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by Pauline Rowson


  'Stay and tell her. No, Barney, I insist. I told you that earlier.' Suddenly Horton felt it was important that Cantelli should be there. Horton had never known his own father, and maybe that was why he felt so strongly that Cantelli should be with his. Time, Horton recognized, was precious. He wished he'd had time to talk to his mother before she had disappeared, but then he had only been a child and he'd had no idea that when he left for school that morning, it would be the last time he would see her.

  'Are you sure?' Cantelli looked anxious.

  'Positive.'

  Cantelli's relief was palpable. Horton knew Barney wouldn't duck out of work without his agreement. Where Uckfield got the idea that Cantelli was lazy, Horton didn't know. Barney Cantelli was one of the most conscientious officers Horton had ever come across.

  Cantelli said, 'What are you going to do now?'

  'Have another word with Sebastian Gilmore. I'd like to know why he didn't mention this fourth man.'

  'Take the car.' Cantelli handed over the keys.

  They exchanged glances and in Cantelli's eyes Horton saw the fear of losing a loved one.

  On the way back to Gilmore's house, Horton replayed in his mind the conversation with Toni Cantelli and his interviews with Sebastian Gilmore. Gilmore had had plenty of opportunity to tell him about this fourth fisherman, particularly when they'd interviewed him in his office yesterday, so why hadn't he mentioned him?

  Would Dr Clayton have some further information on those bones tomorrow? He certainly hoped so, he thought, pressing the intercom and asking to speak to Sebastian Gilmore.

  'What do you want now?' Selina demanded in surly tones.

  Horton didn't answer. A few seconds later the gates slowly swung open and he drove up the tree-lined drive. Before he had stilled the engine Gilmore was striding towards him in the rain, looking like thunder.

  'I hope this is bloody important,' he roared.

  Holding Gilmore's glacial stare, Horton said, 'Who was the fourth man on your fishing boat?'

  Gilmore visibly started and seemed stunned by the revelation. Was that because Horton had discovered information that Gilmore had wanted to keep a secret? Or had Gilmore genuinely forgotten this fourth man?

  Recovering, Gilmore demanded, 'How do you know about him?'

  'Shall we go inside, sir?'

  There was a moment's hesitation before Gilmore swiftly turned and marched towards the house. Horton took this as acceptance and followed. He was intrigued by Gilmore's reaction, and excited at what he might learn. This time there was no lingering in the gymnasium; Gilmore thrust open a door beyond it on the right which led into a spacious and modern equipped study. He crossed to a cabinet on the far side of the room and poured himself a drink.

  Waving the bottle at Horton he said, 'Whisky?'

  Horton was surprised by the offer, but didn't show it. 'No. Thanks.'

  Gilmore jerked his head at the burgundy leather sofa and as Horton sat, Gilmore settled himself in a matching leather armchair. Horton remained silent as Gilmore took a long pull at the drink. He seemed to be preparing himself for something, or was he just trying to get his story worked out? Was he about to lie?

  Finally, he said, 'The other man was Warwick Hassingham.'

  The name meant nothing to Horton. Had he expected it to? By the flicker of disappointment he felt inside him he guessed so. Perhaps he had been hoping to recognize it from his childhood. He must ring Barney so he could relay the name to his father.

  'Why didn't you tell me about him?'

  'I didn't think it important.'

  But Horton could see that Gilmore was uneasy. He knew that he should have mentioned this fourth man, and the fact that he had omitted to now looked suspicious.

  Horton said, 'I'd like to talk to him. Can you tell me where I can find him?'

  Gilmore gave a short mirthless laugh. 'You'll need the divers. Warwick drowned in 1977.'

  Horton only just hid his surprise. Toni Cantelli hadn't mentioned that. Perhaps he had forgotten the incident. It was possible. He was elderly and ill. Horton cursed silently. His surprise gave way to disappointment. This couldn't be their killer or the skeleton. And neither could it be the man his mother had run away with.

  Gilmore said, 'Now you know why I didn't think it important to tell you about him.' He took another swallow of whisky. 'Warwick's been dead a long time. He can't have anything to do with Tom's death or my brother's. But it was his death that made both Rowley and Tom chuck in fishing. It was never the same once Warwick went and, as I said before, Rowley never liked fishing anyway.'

