spent half an hour with Dana Williams, who, it turned out, was a financial recruitment consultant for Barnes and Penney (apparently, the largest and most profitable such consultancy in the City of London), but didn't get a huge amount out of her, other than an idea of her company's balance sheet. She hadn't been that shocked to learn that Robbie had been murdered, having heard enough rumours of his involvement in organized crime to know that he was always going to have enemies, and had freely admitted to not liking him much anyway; but when we'd told her about his grandma, her tough exterior
had cracked a little.
'She was a nice person, she didn't deserve to go like that,' she'd told us solemnly, and then, after a three-second pause for reflection, she'd launched into a diatribe about the extortionate cost of the brand-new double-lock they'd had put on the front door and how ineffective it had been, until we'd told her that the killer had been let in by someone. 'I wasn't here,' she'd told us quickly, as if we were about to accuse her of being the one. 'I didn't get back until eight o'clock last night. We're very busy at work at the moment.' She'd then taken a none-too-subtle look at her watch and begun fidgeting noisily, the shock of finding out that two of her neighbours had been murdered obviously not getting in the way of Barnes and Penney business.
It was quarter past nine by the time we finished with Dana
Williams, and she hurried out of the room after us, already jabbering into her mobile.
Knox was back out in the hallway talking to DC Berrin, who'd now arrived, and we told them what we'd found out from Miss Williams, including the time she'd returned. 'She was there all evening after that,' I said, 'and she didn't hear anything. My feeling is it must have happened before eight.'
Knox turned to Berrin. 'What time did you get here last night, Dave?'
Ten to six, bang on. I checked my watch. And we didn't leave until midnight. Nobody came in or out in that time.'
'I've just talked to Carlson, the widower on the top floor,' said Knox. 'He was here all day yesterday, except between two and four when he went out for a walk up in Highbury Fields, which he does most days. He thought he heard a bang coming from Mrs MacNamara's apartment at some time between half-one and two. He was watching TV at the time, Neighbours. He said he didn't take much notice because it wasn't very loud, and could easily have been just something breaking. When he came down the stairs to go out, he said that he heard the sound of the TV coming from her apartment, so assumed everything was OK.'
'It could have been the shot that killed her, though?' said Tina.
'Davies says that, as far as he can tell, she was only shot the once, so it sounds logical. That was the killer taking her out, and then it was a matter of waiting for O'Brien to arrive. Perhaps he lured O'Brien into his grandmother's place, then surprised him, which would explain the lack of evidence of a struggle.' Having effortlessly assimilated my theory, he was now embellishing it like a true pro.
'So now we need to get an idea of what time O'Brien returned, if we're assuming they weren't killed at the same time,' I said,
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muscling back in. 'You went looking for him in the Slug and Lettuce yesterday, didn't you, Dave?'
Berrin nodded. 'That's right.'
'Did they say whether he'd been in or not?'
We didn't ask, guv, to be honest. Just poked our noses round, looking for him. He wasn't there, so we left.'
Which was typical Berrin. He was a good kid, very pleasant and presentable, with a nice line in polite patter with the public, and a grad too, like Tina; but unlike her, he hadn't been blessed with much in the way of know-how or work ethic, which made the life of his superiors harder than it should have been. But this is the Met, and these days it's a case of beggars can't be choosers.
'We'll need to have a thorough check of O'Brien's movements,' said Knox. 'It's essential we find out what time he
had cracked a little.
'She was a nice person, she didn't deserve to go like that,' she'd told us solemnly, and then, after a three-second pause for reflection, she'd launched into a diatribe about the extortionate cost of the brand-new double-lock they'd had put on the front door and how ineffective it had been, until we'd told her that the killer had been let in by someone. 'I wasn't here,' she'd told us quickly, as if we were about to accuse her of being the one. 'I didn't get back until eight o'clock last night. We're very busy at work at the moment.' She'd then taken a none-too-subtle look at her watch and begun fidgeting noisily, the shock of finding out that two of her neighbours had been murdered obviously not getting in the way of Barnes and Penney business.
It was quarter past nine by the time we finished with Dana
Williams, and she hurried out of the room after us, already jabbering into her mobile.
Knox was back out in the hallway talking to DC Berrin, who'd now arrived, and we told them what we'd found out from Miss Williams, including the time she'd returned. 'She was there all evening after that,' I said, 'and she didn't hear anything. My feeling is it must have happened before eight.'
Knox turned to Berrin. 'What time did you get here last night, Dave?'
Ten to six, bang on. I checked my watch. And we didn't leave until midnight. Nobody came in or out in that time.'
'I've just talked to Carlson, the widower on the top floor,' said Knox. 'He was here all day yesterday, except between two and four when he went out for a walk up in Highbury Fields, which he does most days. He thought he heard a bang coming from Mrs MacNamara's apartment at some time between half-one and two. He was watching TV at the time, Neighbours. He said he didn't take much notice because it wasn't very loud, and could easily have been just something breaking. When he came down the stairs to go out, he said that he heard the sound of the TV coming from her apartment, so assumed everything was OK.'
'It could have been the shot that killed her, though?' said Tina.
'Davies says that, as far as he can tell, she was only shot the once, so it sounds logical. That was the killer taking her out, and then it was a matter of waiting for O'Brien to arrive. Perhaps he lured O'Brien into his grandmother's place, then surprised him, which would explain the lack of evidence of a struggle.' Having effortlessly assimilated my theory, he was now embellishing it like a true pro.
'So now we need to get an idea of what time O'Brien returned, if we're assuming they weren't killed at the same time,' I said,
88
muscling back in. 'You went looking for him in the Slug and Lettuce yesterday, didn't you, Dave?'
Berrin nodded. 'That's right.'
'Did they say whether he'd been in or not?'
We didn't ask, guv, to be honest. Just poked our noses round, looking for him. He wasn't there, so we left.'
Which was typical Berrin. He was a good kid, very pleasant and presentable, with a nice line in polite patter with the public, and a grad too, like Tina; but unlike her, he hadn't been blessed with much in the way of know-how or work ethic, which made the life of his superiors harder than it should have been. But this is the Met, and these days it's a case of beggars can't be choosers.
'We'll need to have a thorough check of O'Brien's movements,' said Knox. 'It's essential we find out what time he
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