same line of work? Counter terrorist?'
He nodded. 'She was the best I ever worked with,' he said softly.
Right. That's enough of the bullshit.
He ran a hand through his long hair as if the gesture was designed to wrench him from this mood.
Get a fucking grip.
'Neville loved her, didn't he?' Doyle said nodding towards Lisa who stirred slightly in her sleep.
'More than anything.'
'More than you?'
She looked shocked.
'After all, you were the one he strapped the bomb to, not her,' Doyle said.
'He would have done anything for Lisa.'
Doyle reached for his cigarettes, lit one, then offered the packet to Julie.
She declined.
'What did he say to you when he was holding you hostage? What did he talk about?'
'He was angry.'
'I figured that out myself.'
'Angry with the army,' Julie snapped. 'With the Government, with the public. With everyone. He thought he'd got a raw deal from the army. He kept on about having been trained to kill but then being discarded. He was mad because no one wanted him any more.'
'Including you?'
'It had been over between us for a couple of years. I put up with it as long as I could, for Lisa's sake. I suppose it was the last straw for him, me telling him I was going to leave him and take Lisa with me.'
'Did you think he was crazy?'
'I didn't know what to think. His moods changed like the bloody weather.'
'He never hit you or Lisa?'
'He wouldn't do that. It wasn't his style.' She smiled humourlessly. 'He'd never have slapped me.'
'Just wired you up with explosive. I'd rather have been slapped.'
'What do you want to hear, Doyle? That he was a maniac, that I was terrified of him? That I hated him?'
'Did you?'
'I felt sorry for him.'
'That's worse.'
'Fuck you,' she hissed.
They locked stares, then Doyle glanced at his watch.
'I've got to make a phone call,' he said, moving towards the door.
Julie watched him go.
'You're a bastard, Doyle,' she said as he opened the door.
'Who's arguing?' he shrugged.
It was as he stepped out into the corridor that he saw DI Calloway heading towards him.
11.37 A.M.
'What the hell are you doing here?'
Doyle eyed the DI disinterestedly and reached for his cigarettes.
'I asked you what you were doing here, Doyle,' Calloway repeated.
'Interviewing the witness.'
'That's police business, it's nothing to do with you.'
'You're right, it is police business but she's Neville's wife and he is my business.'
Doyle noticed that the DI was alone. 'Where's the other half of the partnership?' he asked, taking a long draw on his cigarette.
'Mason's gone back to New Scotland Yard for now. He's got a few things to sort out there.'
The two men eyed one another warily for a moment longer, then Calloway's expression softened slightly.
'Is she saying much?' he enquired, nodding towards the door.
'Not much that's any help.'
'No idea where Neville might be?'
Doyle shook his head. He thought about mentioning Kenneth Baxter then decided against it.
Let the fuckers find out themselves.
'I've got a phone call to make,' Doyle said, walking past Calloway.
'What is the big secret about Neville?' the DI wanted to know. 'Why are you after him?'
Doyle smiled. 'Let me worry about that,' he said quietly.
'I could do you for obstruction,' Calloway said menacingly.
'You couldn't do me for gobbing on the fucking pavement,' Doyle said dismissively, brushing past the DI.
'We're supposed to be on the same side,' the policeman called after him.
Doyle ignored him and kept walking.
As he turned the corner of the
He nodded. 'She was the best I ever worked with,' he said softly.
Right. That's enough of the bullshit.
He ran a hand through his long hair as if the gesture was designed to wrench him from this mood.
Get a fucking grip.
'Neville loved her, didn't he?' Doyle said nodding towards Lisa who stirred slightly in her sleep.
'More than anything.'
'More than you?'
She looked shocked.
'After all, you were the one he strapped the bomb to, not her,' Doyle said.
'He would have done anything for Lisa.'
Doyle reached for his cigarettes, lit one, then offered the packet to Julie.
She declined.
'What did he say to you when he was holding you hostage? What did he talk about?'
'He was angry.'
'I figured that out myself.'
'Angry with the army,' Julie snapped. 'With the Government, with the public. With everyone. He thought he'd got a raw deal from the army. He kept on about having been trained to kill but then being discarded. He was mad because no one wanted him any more.'
'Including you?'
'It had been over between us for a couple of years. I put up with it as long as I could, for Lisa's sake. I suppose it was the last straw for him, me telling him I was going to leave him and take Lisa with me.'
'Did you think he was crazy?'
'I didn't know what to think. His moods changed like the bloody weather.'
'He never hit you or Lisa?'
'He wouldn't do that. It wasn't his style.' She smiled humourlessly. 'He'd never have slapped me.'
'Just wired you up with explosive. I'd rather have been slapped.'
'What do you want to hear, Doyle? That he was a maniac, that I was terrified of him? That I hated him?'
'Did you?'
'I felt sorry for him.'
'That's worse.'
'Fuck you,' she hissed.
They locked stares, then Doyle glanced at his watch.
'I've got to make a phone call,' he said, moving towards the door.
Julie watched him go.
'You're a bastard, Doyle,' she said as he opened the door.
'Who's arguing?' he shrugged.
It was as he stepped out into the corridor that he saw DI Calloway heading towards him.
11.37 A.M.
'What the hell are you doing here?'
Doyle eyed the DI disinterestedly and reached for his cigarettes.
'I asked you what you were doing here, Doyle,' Calloway repeated.
'Interviewing the witness.'
'That's police business, it's nothing to do with you.'
'You're right, it is police business but she's Neville's wife and he is my business.'
Doyle noticed that the DI was alone. 'Where's the other half of the partnership?' he asked, taking a long draw on his cigarette.
'Mason's gone back to New Scotland Yard for now. He's got a few things to sort out there.'
The two men eyed one another warily for a moment longer, then Calloway's expression softened slightly.
'Is she saying much?' he enquired, nodding towards the door.
'Not much that's any help.'
'No idea where Neville might be?'
Doyle shook his head. He thought about mentioning Kenneth Baxter then decided against it.
Let the fuckers find out themselves.
'I've got a phone call to make,' Doyle said, walking past Calloway.
'What is the big secret about Neville?' the DI wanted to know. 'Why are you after him?'
Doyle smiled. 'Let me worry about that,' he said quietly.
'I could do you for obstruction,' Calloway said menacingly.
'You couldn't do me for gobbing on the fucking pavement,' Doyle said dismissively, brushing past the DI.
'We're supposed to be on the same side,' the policeman called after him.
Doyle ignored him and kept walking.
As he turned the corner of the
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