  'How did he die?'

  Gilmore finished his whisky and poured another. Horton wondered how many he had consumed over the lunchtime. Still, it was none of his business, and Gilmore gave no sign of being even the slightest bit intoxicated. Pity, because if he were, Horton wondered if he might get more out of him. Then he saw that Gilmore needed these drinks to be able to cope with recalling the horror of Warwick Hassingham's tragic death. Suddenly he was no longer the giant but a big teddy bear that had had all the stuffing pulled out of it.

  'It was fifteenth August 1977,' Gilmore said, resuming his seat. 'When we left the harbour it was fairly calm, but there were storm warnings out for later that night. We reckoned, though, that we could get a good catch and return before the storm. But it came across quicker than anticipated.' He took a large gulp of whisky.

  Horton heard a door slam somewhere in the house and a car drive away: Selina's he guessed.

  Gilmore tossed back the remainder of his drink and sat forward, suddenly energized as though angry. 'The wind came up out of nowhere like a bloody tornado and the swell was fucking awful. We could barely keep on our feet. The sea was breaking over the vessel threatening to swamp us. Rowley was sick as a dog. Did I tell you he suffered from seasickness?'

  No wonder the poor bugger hated being a fisherman. Yet he had bought himself a yacht. But Horton knew that different boats cause different movements; perhaps he wasn't seasick on his yacht, or maybe he grew out of it.

  Gilmore continued. 'Then a distress call came over the radio. We weren't far from it, so we answered it to find a man alone on a motorboat. I could see immediately that his engine had gone. Bloody fool shouldn't have been out in that weather, but then some people are idiots.'

  Horton knew that all too well, having had to go to the rescue of stranded sailors himself.

  'We made an attempt to rescue him but a gigantic wave took hold of the bloody vessel and before we knew it the motorboat had been swamped and there was no sign of the man. Then Warwick saw him in the water. He threw him a line.'

  Gilmore rose and poured himself another drink. He was weighing his words carefully now, as though reliving a painful memory.

  'Warwick always was a mad sod. He leaned over the edge of the Frances May — that was our fishing boat — and tried to grab the other man…' Gilmore paused. His eyes seemed to stretch back down the years. He took a gulp of his whisky, and said, 'A wave took him. He wasn't clipped on and he wasn't wearing a life jacket. Warwick went over just as Rowley and Tom grabbed hold of the man. They didn't know what to do. But in fact there was nothing they could do. They hauled the man aboard and Warwick went. He was found some weeks later, I forget how many. What was left of him was buried in Kingston Cemetery. I don't think Tom or Rowley ever forgave themselves for it.'

  And was that the wrong that Gilmore had referred to and Brundall wanted to confess to; that they had let Warwick Hassingham die? Horton would have believed it except for two things: the skeleton and the mention of his mother.

  'Why didn't you tell me this yesterday, or this morning?'

  'Why should I?' Gilmore glared at Horton. 'Warwick died a long time ago.'

  Gilmore was right. And they had a skeleton in Rowland Gilmore's garden that, according to Kenneth Gutner, was a lot more recent.

  'What happened to the man you rescued?'

  'He was taken to hospital suffering from shock, hypothermia and some p
retty nasty cuts. I've no idea where he went after that. He didn't even bother coming to Warwick's memorial service, the ungrateful sod.'

  'And his name?'

  'Don't know. If I did know it I've forgotten it. It happened a long time ago.'

  Horton eyed Gilmore closely. The man's expression was impenetrable and yet Horton sensed something — a lie? Unease? Evasiveness? Surely Sebastian Gilmore would remember the name of the man who had effectively killed Warwick? Sebastian recalled exactly what this man had suffered when rescued, so why not remember the name? Horton had a funny feeling about this. Something didn't smell right.

  'You said Warwick's body was washed up some weeks after the incident; how was he identified?' After weeks in the sea, Horton knew that there wouldn't have been much left of him.

  'Warwick loved his rings. He always wore a gold sovereign ring on the third finger of his right hand and a signet ring with a diamond in it on the little finger. They were on what was left of his hands, and the police matched dental records.'

