got four jailbirds working for you.â
âIn this company, we pride ourselves on giving people whoâve made a mistake a second chance.â
âHave any of these âsecond chancersâ of yours ever been done for violence?â Walker asked.
âNo.â
âAny of them whoâve not been done for violence, but who you feel could turn very nasty, given the right circumstances?â
âCertainly not. We like to encourage a happy working atmosphere here in Brunskillâs Bakery, and that kind of person â anyone prone to violence â would simply not fit in.â
Walker sighed again. âI have to say, youâre not being very helpful, madam,â he told her.
âSo what would you like me to do in order to be more helpful?â Jenny wondered. âTell you that Billy the cake mixer often looks at me in a funny way, as if heâd like to beat me up?â
âOnly if itâs the truth, madam,â Walker said. â Does he often look at you in a funny way?â
âNo, of course he doesnât. Heâs a perfectly sweet boy. Thatâs why I gave him the responsibility of looking after the bakery cat.â
âThen why bring his name up at all?â
âI was just trying to make the point that . . .â
âUnless, deep down â subconsciously, shall we say? â thereâs something about him that does worry you.â
The office door swung violently open, and Walker looked up to see Paniatowski framed in the doorway.
âIâd like a word with you outside, Sergeant!â she said.
Walker raised his eyes towards the ceiling, in a gesture of mock despair towards a vengeful god.
âYes, maâam, Iâm sure you would like a word with me, and Iâd like one with you, so if you could just give me a few minutes to finish off thisââ
âNow!â Paniatowski said.
Walker rose heavily to his feet. âIâm sorry about this, Miss Brunskill,â he said. âI wonât be long.â
âIf I was you, Sergeant, I wouldnât go putting any money on that,â Paniatowski told him.
EIGHT
â T his isnât right,â Sergeant Walker complained to his new boss, as he stepped into the foyer of the administration block and closed Jenny Brunskillâs office door behind him. âIt isnât . . .â
âI think weâd better go outside,â Paniatowski said.
âWhy?â Walker asked â furious, willing to take issue on almost anything that was said to him. Then he saw Elaine, the secretary, apparently absorbed in what she was reading at her desk, but with her ears flapping like a circus elephantâs. âAll right,â he agreed.
They walked out on to the forecourt. The staff car park was just ahead of them, and the loading bay to the left. To the right was a public telephone box, and Paniatowski found herself wondering if this was the box that the call to the mortuary had come from.
âI really donât think you should have done that, maâam,â Walker said morosely.
âYou donât think I should have done what ?â
âSpoken to me in the way you did, in front of a member of the general public. A male DCI would never haveââ
Walker stopped abruptly, as if heâd suddenly decided that he was pushing things just a little too far.
âYes?â Paniatowski asked.
âWeâre supposed to be working as a team,â Walker continued, in a tone which was a strange mixture of the aggrieved and the conciliatory. âWeâre supposed to put up a united front when weâre dealing with civilians.â
âThen why donât you start acting like youâre a member of that team?â Paniatowski demanded angrily.
âSorry, maâam?â Walker replied, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.
It had been a mistake to lose her temper, Paniatowski realized, because
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