sport, notably basketball and fencing. As a fencer, he’d been on the fringe of international selection and this had helped him to a sports course at Bridgwater in spite of mediocre exam results. He’d trained as a teacher and taken up water sports. While still at college he’d met Juliet Strang, from Portsmouth, a swimmer, and they lived together until after obtaining their degrees, when they married. He was appointed teacher of PE at a state school in Minehead. His wife gave birth to twin daughters in the first year. Schoolteaching hadn’t suited Martin Hart’s temperament. He found working to a timetable restrictive, preferring games and leading school teams to the daily routine of lessons. But there had been no problems over discipline. If anything, he was too demanding of the students and expected standards they were unable to match. After six years of teaching, he decided on a change of career and applied to join the police. He was regarded as a good candidate, physically fit and with satisfactory references from the school. He’d completed the training and joined Wells as a probationer and impressed everyone with his communication skills and confidence dealing with a variety of situations. Confirmed as a fully fledged constable he was tipped to get promotion to sergeant within another year. His home life appeared good. After the twins, another child, a son, had been born, and the family lived in a rented house in a well-regarded estate north of the city. His wife Juliet worked part-time as a lifeguard at the local sports centre and coached the swim team.
‘A sheltered life, really,’ Leaman said in summary
Diamond nodded. ‘Family man, lived in Somerset all his life. How would a country boy like this give offence to a gunman?’
‘Are we assuming it wasn’t a random killing?’
‘That’s the point of this exercise,’ Diamond reminded him.
‘Maybe the gunman happened to have been a kid at the school where he taught.’
‘Not bad, John. Not bad. And had a grudge about the way he was treated? Compulsory games?’
Leaman smiled. ‘It would have to be worse than that. Some of these PE teachers are sadistic bastards.’
‘Tell me about it.’ Memories of school cross-country runs stirred in Diamond’s brain. Those formative experiences went deep, himself with the stragglers, smokers and fat boys at the back of the pack, too breathless to run, shivering in shorts and singlet, and being threatened with an extra round of the course by a bully in a tracksuit. ‘There were times when I would gladly have shot mine, but I hope I’ve got over it.’
‘They say it’s self-perpetuating.’
‘What is?’
‘You get bullied and in due course you become a bully.’
‘Get away.’
It was a rare moment of triumph for Leaman. He’d got one over his assertive boss.
‘We’re guessing here,’ Diamond said testily. ‘Move this on. Let’s look at the other victim.’
PC Richmond, Stanley, had been older than Hart. 41 at death, a career policeman, he had joined Bristol Central after leaving school. His file showed he’d moved around more than most in his first few years: Crewkerne, Minehead, Glastonbury, Somerton, Ilminster, Wincanton.
‘Why so many moves?’ Diamond said.
‘Sometimes you get a bloke who doesn’t fit in.’
‘An awkward bugger? I’ve met a few.’
Leaman reddened.
‘Nothing personal. Then there are restless guys who are always putting in for transfers. Was he married?’
‘No. Ah, this could explain why he was often on the move,’ Leaman said, and read aloud. ‘ “Has an interest in folklore and writes articles for
‘He was supposed to be keeping law and order.’
‘He could still have combined it with his hobby.’
‘Which must be why he never made it to sergeant.’
‘Just look at the list of postings. Glastonbury, famous for its mystical connections. Somerton, supposedly the meeting place of various ley lines. Wincanton had its witch trials. He did his research, wrote it up and then asked for another transfer.’
‘He ended up at Radstock. What’s there, apart from disused coal mines?’
‘Bronze age stuff. Saxon burials.’
Diamond was impressed. ‘You’re well up on all this. Are you a rucksack and shorts man on your days off?’
Leaman hesitated. ‘I take an interest, but I wouldn’t say I’m well up on it, not like Stan Richmond.’
‘Ever met him on a dig?’
Leaman shook his head. ‘I can see I’m going to regret this.’
Diamond revolved his chair to turn his back on the screen. ‘So we have a sporting ex-teacher and a folklore buff. A muscleman and a hippie. Not a lot in common except they both joined the police.’
‘Both lived in Minehead at one time.’
‘Did they?’ Something he’d missed. Once more he was forced to respect Leaman’s attention to detail.
‘Hart taught there and Richmond was on the strength, but not at the same time.’
‘May be of interest, maybe not. Personal files only tell you so much. Christ only knows what mine says. They leave out the really interesting bits. For that, we need to talk to family and friends. I read in one of the tabloids that Martin Hart was known to his friends as Ossy. Why was that, I wonder?’
‘Aussie, like Down Under?’
‘Ossy. With a double s.’
‘Short for Oscar?’
‘Search me. His name wasn’t Oscar. That’s what it said in the press. Reporters are good at finding out personal stuff like that. Brings them to life. It’s what people like to read. Why Ossy? Ozzy Osbourne I can understand, but Ossy Hart? Am I missing something?’
Leaman gave a shrug.
‘I’m not saying it’s important,’ Diamond went on, ‘but this is the kind of detail you don’t get from reading official files on a bloody computer.’
‘Most of the newspapers are on computer,’ Leaman said, as a true apostle of the world wide web.
‘Check them out, then,’ Diamond countered, never one to miss an opening. ‘See if they teased out anything we don’t know. But I’m going to send Ingeborg to Wells and Radstock to get the real dope on the victims.’
DC Ingeborg Smith had once been a crime reporter who had more than once put Diamond through the wringer.
‘Is that wise? Jack Gull won’t like us going it alone,’ Leaman said.
‘Gull is too busy to notice. I wish we could find a connection between these two and Harry Tasker,’ Diamond said. ‘All I got from Tasker’s wife is that he fished and watched TV in his time off. Was that really all he did? Does anyone here know any more about him?’
‘He wasn’t much of a communicator.’
‘She mentioned that, too. And he griped about freemasonry in the police.’
‘Why was that?’ Leaman said in a challenging tone. A muscle twitched at the side of his mouth.
Diamond raised his hand as if to concede that he’d bowled one bouncer too many. ‘You’re one of them. I forgot.’
Leaman twitched again. ‘There’s nothing in our conditions of service to say I shouldn’t be one of them, as you put it. Plenty of us are, and proud to be. What was Harry Tasker’s problem with it?’
‘Favours, I expect.’
Leaman simply clicked his tongue.
‘Isn’t that what persuaded you to join?’
Leaman sighed and rolled his eyes upwards.
Diamond grinned. ‘No need to get shirty, John. You’re a secretive bunch, up to all kinds of weird practices, but I don’t think you take shots at non-members, even stroppy non-members like Harry Tasker.’
Ingeborg was delighted to be asked.
‘It’s not exactly undercover,’ Diamond told her, ‘but you don’t need to go through official channels. I’d rather you shared a drink with the Wells CID lads than knocked on the Chief Superintendent’s door.’
