PI Kate Brannigan Series Books 1-3: Dead Beat, Kick Back, Crack Down. Val McDermid

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      ‘Someone there wanted her dead. They’d already tried once.’

Chapter 17

      I took a deep breath and said very slowly, ‘What do you mean, they’d already tried?’

      ‘I don’t know how much you know about heroin addiction,’ Maggie replied.

      ‘Lay person’s knowledge only. Assume I’m ignorant.’

      ‘OK. Coming off is hell. But once an addict is off, they often get a strange kind of confidence that one little hit wouldn’t do any harm. Like the smoker who’s been stopped for three years and fancies a fag at a party. Only with heroin addicts, that can be fatal a lot faster than with smokers. Anyway, someone at Colcutt Manor kept leaving a set of works in Moira’s room. Every couple of days, she’d come upstairs to find a nice little hit sitting there waiting for her.’ Maggie stopped dead, her anger making her voice a growl.

      ‘That is evil,’ I breathed.

      ‘So now you see why I wanted her to leave. So far, she’d just flushed the smack down the loo and shoved the syringes in the bin. But sooner or later there was going to come a time when she’d be low, when she couldn’t ring me up for reassurance, when she was going to go for it. I couldn’t stand the thought of it.’

      I swallowed hard. Now for the nasty question. ‘So why did you leave when you did? In the middle of the night like that?’

      Maggie rolled another cigarette while she pondered my question. I couldn’t help feeling she was using me as the rehearsal for the harder interrogation she knew was on the horizon. ‘We’d had a drink together that evening in the pub. Moira promised me that her work would be over in another two weeks and then we’d go on holiday together. She said she could hold out, and begged me not to make her choose. I gave in, God help me.

      ‘Afterwards, we went up to my room and made love. She left about eleven, saying she was going back to work with Jett. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I know it sounds pathetic, but I had a dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach that something terrible was going to happen. Eventually, I got up and went for a walk. Then I saw all those police cars up at the manor and I panicked. Whatever was going on, I knew I would only be in Moira’s way if I turned up on the doorstep, so I went back to the pub. That’s when you nearly ran me over.’ Maggie lit her cigarette and ran a hand through her greying curls.

      ‘I tried to ring from the phone in the pub, but it was constantly engaged. I didn’t know what else to do, so I set off for home. Moira knew I was coming home today, and I knew she’d call me as soon as she could. The first I knew she was dead was when I heard the news on Radio One at half-past nine.’ She couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, and they streamed down her face. Her shoulders shook.

      I got up and tentatively put a hand on her arm, but she shook me off and huddled into a ball. Feeling helpless, I retreated to the sofa. While I waited for her to compose herself, I thought about what I’d heard. It sounded incredibly thin to me. I couldn’t imagine any circumstances in which I’d behave as Maggie had done unless I was running from something. But equally, I couldn’t see why she’d have killed Moira if she was telling the truth about their relationship.

      After a few minutes, Maggie managed to find the strength from somewhere to dry her tears, clear her throat and look me in the eye. ‘I didn’t kill her. I’d have cheerfully killed the bastard who was trying to destroy her with the smack, but not Moira. Never Moira.’

      Her denial was vehement. But I’ve heard good performances before. I didn’t have enough information to try to get beyond that right now, but if I uncovered it, I’d be back. This was one case where I couldn’t let sentiment get in the way. ‘I believe you,’ I said, almost convinced. ‘Is there anything else, however trivial, that Moira said that might shed some light on what happened?’

      Maggie got up and poured herself another mug of tea. She leaned against the table, eyebrows twisted in concentration. ‘There was one thing,’ she said uncertainly.

      ‘Yes?’ I asked expectantly.

      ‘It’s probably nothing, but last night in the pub, she asked me about one of the guys she used to know in Bradford. A bloke called Fat Freddy. She wanted me to ask around and see what he was into just now that might be connected to Jett in some way,’ Maggie said hesitantly.

      ‘Did she say why?’

      Maggie shrugged. ‘To be honest, I wasn’t paying a lot of attention. She said something like, she’d seen him talking to someone from the manor who shouldn’t be mixing with small-time villains like Fat Freddy.’

      The whiff of red herring was getting pretty strong. If I’d been trying to divert suspicion away from myself, that was exactly the kind of unprovable line I’d come up with.

      ‘Did she say who it was she’d seen with this Fat Freddy?’ I asked cautiously.

      Maggie shook her head. ‘I’m sorry, she didn’t. She said she wanted to find out what the connection was before she said anything more.’

      I felt frustrated. Why couldn’t Maggie have shown a bit more interest in something other than her own relationship with Moira? Had she no natural curiosity? If I’d dropped something like that on Richard, he’d have been on it like a rat up a drain, demanding chapter and verse on everything I’d seen and heard. ‘What do you know about Fat Freddy?’ I asked without much hope.

      ‘He’s a bit of a wide-boy. Moira knew him from when she was working in Bradford. She told me he was into buying and selling – whatever came along. I met him once. Moira bought a couple of jogging suits from him.’

      ‘Would you know where to find him?’

      Maggie pulled a face. ‘Not really. Why? Do you think it might be important?’

      ‘Yes, I do. I don’t know how yet, but it could be.’

      ‘OK. I’ll see if I can find out what he’s up to and get in touch with you. It’s what Moira asked me to do.’

      I tried not to show my surprise at her co-operation, and fished a card out of my wallet. I wrote my home number on the back. ‘If you remember anything more or come up with something on Fat Freddy, give me a call any time, day or night.’ I got to my feet. ‘Thanks for being so helpful. I know it can’t have been easy.’

      ‘Believe me, the worst is yet to come. And I’m not talking about the police.’ Maggie’s face had frozen into a cold mask. ‘There’s no framework for grief when you’re gay.’

      ‘I’m sorry,’ I said inadequately.

      ‘Spare me the bleeding-heart liberal shit,’ Maggie flashed back, suddenly angry. ‘Just leave me alone.’

      It wasn’t hard to do exactly as she asked.

      I spent what was left of the afternoon back at the office. I’d recorded my notes on tape on the way back from Leeds, so I didn’t even have that to keep me occupied. I hate those spells in an investigation where everything is stalled. I didn’t want to go back to the manor for another confrontation with Jackson. I’d rather wait till СКАЧАТЬ