A Song for the Dying. Stuart MacBride

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      ‘… not willing to be drawn into speculation about who’s responsible before we’ve investigated…’

      I stuck my hand in my pocket. Looked at the boxes, then at Alice, then at the boxes again.

      A little line appeared between her eyebrows. She nodded. ‘I’ll pay for Ash, as I’m his sponsor, or maybe we should all chip in as a sort of welcome to the team and—’

      ‘Ah, yes of course.’ Huntly slapped a hand against his forehead. ‘Mr Henderson is just out of prison. He’s financially embarrassed. How very insensitive of you, Sheila. We shouldn’t be speaking of money at a time like this!’

      ‘Detective Superintendent, who’s running the investigation here, you or Superintendent Knight? Doesn’t the Scottish Chief Constable trust Oldcastle to—’

      ‘It’s standard operating procedure to have multiple Major Investigation Teams working together on a case like this, and I for one welcome any assistance offered when young women’s lives are at stake. Do you think we should refuse SCD’s help out of some twisted sense of pride?’

      ‘I… Well, no, but—’

      ‘I will pursue and exploit every avenue available to me if I think it will help catch the person responsible for Claire Young’s death. Next?’

      Huntly moved on to another pizza. ‘Ah, finally. Something with salami on it.’ He dumped the box on one of the pub tables and settled into a chair. He pulled a triangle of dough, cheese, and greasy meat from the carton and pointed at Ness with it. ‘Good, isn’t she? Promoted and transferred up from Tayside. Giving the local bumpkins a shake-up by all accounts.’ He stuffed a mouthful in and chewed. Eating with his eyes fixed on the screen. Then dabbed at the corner of his lips with a handkerchief. ‘I did a case with her, back when she was a DS. Serial rape, very nasty… You wouldn’t think it, but she’s quite the femme fatale when she’s not wearing her game face.’

      ‘Has the Inside Man sent another letter?’

      ‘Let me repeat myself: we’re not speculating about who’s responsible. Next?’

      ‘Yes, but has a letter—’

      ‘Next?’

      Dr Constantine pulled out a chair and sank into it. The thick layers of her padded jacket ballooned out around her. ‘I’ve checked with Ness and Knight – we can have the deposition scene first thing tomorrow morning, and the body any time after two.’

      ‘What kind of doll was it?’

      ‘We’re not releasing that information. Next?’

      Huntly took another bite. ‘When do I get at the physical evidence?’

      Sheila scowled at him. ‘Not till you pay for that pizza.’

      ‘Oh for goodness’ sake…’

      ‘Was it a Tiny Tears, or a Baby Bunty doll?’

      ‘I’ve already answered that question. Next?’

      ‘These independent experts, do they report to you, or SCD?’

      Ness looked off to the side. ‘Detective Superintendent Jacobson?’

      ‘Ah.’ Huntly plucked the remote from my fingers. ‘Here we go.’ He turned up the volume.

      The briefing room smeared across the screen as the camera turned, and there was Jacobson, standing off to the side, staring out into the pub. He’d put on a brown tie, but hadn’t bothered with a suit, sticking with the tan leather jacket instead. ‘My team are all at the very top of their field, each one hand-picked for their ability to bring decades of experience and a unique perspective to any case.’

      A moment’s silence. Then whoever asked the question in the first place tried again. ‘Yes, but do you report to Oldcastle CID, or the Specialist Crime Division?’

      ‘An excellent question.’

      More silence.

      ‘Er… Would you like to answer it?’

      ‘The Lateral Investigative and Review Unit will feed its results, through me, to whichever Major Investigation Team is best suited to act upon them.’

      Alice sooked the grease from her fingers. ‘And now everyone thinks we’re in charge.’

      Sheila nodded. ‘You were right. Good suggestion.’ The camera swung back for a reaction shot from the top brass: cue coughing and spluttering.

      Then Ness pulled on a hard smile. ‘Having worked with Detective Superintendent Jacobson on several investigations, I’m pleased to welcome his LIRU team onboard.’

      The Superintendent sitting next to her stuck his chest out. It was covered in silver buttons, a row of multi-coloured ribbons above his left pocket: Golden Jubilee medal, Diamond Jubilee, and a Long Service & Good Conduct. All of them awarded for nothing braver than just being in the job long enough, but there he was, wearing them with pride. That would be Superintendent Knight, then. He jerked his chin up, the strip-lights flashed off his bald head. ‘The Specialist Crime Division is also pleased to work with Detective Superintendent Jacobson’s team.’

      Ness knocked on the tabletop, taking control of the briefing again. ‘Next question?’

      Huntly jabbed the remote at the screen and the volume ticked down until it was barely more than a mumble. ‘Excellent. That’ll put the felis catus amongst the columba palumbus. Deserves a celebratory drink, don’t you think, Sheila?’

      A sigh. Then she reached into the carrier-bag and came out with a bottle of red wine and one of white. ‘That’s an extra fiver each.’

      Huntly jumped up and produced a half-dozen dusty glasses from behind the bar. Huffed a breath into each, then polished them with his pink tie. Lined them up on the bar.

      Sheila handed me a pizza box, the DinoPizza’s T-Rex logo speckled dark with grease. ‘Don’t worry about the money. I’ll get yours off Bear. Now, would you like a glass of wine?’

      ‘Can’t: pills. But thanks.’ I opened the box. Mushrooms, ham, sweetcorn, and pineapple. Still, it could have been worse.

      Huntly clapped his hands. ‘That just means more for us!’

      Tiny white dots curled into the pub airlock as I stepped outside and thumbed Detective Inspector Dave Morrow’s number into Alice’s mobile phone. I pressed the green button and listened to it ring, breath billowing out in a pale grey cloud where it caught the streetlight. Say what you like about prison, at least they keep the place relatively warm…

      A rough voice crackled out of the earpiece. Slightly breathy and clipped. ‘Alice, this … this really isn’t a good time.’

      ‘Shifty, it’s me. You OK?’

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