The Common Enemy. Paul Gitsham
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Название: The Common Enemy
Автор: Paul Gitsham
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: DCI Warren Jones
isbn: 9780008301170
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‘It’ll take as long as it takes, Mr Davenport. After all, we don’t want to miss something that could let your friend’s killer go free.’
Davenport sighed his acquiescence.
Much of his story matched that of Bellies Brandon, so Warren focused on the small details. Davenport enjoyed the audience.
‘I’m a pacifist, me. I wasn’t going to get involved in any violence. I was just there to exercise my freedom of speech. So when the police let the protestors attack us, I left quickly.’
‘Where did you go when you left the square?’
‘Me and Jimmy headed past the war memorial then towards BHS.’
‘Did you go into the shop?’
‘Nah, ’course not. They’d pulled the shutters down, probably to stop the muzzers and the soap-dodgers from nicking stuff, you know what they’re like.’
‘So where did you go?’
‘Down the alleyway and onto the street behind.’
‘Did Tommy and Mr Brandon follow you?’
‘No, we split up at the war memorial. Bellies is too fat to run, so Tommy left him and headed towards Marks & Spencer.’
‘Do you know where he went after that?’
‘I reckon he probably cut through into the backstreet, but we were ahead of him and didn’t see him again.’
‘And that was definitely the last time you saw him?’
‘I just said that, didn’t I?’
‘OK. Did you see anybody else in the street or around the area?’
‘Nobody.’
‘Where did you go after you cut past Marks & Spencer?’
‘BHS,’ Davenport corrected.
Warren acknowledged the correction.
‘We went through another alleyway next to a key-cutter’s and then headed towards the pub.’
‘Which pub was that?’
‘The Feathers.’
‘And you went straight there.’
‘Yeah, pretty much. Jimmy led the way, he knows the area.’
‘Do you know roughly what time you arrived?’
‘No, I wasn’t wearing a watch.’
‘Were you the first to arrive or were there others there already?’
‘We were pretty much the first.’
‘Do you know when everyone else arrived? Was anybody late?’
‘Most everybody else arrived at the same time. Bellies got lost and came in last.’
‘How long did you stay for?’
‘We were supposed to be there until about nine, then catch the coach back home. The beer was flowing and they’d laid on food. It was the shittiest chicken Kiev I’ve ever eaten, even Bellies didn’t finish it.’
Warren looked over his notes. Despite his attitude, the man had been helpful. A picture of Tommy Meegan’s movements in the hours before his death was being built, but it was slow going. Large gaps remained and they had yet to identify any concrete suspects.
With that, he turned off the tape recorder and thanked Davenport for his time. The man merely grinned.
Up close the similarities between Jimmy Meegan and his brother were even more striking. It was strange what death did to a person; if anything, Tommy looked younger.
Warren scrutinised the man sitting opposite him. His eyes were still bloodshot and the edges of his nostrils inflamed, but his pupils weren’t dilated and the nervous energy that he’d radiated that morning was gone. It would seem that he wasn’t high on cocaine at the moment; leaving him until last had probably been the right decision.
What remained was the anger; it seemed to infuse the very air.
Warren decided not to repeat his condolences. They’d been thrown back in his face that morning and he saw no reason to start the interview on a negative note. It was likely to go sour all on its own.
From the outset, Meegan made it clear that he regarded the interview as a waste of time, and that he thought Warren was only going through the motions.
‘Why don’t you tell me who you think killed him?’
Warren knew exactly where this would go, but he might as well get it out of the way now.
‘Take your pick. Look at anybody who was behind that pathetic line of nancy boys you sent to protect our right to free speech.’
‘There were a lot of people there, Mr Meegan, was there anyone that you recognised that may have been involved? Perhaps we could review some of the CCTV footage.’
‘Are you taking the piss? None of those fucking cowards were man enough to show their faces.’ He pointed a finger at Warren. ‘I tell you what you lot need to do, you need to arrest anybody that turns up at these things with their face hidden. What have they got to hide?’ He turned the finger back towards himself. ‘I’m fucking proud of what I am. You won’t ever catch me wearing a mask.
‘It’s like those burqas. We don’t let people wear helmets when they go into the garage or the bank, we should make them take off their masks. Who in their right mind lets someone dressed like a fucking ninja go into a shop?’ He suddenly giggled. ‘Maybe we should get Bruce Lee to sort them out.’ The laughter disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
‘If their women want to dress like that at home, that’s their business, but they shouldn’t be allowed on the public streets.’ He blinked and paused as if he’d forgotten his train of thought, before brightening again.
‘Anyhow, the same should go for those fucking terrorist-lovers at the march, with their ski masks. Traitors to their race they are. They should show some pride in their white skin.’ He looked towards the CCTV camera in the corner of the room. ‘Fucking White Pride,’ he shouted.
Warren paused for a beat. It was clear that Meegan was a regular drug abuser and it was taking its toll on his mental stability. He wondered what he’d get out of the man.
Finally, Meegan’s face took on the sullen tone of a teenager. As exasperating as it was, Warren forced himself to remember that the man had just lost his older brother.
‘Look, Jimmy, help me put together a timeline СКАЧАТЬ