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by Reginald Hill


  She regarded him with the scorn of one who'd been born knowing how to programme a VCR, and said, 'Skimmed milk or Gold Top?'

  Pascoe examined the package. The label told him it was from Barbara Lomax, Ada's solicitor. He'd phoned her office to say that he'd carried out Ada's instructions with regard to disposing of her ashes, and would be interested to know what other duties his role as executor required of him. He'd expected there might be a few papers to sign, but this package looked like serious work.

  Well, it would have to wait. Legal duties were important, but he had a greater master than the Law to serve.

  He shovelled in his muesli, slurped down his coffee, refused (much to Rosie's distress) his toast, and on his way up to the bathroom passed Ellie on her way down.

  'Bloody red wine,' she hissed at him. 'You know it doesn't agree with me.'

  'It wasn't my idea,' he called but she was already out of earshot.

  He went out of the door at a run but she caught him as he backed the car out of the garage.

  'But it was worth it,' she murmured bending to kiss him through the window. Then rather spoilt it by adding doubtfully, 'At least I think it was… never mind, it'll probably all come back later.'

  As he drove too fast along the road into town, he found himself like a tardy schoolboy rehearsing excuses. Maybe I should have asked Rosie to write me a note! he mocked himself. Just tell the fat old sod the truth. Which was? That I slept in. Why? Because I slept too well. Also because I slept too badly. Which? Both. How come? I slept well because we wined and dined and… exhausted ourselves. And I slept badly because I've got this maggot in my mind like one of those maggots which grew fat on all those thousands of bodies out there in the Salient, corners now of foreign fields, compost and bone meal, long ploughed under, to set the green shoots reaching for the sun, for beasts to graze on and finally create those mountains of excess for which the EU is the jest and riddle of the known world.

  No! Better Rosie's note than this rambling truth. Dear Mr Dalziel, my daddy is late because he and Mummy got pissed last night. I will try to make sure it doesn't happen again.

  His radio crackled. Control, which in this case meant Dalziel, wanted to know his location. He was approaching a roundabout. Straight on would take him to his desk in about fifteen minutes. Exit right and the ring road would bring him within striking distance of Wanwood House in about the same time.

  A bit of advice from his younger detective days sprang into his mind. Never be late, always be somewhere else. Could even have been the Fat Man himself.

  He kept going round the roundabout.

  Into his radio mike he said, 'Location Wanwood House following up yesterday's enquiries at ALBA HQ.'

  What he was going to do when he got there he had no idea. This was an absurd schoolboyish way for a mature DCI to be behaving. But when you thought about all those young boys who back in 1914 had lied themselves to death, perhaps there was a balance to be redressed, and every act of mature childishness was a tiny chipping at that greatest mountain of European waste, the Everest of unused youth.

  Perhaps. Or perhaps he was just following a well-worn track into the male midlife crisis.

  Whatever, he'd better start thinking of a reason for visiting Wanwood or he might find crisis coming a little early this year. iii

  Wield usually got on well with women. After they got over the twin barriers of his looks and his profession, they found his presence so unthreatening that even the most nervous were able to relax, though only the most perceptive, such as Ellie Pascoe, got beyond the face and the job into the penetralium of his mystery, and worked out the cause of their comfort was his gayness. Like sometimes cancels out like, however, and it soon became apparent he wasn't going to get anything out of the first two ANIMA women he interviewed, Meg Jenkins and Donna Linsey, who ran a pet shop and their lives together. He doubted if they'd have sold him a goldfish and was glad to put their musty, musky premises behind him.

  The next three were much more unbending but not to any great effect other than a consensus that what Wendy Walker did outside the group was a mystery. This in itself was not uninteresting, in that to keep yourself to yourself within any group of Yorkshire women required an act of will beyond the reach of all but the most dedicated. But Wield had been too long at his last to cobble significance out of secrecy. He knew better than most that the habit of discretion was harder to divest than the reasons for it. Like the old adage said, once a nun, always a nun.