  'I'm surprised he was buried. Being a fisherman I would have thought the sea-'

  'His mother's wishes,' Gilmore interjected, with an expression of disgust. 'Old Ma Hassingham said the sea had claimed him but she was dammed sure she wasn't going to let it swallow up what remained of him. Poor old bitch. She died eight months later.'

  Horton left a short pause before asking, 'Do you have a photograph of Mr Hassingham?'

  Gilmore looked surprised. 'No. What would I need that for?'

  He wouldn't, but Horton wouldn't mind seeing one to check if it had been the man with his mother on the Camber. Not that it really mattered now because Hassingham had nothing whatsoever to do with his mother's disappearance.

  'You bought your brother out of the business in 1978. How much did you pay him for his share?'

  Sebastian looked surprised and then angry. 'That's none of your bloody business.'

  'Did you know he gave away half a million pounds to the church when he entered the ministry?'

  Sebastian remained silent, glaring at Horton.

  'Is that how much you paid him?' Horton persisted.

  Sebastian Gilmore rose and made for the door, which he threw open. 'If you want to ask questions which have nothing whatsoever to do with my brother's death, then you can damn well do so with my solicitor present — that kind of information is personal.'

  Oh no, it isn't, thought Horton, pausing before rising. 'Thank you for your co operation, Mr Gilmore,' he said pointedly.

  Gilmore showed him out in silence. Horton wondered why he was so touchy about the money, as he ran to the car in the slanting rain and bad-tempered wind. Was there something there that Sebastian Gilmore wanted to hide?

  With Warwick Hassingham dead, that left Sebastian Gilmore as the only surviving member of that crew. Was he in danger? Gilmore was nowhere in sight. Had Brundall and Rowland's death anything to do with when they had all been fishermen together? Or did it have something to do with his mother? And now there were more questions nagging at him: who was the rescued man and what the blazes had happened to him?

  Sixteen

  They were questions he put to Uckfield an hour later. 'Has that got anything to do with this case?' Uckfield declared with exasperation, his eyes flicking impatiently beyond Horton into the busy incident suite.

  Horton's idea had grown and taken shape on the drive back to the station. He didn't much care for it, however, because he wasn't sure how or if his mother fitted into it. Still, he'd have to take a chance on that.

  'I think we should spend some time looking closely at Sebastian Gilmore,' he said. 'There's a lot of money around him and I'm not convinced it all comes from fishing.'

  'He's built up a big business, why shouldn't he be rich?' Uckfield said, surprised.

  'But how did he build up that business and how much did he pay his brother for his share in it? We know that Rowland gave away half a million pounds in 1979 and that's a lot of money for a humble ex-fisherman. Somehow I just can't see it all coming from running a fishing fleet in Portsmouth; remember this was before those lucrative supermarket contracts. What if Sebastian Gilmore was smuggling drugs back in the late 1970s'

  'How the hell did you arrive at that!'

  Now Horton had Uckfield's full attention and he began to expound his theory. 'It could be the "wrong" Gilmore had tried to put right by entering the church and giving them all his money after his wife and daughter died.'

  'But why drugs?'

  'It pays the most and you know as well as I do that drugs are comparatively easy to smuggle in by sea, or should I say they were easier in the 1970s. I'd like to ask the economic crime unit to find out exactly how much Sebastian paid his brother for his share of the business, and while they're at it I'd also like an investigation into Rowland Gilmore's and Tom Brundall's finances.' He could see Uckfield looking at him as if he'd gone mad. Horton sat forward. 'Tom Brundall was very wealthy and something of a recluse. He hated that photograph being taken of him; you can see that by the look on his face…'

  'What is it?'

  But Horton didn't know. There was a flicker of an idea at the back of his mind but before he could grasp hold of it, it had gone. Maybe it had something to do with the money. He said, 'It just doesn't add up for all three of them to have made it good. One maybe, even two of them, but all three, now I call that suspicious.'

  Uckfield scratched his armpit. 'Rowland Gilmore could have taken the original pay-off from his brother and invested it, or perhaps he set up another business and made more money.'

  'There's no evidence that he did either of those things. So far as we know he bought a house in Wales and a yacht and never lifted a finger again until he entered the Church. So how did he live? Even allowing for the fact that when he sold the house it had appreciated in value, you're talking about 1983 before the prices went sky high. He had sufficient funds not to work.'

