Blood on the Tongue. Stephen Booth

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      ‘By the way, I checked the names of the assault victims,’ he said. ‘They’re both regulars of yours, Sarge. Heroin dealers off the Devonshire Estate.’

      Along the corridors, it was approaching the end of Spring, according to Nigel Kennedy.

      ‘I can’t understand why the radio briefing said the incident was suspected to be racially motivated,’ said Cooper. ‘One of the victims is Asian, but the other is white.’

      ‘Default position,’ said the sergeant. ‘We cover our backs, just in case. Talk about the inmates of the asylum …’

      Recently, a number of asylum seekers had been dispersed to Derbyshire, and some were housed in Edendale’s vacant holiday accommodation. Until now, many residents had rarely seen anyone of a different ethnic origin in their town unless they ran restaurants and cafés, like Sonny Patel, or were tourists and didn’t count. The sudden appearance of Iranians, Kurds, Somalis and Albanians queuing at the bus stops that winter had been like someone dropping a drum of herbicide into a pond and watching it seethe and bubble. For the first time, a National Front logo had been scrawled on the window of an empty shop in Fargate, and the British National Party were said to be holding recruitment meetings at a pub near Chesterfield.

      ‘Your prisoner’s a bit of a joker,’ said the sergeant. ‘He gave his name as Homer Simpson.’

      ‘Sorry about that.’

      ‘Oh, think nothing of it. You’d be surprised how many Homer Simpsons we get in here. Some days, I think there must be a convention of them in town. In the old days, it used to be Mickey Mouse, of course. But that name went out of fashion among the custody suite intelligentsia. Anyway, I told him I had to register him in the guest book, otherwise he wouldn’t get his breakfast in the morning.’

      ‘I suppose it gets a bit much.’

      ‘Water off a duck’s back, my son. You’ve seen the guidelines, haven’t you? “All idle and foolish remarks will be disregarded”. It helps no end when some inspector in nappies tries to tell me what to do. You can ignore them and say, “It’s in the guidelines, ma’am.”’

      ‘What’s the point of the music, by the way?’ said Cooper.

      ‘It relaxes the customers,’ said the sergeant. But Cooper thought he sounded a bit defensive.

      ‘Does it?’

      ‘So they tell me.’

      The sergeant paused. They both listened to the Vivaldi for a moment. Kennedy had just reached Summer.

      ‘It’s the inspector’s idea,’ said the sergeant.

      ‘Ah,’ said Cooper. ‘She’s been on a course, has she?’

      ‘Been on a course? I’ll say she’s been on a bloody course! Show me the week she’s not on a course. This one was called “Conducting a Resources Audit of Your Public Interface”. What the hell does that mean? Mark my words, she’ll have us putting mirrors and potted palms in here next. Moving the doors and the desk to make the energy flow better or some such rubbish.’

      ‘Feng shui,’ said Cooper.

      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘Feng shui.’

      ‘I think you’ve caught a cold standing out in the snow,’ said the sergeant.

      ‘Making the energy flow,’ said Cooper. ‘It’s Japanese.’

      The sergeant stared at him. ‘’Course it is,’ he said. ‘I must be stupid.’

      He was much too tall for the counter he worked at, and he leaned awkwardly to write in the custody record. Unless Health and Safety had conducted a proper workplace assessment in here, there would be more compensation to pay out in a year or two, when the sergeant was walking like Quasimodo. But by then, he’d be haunted by the sound of Nigel Kennedy rather than the bells of Notre Dame.

      Cooper felt his pager vibrating in his pocket. It was the fifth call for him in the last half-hour. They had started plaguing him about other enquiries while he was still escorting his prisoner through the snowbound streets of Edendale.

      ‘All these new ideas, what’s the point?’ said the sergeant. ‘I can’t get my breath sometimes. A bloody madhouse it is round here. And I don’t mean the customers, either.’

      A PC came out of the office behind the sergeant and handed Cooper a note. It said: DC Cooper – report to DS Fry ASAP. Urgent. Cooper reluctantly gave up the plan he had been nursing for the last few minutes. He had been hoping to call by his locker for some dry socks, then carry out a raid on Gavin Murfin’s desk to see if he had any spare food.

      ‘Mind you, you didn’t hear me say any of that,’ said the sergeant. ‘I’m very happy in my work, I am.’

      When passengers reached the arrivals gate at Terminal One of Manchester Airport from Air Canada flight 840, a tall, fair man with a beard was waiting. He greeted the woman by shaking her hand, but they both looked for a moment as though they regretted there were so many people around them on the airport concourse. Alison Morrissey smiled when she heard his strong local accent, as if it made her trip to England seem real.

      ‘So you came,’ she said.

      ‘I couldn’t think of you arriving on your own and knowing no one.’

      ‘That’s kind.’

      There was a moment’s silence between them. As the crowd of passengers passed her on either side, the woman looked at the unfamiliar names on the airport shops – W. H. Smith, Virgin, Boots the Chemist. For a moment, she looked no older than a schoolgirl as she cocked her head to listen to the announcements.

      ‘We’ve got a bit of a walk to the car park,’ he said, watching her. ‘Will you be all right? You look pale.’

      ‘Yes, I’m fine.’

      He found a baggage trolley and pushed it for her towards the exit. Alison Morrissey paused to rub her legs, though she had performed her exercises religiously all the way across the Atlantic from Toronto Pearson.

      ‘The weather’s not too good outside,’ he said. ‘But I suppose you’re used to snow in Canada.’

      ‘Frank, I live in a suburb of Toronto. No grizzly bears or lumberjacks for miles.’

      She looked dizzy and disorientated, but when she shook herself hard, she reverted to a confident woman in her mid-twenties.

      ‘The meeting is set up with the local police, isn’t it?’ she said.

      ‘Of course. Don’t worry about that. It’s all organized.’

      ‘I’m sorry, Frank. It just hit me suddenly. This is more than travelling to a foreign country – it’s like venturing into the past.’

      ‘I understand that.’

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