  Annabel Jacklin happily was as unnunlike as you can get without starring in The Sound of Music. This was Jacksie, the buxom blonde whose descent into the crater had prefaced the discovery of the buried bones. Previously Wield had only glimpsed her sodden wet, mud streaked, and deeply shocked. Fully recovered from her experience, she now made the most of a not-too-distant resemblance both in looks and bounce to Marilyn Monroe at her peak in Some Like It Hot, a movie which an old partner of Wield's had once made him sit through three times. This was not an experience likely to be repeated in the company of Edwin Digweed who was fervent in his belief that the only good films ever made were square-shaped, grainy, and usually silent, which left Wield nothing to do but shrug and say, 'Nobody's perfect.'

  But any hint of flirtatious flaunt at finding a strange man on her doorstep vanished the moment Wield identified the reason for his visit.

  'I nearly fainted when I realized who it was they'd got in Intensive Care,' she said. 'First time it's happened to me, someone I knew personally I mean, and it's a real shock, you know. You're in a kind of different mode when You're at work, sort of detached – you've got to be, in our job – and seeing someone you know sort of jolts you back to what you are normally, do you know what I mean?'

  'Yes,' said Wield. 'Same in my line.'

  'I can imagine. How is she, do you know? It's my day off but I was going to call round and see how she was doing.'

  'Still unconscious, I believe. But they're doing their best. Sorry. Here's me telling you. What I need's a bit of background, Miss Jacklin. Had you known Miss Walker long? Were you close friends?'

  'Yes. Well, I think so. I don't know. I mean, I knew her… know her… we were friends but not for all that long…'

  'You mean, you got on well but you hadn't known her long enough really to know a lot about her?' said Wield.

  'That's right. Hey, why don't you answer all the questions as well as ask them?' said the woman, her earlier sparkle reasserting itself.

  'Does that mean you met outside the group?'

  'Couple of times, yeah. It was her who kept me in the group really. When she joined I was feeling pretty pissed off. Not with helping the animals and things, I've always done that since a kid, you know, RSPCA, donkey sanctuaries, animal shelters, then I got into signing petitions, and marches, and protests…'

  'Then you joined ANIMA,' inserted Wield.

  'That's right. Woman who worked in the same place as me who I sometimes saw at demos took me along. It was all right as long as she was there, then she left. Husband got a job down south. After that it wasn't so good.'

  'How?'

  'Well, the others, I don't know, treated me like I was still a kid. They all think the sun shines out of Cap's bum…'

  'And you don't?'

  'Oh, she's fine. It wasn't her. I mean, it was in a way 'cos she's so single-minded and I could tell she got exasperated a couple of times when I did something clumsy. I don't mean to, but they make me a bit nervous. Anyway I didn't mind Cap, she's the leader, but I couldn't see how this gave any of the others the right to patronize me.'

  'And that made you want to leave?'

  'Partly, but what really pissed me off was when I found I was being left out of things. Someone said something, and I realized they were talking about an op. I hadn't been on. I asked Cap and she said vaguely that she'd tried to contact me but I hadn't been available which was crap. And I thought if it's happened once, how many more times?'

  'When was this?' asked Wield.


  'Oh earlier in the year. So I was ready to tell them all to stuff it when Wendy joined. At first I thought, what the hell's this? I mean, first time you meet her, she comes over a bit weird. But once I got talking, we really hit it off.'

  'Had a lot in common, did you?' asked Wield.

  'Not much,' admitted Jacksie. 'But she was outside the inner circle too and that made a real difference. She said some really saucy things to some of the others, and behind their backs… well, I couldn't tell you what she said, not to a man.'

  She smiled and waited to be pressed. Wield said, 'So what else did you talk about when you weren't slagging off the others?'

  She looked ready to bridle, then perhaps recollected what had brought him looking for her.

  'Oh she went on a bit about miners and women's rights and things,' she said with the light dismissiveness of one whose world-view was experientially myopic. 'And she told me about getting wed when she was seventeen and what a prick he turned out to be.'

  'Did she mention any other men, you know, boyfriends?'

