The Last Straw. Paul Gitsham

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СКАЧАТЬ Dr Severino is taking overdue holiday whilst he waits for the renewal or otherwise of his contract.”

      “And unofficially?”

      “Alan got rid of him. He claims that Severino had completed the project for which he was originally employed and that his services were no longer required.”

      “What about the disagreement over the publication of Severino’s findings?”

      “Again, officially the papers are ‘in preparation’ with other members of the lab finishing their part of the project. Unofficially, Severino’s contribution to the overall manuscript was so great that Tunbridge would struggle to justify his position as lead author. Alan was pretty tight-lipped about the results from this particular research, but the rumour mill has it that they had solved several significant problems in the field of antibiotic resistance. I suspect that Alan was going to use the interest garnered by the publication of the research to kick-start his search for funding to start his own company, with him as boss. The last thing he’d want is to share the limelight with someone else. Based on gossip in the tea room, Alan was probably going to split Severino’s work into two separate manuscripts and dilute his influence by padding out the papers with other results from the lab. That way he could retain first authorship on both papers. In the meantime, Severino has practically nothing on his CV to account for the past two years of work, making him almost unemployable.”

      “Is that ethical?”

      “Absolutely not. But try and prove it. Severino did lodge a formal complaint with the university — and was no doubt planning on writing to the editor of whatever journal Alan finally submitted to — but it would have been his word against Alan’s and he wouldn’t have stood much chance.”

      “How did Severino take this?” Jones had already heard Crawley’s version of events; he was interested to see if Tompkinson agreed.

      “Badly. Apparently they had it out in the corridor and he very nearly got himself escorted off the premises. From what I’ve heard he made a beeline straight for the pub, before returning rather the worse for wear a few hours later and vandalising Alan’s car. Security prevented him from entering the building to find Alan.”

      “So what happened then?”

      “Alan was livid and wanted him arrested for criminal damage. However a few of his colleagues in the department calmed him down enough to agree not to press charges as it was in nobody’s interest to see it splashed across the newspapers. Mark Crawley brokered a peace deal in the end and I believe that Severino agreed to work out his notice from home and pay for the damage. In return, I think Alan agreed to let Mark write any job references that came his way.” Tompkinson shook his head. “I don’t know how he does it. Mark’s been with the bugger for over ten years. That man deserves a bloody medal.”

      So far at least, it seemed that Tompkinson’s story matched Crawley’s, although Jones still wanted to speak to Crawley again about the omissions he had made earlier.

      “Do you know of anyone else who may have harboured a grudge against Professor Tunbridge? I hear that other lab members have also left on bad terms. What about other current members of his lab?”

      Tompkinson chewed his lip thoughtfully. As he did so his head twitched forward and backward slightly and his hands, which were now resting in front of him, tapped out a rhythmless tune. Time for more medication? Warren wondered. As if noticing Jones’ scrutiny, Tompkinson clasped his hands together tightly, arresting the tremors.

      “You’d need to speak to them, I would imagine. Personnel can give you the details of all the current and former members of the lab. As to whether any still bear a grudge, that’s hard to say. He did have two technicians speak to their unions about a constructive dismissal case concerning alleged bullying. However they decided not to pursue the case after finding better-compensated work elsewhere in the department.”

      “You bought them off?”

      Tompkinson’s shrug was non-committal. “They found a better position and decided it wasn’t worth their time and effort to pursue the case.”

      I’ll bet the unions were annoyed about that! thought Jones, but said nothing.

      “I believe that he also had run-ins with some of his other graduate students, although nothing serious enough to cross my desk.”

      Jones made a quick note to get onto Personnel and Student Services to find out their details. His list of potential suspects and people to interview was growing longer and longer.

      Karen Hardwick had remained silent throughout most of the interview, but Jones could see that she had been paying close attention.

      “What will happen to Professor Tunbridge’s research group, now that he is gone?”

      “A tricky question. This has never really happened before. A few years ago a young Principal Investigator was tragically killed on holiday. However, he only had a single PhD student and a research technician. The student moved into another lab, taking enough of the lab’s funding to complete his project. The research technician was also redeployed and the research group was wound up. It was a bit messy for a few weeks, but it all sorted itself out.

      “Alan’s lab is another matter. For a start it’s much larger and it has rather a lot of allocated funding. I suppose there will have to be a meeting of all of those concerned. In the interim at least, the lab will probably continue running under Mark Crawley. The students will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis — some may go and work in different laboratories with like-minded research groups, others may continue to work with Mark. As to the long-term, the funding agencies and the university will have to decide what happens.”

      So, it seemed as though Crawley might be the heir apparent to the research group after all. Would he want it, though, or would it be, as he’d claimed, a weight of responsibility he could do without? A point for future consideration, Jones decided.

      “Well, thank you for your time, Professor. We may need to ask you a few more questions in the future. In the meantime, could you speak to your Personnel and Student Services department and let them know that we will be asking to see your records?”

      “Of course. I suspect I’ll be in here all day if you want to contact me. But I’m surprised that you are leaving so soon.”

      Jones blinked in surprise. “I’m not sure I see what you are getting at.”

      “Well, it would seem that you have missed the most obvious motive, Chief Inspector.”

      “Oh? What might that be, then?”

      “Well, money, of course.”

      Jones blinked in surprise.

      “Money? How would killing Professor Tunbridge make his killer rich? Was Professor Tunbridge particularly wealthy?”

      “No, at least not that I know of. However, Alan’s work was potentially very lucrative.”

      “So, tell me about Professor Tunbridge’s research and why you think it provides a motive.”

      Tompkinson took off his glasses and polished them again, before replacing them and resuming his ‘teacher pose’.

      “Where to start? OK, to fully appreciate how big a motive this is, СКАЧАТЬ