  Uckfield grunted and Horton took this as consent to continue.

  'Then there's Tom Brundall. He jacks in fishing in 1979 and the next thing we know he appears in Guernsey with pots of money. Now he, by all accounts, is a clever investor, but he would have needed a tidy sum to start with.'

  'Perhaps he was prudent and a saver.'

  'Perhaps,' Horton conceded, but didn't believe it. 'And Sebastian Gilmore? Large house, massive swimming pool, expensive car and boat, a property on the Isle of Wight, and I bet that's not the only one he's got. OK, so he's a good business man but I'd still like the economic crime unit to go through his accounts.'

  'Not without more evidence you don't.'

  Undeterred, Horton continued. 'Let's say this man they rescued in 1977 was their supplier. They'd gone to meet him when the storm wrecked their plans and as a result Warwick Hassingham dies. That puts the dampers on Rowland Gilmore and Tom Brundall who quit not long afterwards with the money they'd already amassed. Sebastian resumes the smuggling operation with this rescued man, whose name he conveniently can't remember. Everything goes well until whoever our skeleton is shows up, he could be this rescued man aka drug supplier who wants out, or it could be someone Rowland Gilmore has spoken to when studying to be ordained.' And was that someone Anne Schofield had also known? 'He lets slip something about the drugs and eventually he's tracked down to Portsmouth. This person threatens to tell of Rowland's seedy past. Rowland calls either Brundall or his brother and they deal with it, or perhaps Rowland does it himself, luring him to the air-raid shelter and killing him.'

  Horton interpreted Uckfield's incredulous look and added, 'Just because Rowland was a vicar it doesn't mean he wasn't capable of killing someone. Frightened men are as dangerous as angry ones.'

  Uckfield grudgingly acknowledged that before saying, 'It's a bit far-fetched.'

  Ignoring this, Horton said, 'Everything settles down again until Brundall shows up last Tuesday wanting to confess his sins before he dies. He wants to go to his maker with a clean sheet-'

  'Cut the poetic stuff.'

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nbsp; Horton smiled. 'Rowland doesn't want to hear the confession; he gets scared that Brundall will tell someone else, so he calls brother Sebastian and asks his advice. Sebastian can't risk Brundall talking to anyone else, and if his alibi checks out, that means he got someone else to silence Brundall, Rowland and Sherbourne — we still need to check his alibi for Anne Schofield — and that someone could be a professional killer as we originally thought, one of his drug suppliers or our mystery man who was saved at sea.'

  Uckfield exhaled. 'It's a hell of a leap between a rescued man and a drugs ring.'

  Horton sat back and stretched out his long legs, and with a frown he said, 'Maybe, but why didn't Gilmore mention Warwick Hassingham and the accident unless he's got something to hide?'

  'Too painful?' Uckfield suggested.

  Horton recalled Gilmore's attitude that afternoon when relaying the story of Warwick Hassingham's death. Grudgingly he admitted to himself that Uckfield could be right. Yet he felt there was something there that didn't ring true. He wasn't going to give up on his theory yet.

  'I'll contact the Marine Accident Investigation Branch first thing tomorrow and see if I can get the name of the rescued man and then we'll be able to trace him.'

  'I think you're way off beam, but as we've got bugger all else to go on, you might as well go ahead.'

  Horton could see that Uckfield hadn't bought his theory. He said, 'I could also talk to Customs and Revenue tomorrow; see if they've ever suspected Gilmore or his fishing fleet.'

  'No, leave that for DI Dennings. Better give him something to do.'

  Horton acquiesced with a secret smile knowing that Uckfield was already rueing the day he'd given in to Dennings and this was just their first case together. But if Horton knew Uckfield then he'd find a way of getting Dennings out of his hair and one which didn't risk his affairs being exposed.

  He said, 'It might also be worth checking Gilmore's record with the Marine and Fisheries Agency to see if any of his fishing boats or his premises have ever been inspected by their officers, and if so when? And I'd like to know if any of his boats have been inspected at sea by the Royal Navy's Fishery Protection Squad.'

 

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