  'No one special. She told me a few stories about fellows, you know, funny stories, the stupid way they go on when they're doing it. Sometimes, though, I thought she might be a bit sort of both ways, if you follow me, and that was why she liked me.'

  'Did she try anything?' said Wield with what he hoped was heterosexual sternness.

  'Oh no. You don't have to look hard to see I'm not that way inclined,' said Jacksie with the naive and cruel certainty that anyone as attractive as herself must be straight. 'Not that it bothered that Donna from making a pass once – you should have seen the looks Meg gave me! – so mebbe I'm wrong about Wendy. Anyway, it never came up. Girls, I mean. Just men.'

  'So what else did you talk about?'

  'The group, mainly. I told her about being pissed off and she said they did seem as go-ahead as the activities committee of the WI and weren't there other groups with a bit more go that we could join?'

  'And are there?'

  'Oh yes, a few. You get to hear things at big demos, recognize faces.'

  'Did you make any contacts then?'

  Suddenly she was looking at him with eyes whose blue had more of storm trooper than baby doll in them, and her body language had changed from fancy-a-slice-of-this? to where-the-hell-are-you-coming-from?

  'What's all this got to do with Wendy being knocked down?' she asked coldly.

  'Just trying to put together a picture,' said Wield.

  'Is that right? You mean, seeing as you were here and this stupid cow's all shook up because her friend's in hospital, you might as well see if you can get her to incriminate anybody while she's not looking.'

  It wasn't altogether true but true enough to mean the interview had just about run its course.

  'Sorry,' said Wield. 'And I'm really sorry about Wendy. We'll do our best to get the bastard. I'm off to see Ms Marvell now. I gather she's really cut up about what's happened.'

  If he'd asked another direct question he suspected he'd have been told to get stuffed, but the obliquity got him his answer.

  'Don't see why she should be, they were always at each other's throats. Wendy's fault as much as Cap's.'

  'Because she thought you should be a more hard-nosed group?'

  'Yes, generally. Though it's funny, that last row they had, the night we found the bones…'

  'Yes?'

  Jacksie checked what she was going to say to make sure it didn't contain anything that could be used in evidence against anybody, then went on, 'It were the other way round. They were the last to be brought into that room where they locked us up till you lot arrived. When they came in they were going at it hammer and tongs. Wendy said, "What the hell were you going to do, Cap? Take his head off?" And Cap said, "Why not? They've been hired to protect those bastards cutting up the animals, so that makes them the enemy too." Funny that. And now, if you don't mind, I've wasted enough time yacking to you. I'm going to the hospital to see how Wendy is for myself.'

  Which brought him finally and he had to admit reluctantly to Cap Marvell's door. It was one thing to mock the Fat Man's fancy behind his back, another to be Put in a situation where there was no avoiding close contemplation of its implications. In most things Dalziel was a law unto himself, but that only worked so long as he was, without fear or favour, the Law unto others. For a cop to screw someone likely to be called as a witness in a case he was working on was foolhardy. For a cop to screw anyone likely to end up in the dock was folly. OK, so Cap Marvell looked unlikely to be prosecuted by ALBA in connection with the raid on Wanwood, but sooner or later she was going to be prosecuted for something! Dalziel had obviously judged this a risk worth taking, assuming of course that judgment figured at all in matters sexual. But even he must have been taken aback by the speed with which it had proved necessary for Cap to be interviewed again in connection with a criminal matter. Not that it seemed probable she would have anything to contribute to the Walker inquiry other than the necessary comments of a known associate. Perhaps it would turn out to be a fortuitous early warning, making Dalziel step back before he got in too deep.

  Shit, thought Wield with sudden self-disgust. How mealy-minded could you get! A few months of what felt like a stable partnership had turned him into Mrs Grundy! If randy Andy thought he'd found true love, then the old sod 'ud be mad not to grab it with both hands while it was before him.

  The door opened and he found himself looking at what, if salacious speculation were correct, the old sod had probably grabbed at with both hands already.

  'Sergeant Wield, I presume. You'd better come in.'

