Shrine to Murder
sir.’
    ‘ Ah, the last one.’
    `Yes, sir.’
    ‘ Have you found him?’
    ‘ No, sir.’
    The team had found out that he worked as a stairlift installer, deliveryman and was assistant manager of a local shop that sold mobility aids to the disabled and old people.
    ‘ He must be somewhere,’ Angel said.
    ‘ He installed a stairlift at a house in Wombwell this afternoon, sir,’ Scrivens said.
    ‘ Have you checked that?’
    ‘ I haven’t, sir, but Flora has. She’s actually -’
    Angel said, ‘Just a minute lad. Just a minute. Who is this Flora you’re talking about?’
    ‘ Oh,’ he said. He remembered that Angel would not approve of him referring to the sergeant by her first name.
    ‘ I mean DS Carter, sir.’
    ‘ Aye. That’s better. Carry on. What were you saying?’
    ‘ That DS Carter has been to Wombwell and spoken to the householder.’
    Angel sighed. ‘Go find her for me.’
    Carter appeared at the door. ‘You looking for me, sir?’
    ‘ Aye. Come in. Scrivens was telling me that you’ve been to Wombwell.’
    ‘ Yes, sir. Saw the old lady. Peel fitted a stairlift for her today. Left there about a quarter past five.’
    ‘ Did he seem…all right?’
    ‘ She didn’t think there was anything peculiar about him?’
    ‘ Where was he going? Did she know?’
    ‘ Thought he said he was going home.’
    ‘ What time does the shop close?’
    ‘ Five thirty, sir,’ Carter said. ‘They weren’t expecting him back tonight. Anyway, he wouldn’t have reached it before it closed. The man at the shop gave me Angus Peel’s home address, landline and mobile number. He said he’d phone me if he turned up before they closed. There’s no reply from his mobile or his house phone. I’ve tried it a few times.’
    Angel rubbed his chin. He didn’t like it. ‘You’ve been to his house?’ he asked.
    ‘ It’s deserted, sir. I was there about an hour ago. Looked all round it. Nobody answered the doorbell.’
    It was this last suspect that worried Angel. ‘I’ll have a look,’ he said. ‘He’s the last one. I can’t leave it like this. He might be the one. Then I’m going home.’
    ‘ I’ll show you where it is, sir,’ Carter said. ‘It’ll save time.’
    Angel nodded.
    Ahmed said, ‘A patrol car’s picking me up at the front now, sir.’
    ‘ Right, lad. Now be careful.’
    Ahmed dashed out of the office.
    Angel turned to Scrivens. ‘DS Crisp is bringing in a woman called Margaret Ireland. She’ll be processed and formally admitted into protection. Tell the desk sergeant that I’ve arranged for a place for her at the safe house on Beechfield Walk. She is to be searched and her belongings searched. And she is to be carefully observed. There needs to be two officers in attendance with her, never one only. But I don’t want her to think that we suspect her, but, of course, we do. Just tell her that it’s the system and that we’re just being careful.’
    Scrivens nodded. ‘Right, sir.’
    ‘ You can also tell him that DS Carter is with me and we are going down to Angus Peel’s house to see if we can raise him. Then, if I’m not back, help Ahmed process and settle Kenneth Lamb into a cell and push off home. All right?’
    ‘ Right, sir,’ he said, he went out and closed the door.
    Angel turned back to Carter and said, ‘You’ve instructed the duty jailer, the cells of the men are not to be unlocked at the same time?’
    ‘ Yes, sir.’
    ‘ They’re not to think they’re prisoners, but I can’t risk one murdering the other.’
    ‘ He understands that, sir,’ she said.
    ‘ Right. Let’s go.’
    Five minutes later, at nine o’clock exactly, two cars arrived at the front of the small, modern bungalow on the Wothersley estate, Carter in her Ford followed by Angel in his BMW. Daylight was fading quickly. It was still light enough to see the road, but it was necessary to use sidelights. They parked their cars and met up at the front gate.
    Angel saw that there were no lights on

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