasn’t sure what could have triggered this hostility. His mind raced through the possibilities. Clearly she was in a state about something he’d kept from her.
She gestured to him to sit in the upright chair facing her. Then she lowered herself into a swivel armchair. Having checked that the hem of the skirt was as close to her knees as possible, she started. ‘Yesterday afternoon, you phoned Headquarters.’
The light dawned. A large bee called Protocol lived in Georgina’s bonnet. ‘Correct, ma’am.’
‘Without a word to me.’
His confidence returned. He was at an advantage here. Play this straight, he thought, and I’m on a winner. She doesn’t know the full story of the secret gunroom. ‘It was a matter of some urgency, ma’am. As you know, I’ve been working closely with a Headquarters man, Detective Superintendent Jack Gull, head of the Serial Crimes Unit. I informed him about the call and he was in agreement, so I got on with it. Should have notified you as well, I see that now.’
‘The first I heard of it was a call from Headquarters relayed to me at home this morning before eight o’clock.’
‘At home before eight? That’s a liberty,’ Diamond said with an effort to sound compassionate.
‘They referred to a tip-off you gave them. I knew nothing of this.’
He heaped more sympathy on her. ‘Lines of communication loused up again. I’m sorry if I’m to blame, ma’am. My enquiries into the sniper case took me to Soldier Nuttall’s property on Claverton Down. He’s the nutcase with the private army, Fight for Freedom.’
Georgina said in a frigid tone, ‘You don’t have to tell me about Cyril Nuttall. I know him, and “nutcase” isn’t a word I’d use.’
A warning light went on in Diamond’s head. ‘Is he a friend of yours?’
‘Hardly. He owns the property I lease.’
Wheels within wheels, Diamond thought. She’s worried about her tenure. Well, Georgina, my dear, some things have to take priority over your living arrangements. Prepare to hit the ceiling when you hear what your head of CID discovered here in cosy old Bath. ‘His son Royston showed up on the radar. I visited the house with one of my team with the intention of interviewing the lad. No one was about when we arrived so I took the opportunity to look around. There was a rifle range, which didn’t surprise me, knowing Nuttall’s reputation, and below it — hidden under boards in a former swimming pool — I discovered a secret armoury. A large collection of assault rifles. These weren’t sporting guns, ma’am, they were high-velocity killing machines, AK47s, G36s and MP5s. It was obvious they had to be reported at the first opportunity.’ He paused for effect and folded his arms. ‘That was my tip-off to HQ.’
‘So they informed me at 7:55 this morning,’ she said in a voice every bit as measured as his. ‘Acting on this tip-off of yours, a major operation was mounted, a pre-dawn raid on Mr. Nuttall’s house and grounds.’
‘I’m glad to hear it,’ Diamond said, but that inner voice was telling him not to celebrate yet. Georgina wasn’t as impressed as she should have been. Something must have gone wrong with the raid. Had some idiot fired a live round?
Georgina was telling the story now. ‘Thirty trained officers from Bristol in full body armour with dogs. Once inside, they split into two groups. Half of them stormed the main house while the other half located the swimming pool and took it over. Cyril Nuttall and his son were roused at gunpoint.’
‘The guns were still there, weren’t they?’ Diamond said, baffled by the strong tone of disapproval in Georgina’s account.
‘Oh, yes, just as you described.’
‘At least seventy assault rifles of various makes?’
‘Yes,’ Georgina said. She made a long, alarming pause before adding, ‘And no.’
‘I don’t follow you.’
‘Seventy replica assault rifles. They’re fakes, made in China. Not one of them is capable of being fired.’
It Georgina had leapt over her desk and gone for his throat he couldn’t have been more surprised. ‘Never.’
‘You’d better believe it, Peter. This is a major cock-up. I’ve had my ear chewed by the Head of Operations. A raid like this doesn’t come cheap, you know, and highly trained officers aren’t amused at being bussed to Claverton in the small hours to pick up a load of plastic toys.’
‘They looked real to me.’
Georgina exhaled sharply. ‘The whole point of replicas is that they’re made to look real. They’re constructed with minute attention to detail. Even the weight and balance match the original. But the fact remains that they are not the genuine article. It was a wild-goose chase, a total shambles.’
‘Aren’t imitation guns still illegal?’ he said, clutching at straws.
‘Not on private property they’re not. Brandish one in the street and you’re committing an offence, but these are strictly for use in war games within the walls of Mr. Nuttall’s estate. He’s entitled to own them and play soldiers with them and so are his members, so long as they don’t venture outside.’
He clutched the back of his neck in despair. Nothing was going right.
Georgina was relentless. ‘Because of you, I’ve spent most of the morning grovelling. Headquarters are incandescent. Cyril Nuttall has been onto me several times threatening legal action for invasion of privacy, damage to property and wrongful arrest.’
‘Damage? What damage?’
‘His wrought-iron gates were bulldozed and his front door was battered in. He puts the cost at over two thousand pounds.’
‘Didn’t they find anything incriminating? He must have some real guns on the premises to use on the range.’
‘All legal and licensed and properly stored. He’s squeaky clean and we’re up to our necks in ordure. Thank you very much, Peter.’
An embarrassing story can’t be suppressed. All of Manvers Street knew of it. Downstairs in the incident room, everyone was waiting for Diamond to show his face again. Jack Gull was grinning from ear to ear.
‘Here comes the man of the moment. Looking for a new job, Peter? Something in plastics?’
Ignoring them all, Diamond stepped across the room to his offi
ce and closed the door, careful not to slam it and let them know how he felt. The only way he knew of surmounting the ridicule was to apply himself to the unanswered questions that remained. He reached for the phone and got the number of the forensic science company who were examining the rifle recovered from the river.
‘Any results on the G36 yet?’
‘Who is this?’ the voice on the line asked.
‘Peter Diamond, Bath CID. I’m the SIO on the sniper enquiry.’
‘Diamond. Aren’t you the chap who set up the dawn raid on Soldier Nuttall’s plastic gun collection?’
His knuckles went white squeezing the phone. ‘How the hell did you hear about that?’
‘I had Jack Gull pestering me for results only ten minutes ago. Amusing story. Look, we’ve worked miracles already cleaning up the gun and we’ve done some test firings, but we haven’t finished analysing them. We understand the urgency, the custody clock ticking and all that. We’ll let you know as soon as we have anything definite. You’ll be pleased to hear one thing.’
‘What’s that?’
‘It’s a real gun. Not one of your plastic jobs.’
He could hear faint giggling before he ended the call.
Stay positive.
He opened the door and asked Ingeborg to come in.
‘What’s happening with the man in custody?’ he asked her. He wasn’t going to ask Gull and present him with the opening for yet another clever dick remark.
At least Ingeborg was straight-faced. ‘He still hasn’t said a word yet. Your theory that he’s an illegal immigrant is looking good.’
‘There must be a link with Westwood or Avoncliff or Bradford on Avon. Else why would he have holed up there?’
‘Jack Gull says it was close to Bath and handy for the third shooting.’
‘I don’t buy that,’ Diamond said. ‘Have they traced the owner of the motorcycle?’
Alert as always, Ingeborg had already checked with the DVLC at Swansea. ‘His name is Hamish Macintosh.’
‘Doesn’t sound like an asylum seeker.’ His mouth twitched into a smile. ‘Unless he escaped from Scotland.’
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