‘That’s the object. And we’ll have response cars out on the streets in force.’
‘Good. This man Jackman, the snitch. What have you promised him?’
‘Like we said, leniency.’
‘That can mean anything from a blind eye to a word in the judge’s ear. He does up stolen vehicles as an occupation, right?’
‘Yes, and we figure he could be useful in the future.’
‘Only up to a point. When the word gets around that he’s linked to a number of failed raids, the bad boys will drop him. They may drop him literally.’
‘C’est la vie.’
‘You said DC Gilbert is the handler?’
‘Paul Gilbert, yes. He made the first contact in some pub Jackman uses.’
‘Gilbert is still very new in the job. Is he aware of the risk?’
‘Seems to be.’
‘I’ll have a word with him myself. Can you send him in?’
Gilbert did look worryingly young. Quite how he’d gained Jackman’s confidence in a pub, Diamond couldn’t fathom. Until he spoke. Then he came across with a streetwise manner that explained a lot.
‘Yes, guv,’ he said, ‘I met Gary Jackman in the cellar bar of the Porter. Do you know it? No, I guess you wouldn’t. It’s for twenty-somethings like me. George Street. Live music most nights and the comedy club Sundays. One of my drinking mates knows Gary and told me he was dodgy but great company and we got talking and it moved on from there. A couple more weeks and a lot of lager and he was ready to do the biz.’
‘He knows you’re in CID?’
‘Bit of a shock when I told him, but he soon saw the possibilities.’
‘He does up hot cars, is that right?’
‘Basically, yes. The front is a repair shop out at Winsley and some of the business is legit. He’s good, and the word gets round.’
‘This ram raid on Sunday. You’re convinced it’s going to happen?’
‘Gary’s certain of it.’
‘So why is he shopping these guys?’
‘They’re going to cock up. They’re too ambitious.’
‘Let’s hope he’s right.’ Diamond switched to the real point of this briefing while trying to sound as cool as his young colleague.
‘Look, I happen to know of a car that went missing last night, a blue Nissan Pathfinder, almost new. I reckon it might just find its way into Jackman’s repair shop. You could tip him off that it wouldn’t be wise to work on it. The smart move would be to let us know as soon as he hears of it.’
‘Is there a link?’
‘No. It’s something else I’m taking an interest in.’
Gilbert nodded. ‘’Nuff said, boss.’
24
‘I f you were planning this raid,’ Diamond said, ‘what time would you go for?’
Keith Halliwell hesitated, wary of hypothetical questions from his boss. ‘The early hours, I reckon.’
‘Say two to three?’
‘Probably.’
‘And when would you pick up the vehicle?’
‘Is that important?’
‘Just that I’m getting edgy. What is it now — eleven twenty? — and there’s been no word.’
‘They don’t need the Range Rover until late, gov. They could pick it up ten minutes before they go.’
‘That would cut it fine.’
‘Eleven, then.’
They were sitting in the canteen at Manvers Street, but not because supper was available. At this late hour the staff were no longer on duty. If anyone wanted a hot pie they would be disappointed. Drinks were on tap, but only from an old machine that made the coffee taste of chocolate and the tea of dishwater. The advantage of being downstairs was that their transport was conveniently close. And it was better than sitting in an office.
At some point in the night the team on watch at Winsley — where the informer Jackman had his repair yard — would radio in, and Operation Fleece, as Halliwell had named it, would take off. The stolen Range Rover with its new colour and new plates — and its homing device — would be tracked by four vehicles at strategic points across the city.
DC Gilbert had been honoured with the Winsley surveillance, using an unmarked car fitted with radio communications. There was no sense in having everyone out there. Better to let Gilbert and his driver report on the pick-up and have the other teams close in as the bugged car moved towards the shop.
‘Fancy a game of snooker?’ Halliwell said.
‘No.’
‘It helps to pass the time.’
‘I think I’ll look into the CAD room again, call up young Gilbert and make sure he’s awake.’
‘He’d better be. I’ll come with you.’ Nothing more was said, but there was a clear understanding that this was Halliwell’s op. He didn’t want Diamond muscling in and taking the glory.
The Computer-Aided Dispatch room was the communications base, in use round the clock. Unknown to Halliwell, Diamond had been in there already to see how the bugged vehicle would be tracked.
He asked an operator to contact DC Gilbert.
The response from Winsley was immediate. ‘Sierra One.’
Halliwell grabbed the microphone. ‘SIO speaking. What’s the scene, Sierra One?’
‘Same as before, sir. Clear view of the four-by-four standing in the lane outside the yard. No one is about. Not yet, anyway.’
‘And where are you?’
‘Also in the lane, five vehicles back and in shadow.’
‘You’ll give nothing away when they come? You don’t need to keep them in sight once they’ve picked up the vehicle.’
‘You told me, guv. We’ve been over it.’
‘Several times. I know,’ Halliwell said. ‘Stay with it, Sierra One. Over and out.’ He spread his hands as he turned back to Diamond. ‘It’s like baking a cake. You have to give it time.’
The mention of cake made him think of his secret admirer. He was trying to forget her. ‘It’s bread,’ he said.
‘What’s that, guv?’
‘When you make bread you give it time to rise.’
Back in the canteen, Halliwell tried another diversionary tactic. ‘I may have thought of a possible connection between the Twining couple and Danny and Delia. When did Delia get the job as a waitress?’
Diamond perked up. There was only so much you could say about an impending ram raid. ‘At Tosi’s, do you mean? Do you know, I don’t think we found out. What’s the point here?’
‘Could she have been working there when the Twinings were alive? They were the kind of people who’d use restaurants.’
‘It’s possible, I guess. But even if it’s true, you don’t discuss suicide pacts with the woman who serves your meal.’
‘Right.’ Halliwell nodded. ‘It wouldn’t do much for the appetite.’
Diamond pondered for a while. Halliwell might have hit on something. ‘Her mother told me she was working as a waitress for some time, certainly when she was living with Danny. She was in other places before she worked at Tosi’s.’
