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

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СКАЧАТЬ closing time. I must have got back about half-past eleven, then I came through here and did a couple of hours’ work, transcribing tapes and knocking them into shape. I went up to bed around half-past one. Didn’t see a soul, before you ask.’ It was hard to gauge his truthfulness from his hooded eyes. Like most journalists I know, he’d carefully cultivated the appearance of total sincerity to encourage the public to fly in the face of all the evidence and trust him.

      I asked a few more questions, and soon elicited the fact that he hadn’t seen Moira in the pub. Presumably she and Maggie had gone up to her room before he’d arrived. I decided to change to a more profitable line of questioning. ‘So, if you were a gambling man, who would you be putting money on?’

      His eyes crinkled up in concentration for a moment, then he rattled off the odds: ‘2–1 Tamar, 3–1 Gloria and Kevin, 7–2 Jett, 4–1 Micky and 10–1 the girlfriend.’

      I couldn’t help smiling. I hadn’t expected such a literal answer. ‘And what about you?’

      Neil stroked his moustache. ‘Me? I’m the dark horse. An outsider in more ways than one. You’d have to put me down at 100–1. After all, I was the only one who had nothing to gain and everything to lose from her death.’

      I was intrigued. On the face of it, what he said was plausible. But since my only experience of murder is in the pages of Agatha Christie, that made him number one suspect in my book. I said as much.

      He roared with laughter, and got up to refill his mug. This time, the tot of whisky was noticeably smaller. ‘Sorry to disappoint you, Kate,’ he remarked, ‘but I meant what I said. Moira was the best possible source for early material on Jett. I mean, we all know how showbiz biogs steer well clear of scandal. And Jett’s life has been well-documented. The only genuinely new angle I could hope for was finally lifting the lid on what happened between Jett and Moira all those years ago. I couldn’t get an on-the-record word out of anybody about the reasons for the partnership splitting up. Her arrival on the scene was a godsend. She was willing to talk, and we’d only just begun to get into it. So I had a vested interest in her being around to talk to me. Forget the doctrine of the “least likely person”.’

      ‘OK. So you didn’t have a motive. But you obviously think the others did. Suppose you run them past me?’ I flipped my bag open and on the pretext of getting my notebook out, I switched on my tape recorder. I’d meant to tape all my interviews, but finding a strategy to deal with Gloria had driven the thought from my mind.

      Neil stretched out in his chair and crossed his legs at the ankle, revealing odd socks above his scuffed leather loafers. ‘First, Tamar,’ he said, a note of relish in his tone that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Life with Richard has shown me that journalists are the biggest bitches on two legs, but I still can’t get off on listening to them dishing the dirt. ‘They were on the rocks long before you found Moira. She’d actually taken a walk a week or two before that gig when I met you, but when Jett didn’t chase her, she came back off her own bat. If he hadn’t been so distracted with the work on the album, she’d have been on her bike a long time ago. But she was putting a lot of work in on making herself indispensable. When Moira turned up, Tamar could see all that good work going down the tubes.’

      ‘What d’you mean, good work? All I’ve seen her do so far is doss around,’ I interrupted.

      Neil grinned. ‘I mean, “Yes, Jett, no, Jett, three bags full, Jett”. And all those evenings in the kitchen rustling up tasty little gourmet dinners for her hard-working man. Not to mention the horizontal work. Once Moira arrived, she used to wind Tamar up something rotten, flirting with Jett whenever Tamar was around. As long as Moira was around, Tamar was living on borrowed time. And hell hath no fury. But now Moira’s gone, Tamar’s wasting no time consolidating her position. As you no doubt noticed for yourself yesterday.’

      ‘I can’t see Tamar choosing a tenor sax as her murder weapon,’ I objected.

      Neil crushed out his cigarette. ‘All the more reason for her to use it,’ he countered. ‘Though I agree it is a bizarre image.’

      We both paused for a moment to contemplate the idea. For me, it didn’t work, but judging by the satisfied smirk on Neil’s face, he was having less trouble with it. ‘Next,’ I demanded. ‘Gloria at 3–1.’

      ‘Obvious motive. She is obsessive about Jett. Madly in love with him, and all she is to him is a housekeeper with word-processing skills. She didn’t approve of Moira’s presence, reckoned she was disruptive and ultimately bad news for Jett, trapping him in a time warp. And if she thought Moira was going to spill any dirt on her idol, Gloria would have a double motive for getting her out of the way,’ Neil summed up with an air of having said all there was to be said on the subject.

      ‘And you think Kevin’s motive is as strong?’ I challenged him.

      ‘We-ell, that depends on how straight you think he is. There’s been a lot of argument in this house over the past few weeks about money and contracts. Jett was pissed off with Kevin for signing me up, you know. He wanted your boyfriend.’

      ‘I know,’ I said stiffly. That had already tagged Kevin in my mind as a shit. I had to be careful not to let my personal reactions interfere with my professional judgement, something which Neil seemed to be deliberately trying to provoke. ‘But I hardly think that would give Kevin a motive for killing Moira.’

      ‘Well, there was a lot more going down between the three of them than that. Moira was convinced that Kevin had been systematically ripping Jett off. She kept egging him on to straighten out his finances, to get Kevin to give him a detailed breakdown of his earnings and his assets. Kevin was being awkward about it. Now, whether that is because he genuinely had something to hide or because Moira just pissed him off and made him stubborn, I don’t know. I do know that she was having a hell of a lot of trouble getting her hands on all her back royalties.’ That confirmed what Maggie had already told me. Things were beginning to fall into place. Nothing like a bit of corroboration, though.

      ‘There were a lot of rows about touring, too,’ Neil added. ‘Moira kept telling Jett that he shouldn’t be having to do so much touring, that he should be concentrating on short tours of big venues like Wembley and the NEC. Kevin was furious. He seemed to think that she didn’t know what she was talking about, and she had no right to interfere after being away for so long. She really was making his life a misery. If I’d been in his shoes, I’d probably have taken a meat axe to her weeks ago.’

      Neil certainly wasn’t stinting himself when it came to putting the poison in. In spite of my misgivings, I knew I had to milk it for all it was worth. ‘Micky?’ I asked, leaning over to pour myself the last cup of coffee.

      ‘Micky produced Jett’s first four albums, and that was the springboard that put him on the map as a producer.’ Neil paused to light another cigarette, and I had time to reflect that he even spoke like a tabloid newspaper. ‘But the last two years have seen him plummet from the top of the tree, thanks to the old nose candy.’

      ‘Coke?’ I asked.

      ‘The same. Just like Jett, Micky’s had too many flops for comfort, and he knows it. The collaboration was supposed to work the old magic and produce a classic album. Till Moira came along, it was shaping up to be classic dross. She encouraged Jett to shout Micky down and go back to their old style. Micky kept ranting that they were five years out of date. But then, as Moira sweetly pointed out, so are most of Jett’s fans. She also wasn’t scared of badmouthing him over his habit. Given Jett’s views on drugs, that was a serious no-no for him.’

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