  This was the only hint that she had been forewarned of his visit, but it was enough. If Dalziel were stepping back, it was the merest shuffle rather than a bloody great step.

  She listened to his preamble with courteous patience then said, 'I assume this means that you feel there is a chance that whoever knocked Wendy down may have been known to her, perhaps even had a motive for wishing her harm, and you are therefore collating information on her habits, background, and associates?'

  Sharp lady. Or mebbe she'd had this spelt out to her already and was just wanting to get it on the official record to avoid a slip-up which might embarrass her great protector.

  'That's it, spot on,' said Wield. 'So owt you can tell us…'

  He got the story much as before, though angled slightly differently. Walker had joined the group about two months earlier. She had proved an active and energetic colleague, but hadn't seemed interested in forging links outside the group's main activities… 'Regarding which, as you will understand, I am not about to give you any details, sergeant,' she concluded.

  'I got the impression she and Miss Jacklin were pretty friendly,' said Wield.

  'I suppose they were. Are,' said Cap regarding him speculatively. 'But as to their meeting outside the group, you'd really have to ask Annabel. I know nothing about the social life of either of them.'

  'I'd have thought in your line of business you'd have wanted to know quite a lot about your associates, Ms Marvell,' said Wield.

  'Personal introduction is the principle I work on,' said Cap. 'Someone I trust introduces someone she trusts. That's step one. Then I watch and evaluate.'

  'I gather someone who moved away introduced Miss Jacklin,' said Wield. 'So who introduced Wendy Walker?'

  She hesitated. She's told Dalziel, Wield guessed, but doesn't know if he's told me. Who the heck is it they're making such a song and dance about? The Chief Constable's grannie? This flight of fancy put the real answer in his mind even as Cap Marvell said, 'It was Ellie Pascoe, your Mr Pascoe's wife.'

  She looked as if she were thinking about adding something else but if she was, she changed her mind.

  Saving it for pillow talk thought Wield churlishly.

  'So what grade did you give Miss Walker?' he asked.

  'Sorry?'

  'You said you watched and evaluated,' said Wield.

  'That's right. As I said, she was full of ener
gy. And ideas. Never afraid of putting her point of view forward.'

  'Which was different from yours?'

  'Why do you say that?'

  Wield could have answered that every other member of ANIMA had mentioned, with varying degrees of approval, Wendy's aggressive contribution to debate. Instead he said, 'Not much point in putting her viewpoint if all she were doing was agreeing with you. And she doesn't sound like the apple-for-the-teacher type.'

  Cap smiled.

  'Not unless it had a bomb in it,' she agreed. 'Yes, we often locked horns, from our first encounter almost. That's one of the things I liked about her. She didn't let anything pass unchallenged. Made you think about what you thought. I'm sorry. I'm talking about her in the past tense. I don't mean to.'

  'It happens. So what were the main areas of disagreement?' asked Wield, adding reassuringly, 'It's all right. Anything you say won't be taken down and used in evidence against you.'

  'I hope it may be used for me,' she replied. 'Wendy was hot for direct action; not just animal release, but active sabotage, serious damage, hitting the bastards where it hurts, I quote, which is in the pocket.'

  'You mean arson? Explosions? That sort of thing.' Cap nodded.

  'And people? How did she feel about harming people?'

  'She said that those who inflicted suffering should be prepared to suffer themselves.'

  'And you?'

  She gazed at him with wide-eyed seriousness.

  'I said that my first and only aim was to alleviate animal suffering and as long as I was in charge of ANIMA, this would be our sole guiding light.'

  'Meaning no bombs or sabotage or attacks on individuals?'

  'Meaning just that, sergeant.'

  'And yet even though she disagreed so much, Wendy stayed?'

  'Yes. Interesting that. I expect she was merely biding her time till she got a better offer.'

  'Aren't we all?' said Edgar Wield. But he didn't mean it. iv

  Last time Pascoe had been at Wanwood House the old woodland had been whole. Nothing he'd heard about the cordon sanitaire had prepared him for the swathe of muddy desolation now ripped through its heart.

 

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