Arms and the Women. Reginald Hill

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      Was she taking the piss? He glanced at Ellie, who gave him her sardonic smile. She had once advised him, not much point in mocking Daphne when she’s so much better at it herself. But it was hard to resist the temptation. And she seemed to enjoy it in a harmlessly flirty kind of way. Harmless because there wasn’t the slightest sign he turned her on, and he himself had never gone overboard on English roses, who, in a metamorphosis which might have been of interest to Ovid, often seemed to age into English horses.

      Whatever, the technique finally got him a pretty good description. Not very big, five-six, five-seven maybe, slim build, thin face, sharp-nosed, wearing a dark-blue lightweight jacket of good cut (Daphne had an eye for clothes), well-pressed light-grey slacks without turn-ups, wine-coloured loafers (this with a moue of distaste), an open-necked powder-blue shirt, and a gold chain with some sort of medallion round his neck.

      ‘Excellent,’ said Pascoe. ‘Hang on.’

      He raised Control on his mobile and passed on the description. In return he was told that the Audi had been found.

      ‘That’s quick,’ said Pascoe.

      ‘Didn’t get far. Leyburn Road. A shopping parade. You know it, sir?’

      ‘Know it? I owe money there.’

      It was five minutes’ drive from his house, ten minutes’ walk via the recreation ground.

      ‘Who’s there?’ he asked.

      ‘Sergeant Wield.’

      That was good. Everything would be in smooth running order.

      ‘Pass him the description,’ said Pascoe, unnecessarily, he was sure, but he said it anyway. Ellie, who’d picked up the gist, was hissing something at him.

      ‘What?’

      ‘The car, is it OK?’

      For a second the words who the hell cares about the sodding car? formed in his mind. But the answer was too obvious for them to get near his lips. Ellie cared. Not about the car, but about the fact that her friend had been hurt acting, albeit unasked, on her behalf. Her concern about the car was, literally, a damage-limitation exercise.

      ‘Is the Audi OK?’ he asked.

      ‘Far as we know, no problem. Just neatly parked.’

      ‘Thanks.’ He switched off and said, ‘The Audi’s parked in Leyburn Road. It looks fine.’

      ‘That’s something, isn’t it, Daph?’

      Daphne managed a smile at her friend and said, ‘Yes, that’s something.’

      She doesn’t give a damn either, thought Pascoe. But she understands what Ellie’s on about.

      He said, ‘OK if we move on? This guy, did he speak at all?’

      ‘Not a word. What in the circumstances do you think he might have found to say?’

      ‘Well, something like, Take that, you bitch, when he hit you.’

      ‘Take that, you bitch? Really, Peter, you’re so old-fashioned sometimes. No, he said nothing, or nothing I heard. What I did hear was my Audi revving up and I thought, the bastard’s stealing my car.’

      ‘You’d left the key in the ignition?’

      ‘Yes, and my mobile phone on the dash. Is that still there, by the way? No, of course you won’t know. Stupid of me, now I come to think of it. If I’d got chummy to the car, he’d have been dead suspicious soon as he realized I could have rung for help, wouldn’t he?’

      ‘Not as suspicious as he’d have been when he turned the key and the engine started first time,’ smiled Pascoe. ‘I’ll check out the phone. There’ll be a car waiting to take you home soon as you’re ready.’

      He left Daphne in Ellie’s care and went out. Dennis Seymour was waiting for him in the corridor, looking anxious. Reason told him his watching brief hadn’t extended to covering all Mrs Pascoe’s friends and acquaintance, but he knew from personal experience that in the matter of a man’s family, reason did not always apply. But Pascoe was not in the accusing mood.

      He said, ‘So, Dennis. You been racking your brains for me?’

      ‘Yes, sir. Sorry. Nothing more than what I told you. Like I said, I took a note of every vehicle that went along the street while I was on watch. Nothing acting suspiciously. Control’s checked the numbers. Nothing dodgy. All good citizens, nothing known.’

      ‘OK. Try this for size.’

      Pascoe repeated Daphne’s description of her assailant.

      Seymour said, ‘No. Didn’t see anyone like that in any of the cars. As for on foot, I saw nobody except the postman. I’m really sorry.’

      ‘Don’t be. It takes up space in your mind and I want every iota of your attention focused on Mrs Pascoe. In your sights at all times, OK?’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘Right. I’m on my way to Leyburn Road.’

      Seymour watched Pascoe go with relief. No bollocking, no attempt to suggest he was at fault. But sometimes Pascoe being quiet and reasonable could be as intimidating as Fat Andy Dalziel on the rampage.

      In Leyburn Road he found Wield watching the Audi getting a preliminary going-over by a white-overalled technician. There was a mobile phone on the dash.

      ‘How’s Mrs Aldermann?’ asked the sergeant.

      ‘Stiff upper lip, literally,’ said Pascoe. ‘Nose broken, some shock, but still talking. And making sense. What’s happening here?’

      ‘I’ve got a couple of lads checking the shops to see if anyone noticed the car arriving or anyone fitting your description. Also, they’re asking if the shopkeepers can remember any of their customers in the last hour in case they can come up with something.’

      That was good thinking, but Pascoe didn’t say so. Wield would merely be puzzled at being complimented on doing the basics of his job.

      Pascoe looked around. The car was parked by the roadside in front of the little shopping complex – grocer, greengrocer, butcher, baker, newsagent, hardware store – which people in the area used conscientiously, aware that letting themselves be lured by the cheaper prices of the superstore only ten minutes’ drive away would soon unleash a drowning shower of rain on the Leyburn Road parade. But the shops were rarely so busy that the assistants wouldn’t have time to glance outside occasionally.

      The technician backed carefully out of the Audi and straightened up with a groan of relief.

      Pascoe said, ‘Anything?’

      The man shook his head and said, ‘Sorry. Looks like he was careful. Everything wiped clean.’

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