Wild People. Ewart Hutton

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      ‘Come on, Mac, don’t be such a fucking mother hen.’

      ‘There’s no sense in it.’

      I looked at him pointedly. ‘You’re the first guy arriving on the scene. In your headlights you see my car over there, on its roof. You make an instant assumption. More people arrive, they see Jessie’s body thrown from the car, no front tyre, a mangled wheel, and that same assumption keeps trotting itself out. That assumption then turns into an explanation. Case closed.’

      ‘What are you trying to say?’

      I pointed across the brook. ‘Everything’s been cleared away. There are no distractions left. So let’s take a fresh look.’

      ‘It wasn’t just an assumption, Glyn. You told me yourself, everything stacked up to it being an accident.’

      I smiled at him. ‘That’s what was reported. Now it’s time to take our own look.’

      I was stiffer than I thought. He had to help me down the bank and across the brook, both of us getting our feet wet in the process. I followed the pattern of the cartwheels my car had made in the soft ground, reaching the spot where it had finally come to rest. I looked off to the side. In the direction of where they had found Jessie. A shape I hadn’t seen from the road.

      As I approached I saw that it was a small cairn. A recent pile of stones. I looked around for the source. This was all grass and sedge. These stones had to have been fetched from the brook. Someone had put effort into building a crude but sensitive memorial. The sight of it made my stomach lurch.

      I was the one who had something to atone for and what had I done?

      I’m starting now, Jessie, I’ll find out for you, I floated out a silent promise.

      I looked back at the road, trying to visualize myself approaching on that dark wet night.

      How could they have done it?

      ‘There were no signs of it being anything other than an accident, Glyn,’ Mackay, standing behind, reminded me softly, tuning into my thought process.

      ‘There wouldn’t be.’

      ‘Sorry?’

      I turned to face him. ‘If it was done professionally, they wouldn’t leave any evidence.’

      He pulled a face, torn between sympathy and frustration. ‘That’s a cop-out and you know it. The ultimate conspiracy theory fail-safe. Look, I know it’s natural to want to find an outside cause. But believe me, I’ve seen it before; trying to invent an absolving scenario is only going to fuck up the healing process.’

      ‘Help me then.’

      ‘How?’

      ‘Tell me that it couldn’t be done. Put your hand over your heart. Convince me that it’s impossible.’

      He frowned. He knew I’d trapped him. ‘Anything’s possible,’ he admitted grudgingly.

      ‘So how would you have made this one happen?’

      ‘I wouldn’t. I’m a civilian now.’

      ‘Humour me, Mac.’

      He stared at me for a moment. Shook his head. He knew I wasn’t going to drop it. ‘That’s why you wanted me to bring you here?’

      ‘You’ve got the expertise.’

      ‘You can be a manipulative bastard, Glyn.’

      ‘I think someone deliberately hurt me, Mac. Killed that girl. I think they might have been trying to kill me.’

      He looked as if he was about to protest, but dropped it. He started to look round, and then shifted his eyes sharply onto mine. ‘This is an invention. You have to understand that. This is no kind of truth. I’m spinning you a fairy tale here. All we’re doing is entering the land of possibility.’

      I gave him the acknowledgement his expression was looking for.

      He turned slowly, taking in the panorama, gradually increasing his circle. I shuffled along beside him, keeping quiet, respecting his concentration. He took off at a tangent, aiming for a small stand of Scots pine at a point where the ground started to rise up to the denser conifer plantations. I followed him. From time to time he paused to take a bearing on the bend.

      He stopped at the pine trees and sighted a line back the way we had come. ‘They could have set up here.’

      ‘They?’

      ‘It would need two of them.’ He held up a hand to stop me asking any more questions and dropped into a crouch to investigate a small mossy mound between two of the pine trees. I stood behind him and tried to work it out for myself as he slowly stroked and parted the moss and grass, dipping his nose down from time to time and sniffing deeply.

      From here we were about a hundred metres away from the road. My car would have been directly side-on when it reached the apex of the bend and the tyre blew. Mackay was obviously working on some kind of sniper theory rather than something having been planted on the road.

      He lay down in a prone rifleman’s position and sighted along an imaginary barrel. ‘This would have been the optimum position.’

      ‘Did you find anything on the ground?’

      He shook his head. ‘They’re not going to leave a casing behind. And it’s been too long, and this ground’s too springy to have retained the mark of anyone having lain here.’

      ‘What were you sniffing for?’

      He shrugged. ‘Powder residue. You never know.’

      ‘You think it was a rifle?’

      He looked up at me. ‘I don’t think anything. This is your story.’

      ‘Okay.’ I nodded, starting to run with it. ‘So I’m side-on to them when they fire. Is that to stop me seeing the muzzle flash?’

      ‘They’d have used a suppressor. They’d already have sighted-up with the laser, so they wouldn’t have to worry about you seeing that.’

      ‘Wouldn’t they have used a telescopic sight?’

      ‘Yes, a scope with a laser designator to set up the target initially. And the main reason they’d have set themselves up to the side here would be to make the target easier to hit.’

      ‘I’m presuming the target’s my front nearside tyre?’

      He nodded. ‘The side wall of a tyre presents a better profile.’ But he was distracted. Still working through the mechanics of it. ‘The gun would have been pre-sighted and locked into position here with a tripod and clamps, ready to fire when you came along. There’s plenty of cover, it’s remote, no livestock, so the chances of anyone nosing around are scarce. They could even have set the gun up a few days before, camouflaged it and waited for the moment.’ He sighted along his imaginary СКАЧАТЬ