the SP, Detective?’
‘Erm, well … no’ much change since the briefing.’ He turned to me. ‘This is the bloke that found him.’
The super put steely-blue eyes on me; I felt frozen in his gaze.For a moment I thought he might speak, but he merely sussed me out, drew what he could from my appearance – by the kip of me, I dreaded to think what that might be.
The super took the notebook from the detective, flicking back a few pages. He halted on one or two points. I watched him wet his lips with a flash of grey tongue. The piercing eyes seemed to be recording every detail; he unnerved me.
‘That’s enough, Detective,’ he said, ‘back to work. I’ll expect your report on my desk in the morning.’
‘The morning … It’s the middle of—’
The super lifted his head; it was enough.
‘Yes, sir.’
As plod departed I was left alone with the top boy. He spoke to me for the first time: ‘So, Mr Dury …’
Was it a conversational gambit? I didn’t bite. Held schtum.
He put his hands behind his back, turned and nodded to the car park. ‘Shall we take a walk?’
Couldn’t say it appealed to me, but I followed on. He had a strong stride, spoke as he walked. ‘You have a name I hear cropping up quite a bit these days.’
‘That so?’
A piranha smirk. ‘Oh, yes.’ He stretched out the vowel.
‘Well, better than no one talking about me, I suppose.’
We’d reached the bourne of the car park. ‘I don’t believe I’ve given you my name.’ He extended his hand. ‘Chief Superintendent Charles Henderson.’
I shook his hand, but it felt unnatural.
‘What interest do you have in this … case, Mr Dury?’
I played him. ‘By case, do you mean Calder’s murder … or are you including Ben Laird’s too?’
He brought a gloved hand up to his chin, rubbed the spot where most men would have stubble at this time of the night, said, ‘What makes you think either were murdered?’
I let out a sigh. Most people would have taken that as an indication that I wasn’t playing the game but Henderson didn’t faze.‘Well, Ben aside, for the moment, if you were properly briefed tonight you’d know that I’d heard movement in the hall before I found Calder.’
He smiled. ‘It was probably just the wind. It’s a draughty old hall.’
Couldn’t believe I was hearing this, said, ‘Are you serious?’
The smile remained. ‘I’m deadly serious … there’s no way he was murdered, Mr Dury – we found a suicide note.’
First Ben dies, put down as a gasper; then Calder’s a suicide. Aye, right. I didn’t button up the back.
I said, ‘The note was typed, I suppose.’
‘On Calder’s computer.’ Henderson blinked – first sign I had that he was human. ‘There’s no disputing it’s his.’
There was no way I was buying this, arked up, ‘If you think I’m stupid enough to believe—’
He raised a gloved hand, smirked. ‘Mr Dury, I’m sure you’re not stupid enough to challenge the official version of events.’
I eyeballed him, making sure he got my meaning. ‘What you mean is … surely I’m not stupid enough to challenge you .’
He remained calm, quiet; kept that firm gaze of his on me. That earlier blink now seemed like a momentary lapse of concentration. He was back in character.
I turned, headed out of the car park. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might pack in at any moment. I was deeper into this caper than I’d imagined; wondered if it was going to be the end of me. If filth – right at the top of the ladder – were taking an interest, it couldn’t be good … but this turn was the worst yet. Felt as if I’d waded deep into shit creek.
On the street I turned, stared back into the dead of night. Henderson was gone, the spot on the tarmac where he’d stood now bathed in blue light flashing from a stream of exiting police cars.
Chapter 13
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