already met I gather.’ introduced Cruickshank, formally.
Saul stood up slowly from where he was sitting opposite Cruickshank and offered his hand to Tait as she approached him.
‘DC Annie Tait.’ she started, smiling with sympathetic nervousness, taking in his tall, well groomed figure and noticing the small plaster in the palm of his hand as she shook it. ‘So sorry to hear about your loss.’ She stepped slightly to the side and Bentley shook Saul’s hand firmly, visibly causing him to grimace.
‘See you’ve ditched the Tuxedo then?’ Bentley commented as the three of them sat down.
‘It was a rag by the end of that day, sweat and blood were the only things holding it together. And dog piss.’ Saul answered with sardonic joviality.
‘Aye, heard you had a bad time of it. For what it’s worth, sorry for your loss. Jackson tends to get pissed off when people make me angry, then pisses on them. What can I say; better than having him bite you. What brings you north of the Border?’
‘When I was nailed naked to a chair and just about to have my heart ripped out by your friend Gordon Ennis, a man saved me. I don’t have a clue who that man was. He could be called Rob Adams, could be Ben Hanlon, he could even be the twin brother I never knew I had. What I do know is that he saved my life and his parting words to me were ‘Think on one thing, Even Fallen Angels Have Wings.’ The same words that Elvis Aarons used yesterday just before he committed suicide. Now what I want to know is are they the same person, and if not, what’s the connection?’
‘He was no friend of mine, how the fuck was I to know he was ten bricks short of a hod! Still had that nutter Angus pegged right. You know what they say. Takes a psycho to know a psycho.’
‘Bentley!’ Cruickshank admonished sternly.
‘Sorry Ma’am.’
‘I take it you still think Madame Evangeline was a figment of Rebecca’s imagination.’
‘Oh fu..flip, here we go again. Okay, she might not have mutilated her son, but she sure as hell still shagged him, was there when he tripped and died, and there is no evidence whatsoever to corroborate the existence of Madame flippin Evangeline. I’m telling you, the bird is all in her sick, twisted mind.’
‘Gentlemen, I don’t think that’s really helping us and I don’t think it’s what we should be focusing on at the moment.’ started Tait, her voice still full of nerves, but tinged with authority. ‘The important thing is there are potentially two people divided by two weeks and a hundred miles that have used the same phrase. Calls the theory that Elvis was a loner into question straight away.’
Cruickshank nodded approvingly ‘Quite right Tait. You two stop the pissing contest and Saul, please tell us everything that you know.’
There was an urgent rapping on the office door and it was immediately pushed open, DI George McCalvey striding into the room, an open laptop in his hands.
‘Sorry for interrupting Ma’am but you really need to see this.’ McCalvey said, placing the laptop on her desk. ‘We got it through from the BBC about ten minutes ago. They received a video clip. It’s from the Fallen Angels.’
Chapter 12
I really need to get a grip. It’s every woman, every bloody woman. Half an hour ago it was Gaynor Cruickshank. I’m looking at her and thinking, ‘Is she Jess, in disguise.’ The fact that she is a foot smaller doesn’t even come into it. I saw the curve of a jaw and my mind suddenly went there. The same with Tait. I can smell her and it reminds me of Jess. And Jess is smiling in my mind. Same height, same build, but totally different hair, colour eyes, protruding teeth, personality, everything.
Same with Bentley. Is he Hanlon? Still the same narrow minded superficial twat I recall from two weeks ago, but that could all just be a front. At the minute, it’s difficult to know what to
Saul stood up slowly from where he was sitting opposite Cruickshank and offered his hand to Tait as she approached him.
‘DC Annie Tait.’ she started, smiling with sympathetic nervousness, taking in his tall, well groomed figure and noticing the small plaster in the palm of his hand as she shook it. ‘So sorry to hear about your loss.’ She stepped slightly to the side and Bentley shook Saul’s hand firmly, visibly causing him to grimace.
‘See you’ve ditched the Tuxedo then?’ Bentley commented as the three of them sat down.
‘It was a rag by the end of that day, sweat and blood were the only things holding it together. And dog piss.’ Saul answered with sardonic joviality.
‘Aye, heard you had a bad time of it. For what it’s worth, sorry for your loss. Jackson tends to get pissed off when people make me angry, then pisses on them. What can I say; better than having him bite you. What brings you north of the Border?’
‘When I was nailed naked to a chair and just about to have my heart ripped out by your friend Gordon Ennis, a man saved me. I don’t have a clue who that man was. He could be called Rob Adams, could be Ben Hanlon, he could even be the twin brother I never knew I had. What I do know is that he saved my life and his parting words to me were ‘Think on one thing, Even Fallen Angels Have Wings.’ The same words that Elvis Aarons used yesterday just before he committed suicide. Now what I want to know is are they the same person, and if not, what’s the connection?’
‘He was no friend of mine, how the fuck was I to know he was ten bricks short of a hod! Still had that nutter Angus pegged right. You know what they say. Takes a psycho to know a psycho.’
‘Bentley!’ Cruickshank admonished sternly.
‘Sorry Ma’am.’
‘I take it you still think Madame Evangeline was a figment of Rebecca’s imagination.’
‘Oh fu..flip, here we go again. Okay, she might not have mutilated her son, but she sure as hell still shagged him, was there when he tripped and died, and there is no evidence whatsoever to corroborate the existence of Madame flippin Evangeline. I’m telling you, the bird is all in her sick, twisted mind.’
‘Gentlemen, I don’t think that’s really helping us and I don’t think it’s what we should be focusing on at the moment.’ started Tait, her voice still full of nerves, but tinged with authority. ‘The important thing is there are potentially two people divided by two weeks and a hundred miles that have used the same phrase. Calls the theory that Elvis was a loner into question straight away.’
Cruickshank nodded approvingly ‘Quite right Tait. You two stop the pissing contest and Saul, please tell us everything that you know.’
There was an urgent rapping on the office door and it was immediately pushed open, DI George McCalvey striding into the room, an open laptop in his hands.
‘Sorry for interrupting Ma’am but you really need to see this.’ McCalvey said, placing the laptop on her desk. ‘We got it through from the BBC about ten minutes ago. They received a video clip. It’s from the Fallen Angels.’
Chapter 12
I really need to get a grip. It’s every woman, every bloody woman. Half an hour ago it was Gaynor Cruickshank. I’m looking at her and thinking, ‘Is she Jess, in disguise.’ The fact that she is a foot smaller doesn’t even come into it. I saw the curve of a jaw and my mind suddenly went there. The same with Tait. I can smell her and it reminds me of Jess. And Jess is smiling in my mind. Same height, same build, but totally different hair, colour eyes, protruding teeth, personality, everything.
Same with Bentley. Is he Hanlon? Still the same narrow minded superficial twat I recall from two weeks ago, but that could all just be a front. At the minute, it’s difficult to know what to
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