Best of British Crime 3 E-Book Bundle. Paul Finch

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      Gemma checked it out. It was a black and white image-capture, very grainy, clearly taken at night. It showed a bulky man, wearing a dark leather jacket and, underneath that, a hoodie top with the hood pulled up. He was only photographed side-on as he strolled head down along the pavement.

      She shrugged. ‘And I’ll say again what I said last time – that could be anyone.’

      Heck nodded. ‘Could be. Probably a million men walk past that house every year. But remember Margaret Price, another one who disappeared doing the shopping? She was one of our South London girls, and she’d also confided in a friend that someone had recently alarmed her. She was coming home from work one misty autumn night, when she saw a man jogging past her house. She thought it was strange because he didn’t seem the jogging type – he had a heavy build and was puffing hard. Apparently, he was wearing a hood. And a horror mask.’

      Gemma sighed. ‘Not this again …’

      ‘It’s important, ma’am,’ Heck said. ‘Margaret Price glimpsed his face as he passed, and he was wearing a horror mask. At least that’s what she thought.’

      ‘And if I recall correctly,’ Gemma said, ‘your contention was that it wasn’t a horror mask? You wondered if it was his actual face. First of all, Heck, we haven’t got a statement from this Margaret Price – so it’s all hearsay. Secondly, it was almost Halloween, so if it was a horror mask, there could be a perfectly innocent explanation. Thirdly, we’ve discussed this already …’

      ‘Suppose that what Margaret Price actually saw was a mass of scar tissue?’ Heck argued. ‘That might explain why he was hooded all the time. Look, it’s partly a hunch, I admit … but Shane Klim would be an excellent fit.’

      He’d brought Shane Klim, a repeat rapist from the Midlands, to his superiors’ attention previously, on the basis that while escaping from Rotherwood high security prison on the Fylde Coast four years ago, Klim had been attacked by guard dogs and had had his face very badly bitten (in fact ‘torn to bits’ was how one witness described it). Though Klim killed two of the dogs and got clean away, it was deemed highly likely that his face would be disfigured afterwards. The problem was that Klim had not been seen since, so no one really knew how badly he’d been scarred.

      Gemma pondered what little they knew. ‘And you’re absolutely sure there’s no one else in the system with that extent of facial damage?’

      ‘No one matches that profile at all,’ Heck said.

      She assessed the most recent image they had of Klim; a custodial mugshot taken before his escape from Rotherwood. It portrayed a brutish man with wide cheekbones, heavy brows, a broken nose, piggy eyes, a shaven head and jug-handle ears. ‘Do you have any info on his whereabouts yet?’

      ‘Not yet, but I soon will.’ Heck handed over the third and final picture. ‘Because this is our next new lead. I only came up with it the other day, but I think it’s a goer. Take a look at Ron O’Hoorigan, a habitual house-breaker. He was in Rotherwood prison at the same time, and I’ve now learned that he shared a cell with Klim for nearly two years.’

      O’Hoorigan didn’t look quite as mean as Klim, but Gemma knew how looks could be deceptive. He had a lean hatchet-face, with thick, dark sideburns and longish dark hair which hung to his shoulders in a greasy mop.

      ‘You think he may know something?’ she asked.

      ‘Cons talk, especially when they’re banged up together twenty-three hours a day.’

      ‘Heck, you seriously think Klim told O’Hoorigan he was planning to escape?’

      ‘It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.’

      ‘Even if he did, he’s hardly likely to have told him where he was going afterwards, or what his plans were for the continuation of his criminal career once he’d got out.’

      Heck looked frustrated. ‘We won’t know unless we ask O’Hoorigan, will we?’

      ‘Is O’Hoorigan still inside?’

      ‘No. He was released eight months ago. As far as we know, he’s now on his home patch in Salford, Manchester.’

      ‘That’s your old hunting ground, isn’t it?’

      ‘That was a long time ago,’ Heck said. ‘But I know the area, yeah.’

      She handed the photo back, saying nothing.

      ‘So what do you think?’ he asked. ‘I know there are a few assumptions here, but have we wound things up prematurely, or what?’

      ‘Come on, Heck, this is a hundred to one.’

      ‘Yeah, but if I’d given you this lead a few weeks ago, wouldn’t that have changed things?’

      ‘Not necessarily. Look … at the end of the day it’s about money. There’s nothing here to justify so much further expense.’

      ‘Have I ever been wrong about stuff like this before?’

      ‘On other cases, no, but on this one it’s different.’

      ‘All respect, ma’am, but we can’t say that yet. Look, this one isn’t finished. Not as far as I’m concerned.’

      She got up and walked agitatedly around the room. Finally she rounded on him. ‘If I’m going to play ball with you on this, and write your leave down as a front so that you can continue undercover while you follow this new lead, you’re not going to disappoint me, are you?’ She fixed him with so intense a gaze that at first he barely heard her. ‘I mean, you’re not going to let me down, Heck?’

      ‘Are you serious?’

      ‘Well you’re not leaving me much choice. The other day I said you looked knackered, and I meant it. You still do. You look shot. But I know you, Heck … you’re not going to let this drop under any circs, you’re going to press on regardless, despite it being the most flagrant breach of procedure I’ve ever known. So if you don’t get killed because you’ve got no back-up, you’ll probably end up losing your job. Either way, I’ll finish up without the services of one of my most experienced detectives. And that’s something I can’t afford right now. Not that I appreciate being blackmailed like this.’

      ‘What about Laycock? He’ll never sign off on it.’

      ‘Need-to-know basis.’

      ‘You’re going to go over his head?’ Heck was astonished.

      ‘There is no over Laycock’s head. Not in NCG. I’ll have to go behind his back.’

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