Bones and Silence. Reginald Hill

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СКАЧАТЬ she would kill herself. I was still uncertain whether the gun was real or not but I could see that she was in such a state she was likely to press the trigger unawares so I made a dive at her. Next thing the gun went off and there was blood and flesh and bone everywhere. I’m afraid I just collapsed and after that everything was a blur until I awoke this morning and found myself in the Infirmary. I can see now that Gail was a highly disturbed woman and was always capable of doing damage to herself or others. But I blame myself entirely for what happened last night. If I had acted differently and called for professional help instead of trying to disarm her myself, perhaps none of this would have happened.

      Signed: Gregory Waterson.

      After his second reading, Wield stood in silence for a while.

      ‘What’s the matter?’ said Waterson. ‘Not the right format? Get it typed up any which way you like, Sergeant, and I’ll sign it.’

      Gathering his wits, Wield said, ‘No, sir, it’s fine. Will you excuse me?’

      He went out. A ward sister had appeared at the desk, a stout woman with a smile of great sweetness which switched on as he approached and identified himself.

      ‘I met Mrs Waterson a moment ago,’ he said. ‘Is she not on this ward?’

      ‘No. Women’s surgery. Did you want her?’

      ‘No. At least not now. I’d like a telephone, if I could.’

      ‘In my office, just down there.’

      ‘Thanks. Any idea when Mr Waterson will be discharged?’

      ‘You’ll need to ask Dr Marwood. Shall I get him? He’s just down the ward.’

      ‘Yes, please.’

      He went into the tiny office and dialled. He identified himself to the switchboard operator and asked to be put through to Dalziel. A moment later Pascoe answered the phone.

      ‘That you, Wieldy? Look, the Super’s in with the Chief. Anything I can do to help?’

      Quickly Wield filled him in.

      ‘Oh dear,’ said Pascoe. ‘No wonder you sounded relieved to get me.’

      ‘It’s not quite the same story as Swain’s,’ said Wield, in search of a silver lining.

      ‘No. But it’s a bloody sight closer to it than Fat Andy’s version,’ said Pascoe.

      ‘You don’t think he could have got it wrong?’

      ‘Are you going to tell him that?’

      ‘I’m only a sergeant. Chief Inspectors get the danger money,’ said Wield. ‘Went all right, did it, your big moment? Corks popping and such?’

      ‘I got a cup of instant coffee. Is Waterson fit enough to come down here for a bit of close questioning?’

      ‘He looks in rude health to me but I’m just going to check with the doctor.’

      As Wield replaced the receiver, the door opened and a black man in a white coat came in. He was in his late twenties, with a hairline further back and a waistline further forward than they ought to be.

      ‘Marwood,’ he said. ‘You the one wanting to know if Waterson’s fit to go? The answer’s yes. Sooner the better.’

      This sounded like something more than a medical opinion.

      ‘Thank you, Doctor,’ said Wield. ‘Were you on when he was admitted?’

      ‘No, but I’ve seen the notes. Shock; sedation. Well, the sedation’s worn off. Never lasts long with his type. Same with shock, I’d say.’

      ‘His type?’

      ‘Volatile,’ said the doctor. ‘At least that’s one way of putting it.’

      Wield said, ‘Do you know Mr Waterson, sir? I mean, not just as a patient?’

      ‘We’ve met. His wife works here.’

      ‘And it was through her …?’

      ‘Staff parties, that sort of thing. He turned up a couple of times.’

      ‘And how did he strike you?’ asked Wield.

      ‘Did I take to him, you mean? No way! He struck me as an opinionated little shit, and crypto-racist with it. I wasn’t surprised when she left him.’

      ‘Left him?’

      ‘You didn’t know?’ Marwood laughed. ‘If I try to operate without knowing my patient’s a haemophiliac, I get struck off. But you guys just muddle through and no one gives a damn! What’s he done anyway?’

      ‘Just helping us, sir,’ said Wield, wondering how Marwood would have reacted to the scene he had interrupted minutes earlier. ‘How long have they been separated?’

      ‘Not long. She moved into a room in our nurses’ annexe. Excuse me.’

      A bleeper had started up in his pocket. He switched it off and picked up the phone.

      ‘Right,’ he said after a moment. Replacing the receiver, he said, ‘I’ve got to go. Listen, medically, Waterson’s fit to go. But personally and off the record, I’d say the guy should be put out to pasture at the funny farm.’

      He left. Wield pondered what he had heard for a while. Clearly Marwood felt about Waterson as Dalziel felt about Swain. Such strong antipathies bred bias and clouded the judgement. Wield knew all about bias, hoped he would speak out against it if necessary. But for the moment all that he was required to do was deliver Waterson safe into Dalziel’s eager hands.

      He went back to the small side ward.

      It was empty.

      Suddenly his heart felt in need of intensive care. He went out to the nurse’s station. The plump sister gave him her smile.

      ‘Where’s Mr Waterson, sister?’ he asked.

      ‘Is he not in his bed?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘He might be in the lavvy. Or perhaps he’s gone to have a shower.’

      ‘You didn’t see him? Have you been here all the time, since we talked, I mean?’

      He must have sounded accusatory.

      ‘Of course I haven’t. I went off to fetch Dr Marwood to see you, didn’t I?’ she retorted.

      ‘Where’s the lavatory? And the shower?’

      The lavatory was the nearer. It was empty. But in the shower Wield found a pair of pyjamas draped over a cubicle.

      Either Waterson was wandering around naked, or …

      He returned to the sister.

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