sir, in charge of it all. I mean down in Walcot Street where the shooting happened.’
‘How did that come about — a newly promoted man in charge?’
‘As duty inspector, on the night shift.’
‘I get you.’ The lowest in the pecking order gets the leavings. ‘If he was directing the operation, what induced him to come up here?’
‘I couldn’t tell you, sir.’
‘You were down there, weren’t you?’
‘All I know is he was there one minute and gone the next. Someone else took over.’
Diamond radioed for CID assistance and got his deputy, DI Halliwell, the man he trusted and relied on. ‘Keith, I’m at the house in the Paragon. I want the people who live here turned inside out as possible witnesses. It seems likely the sniper fired from this garden and Lockton worked it out and came up here to investigate and was knocked cold. Someone let him in, someone clobbered him. And someone may have seen the attack.’
‘I’ll sort it, guv,’ Halliwell said. ‘Was Lockton working alone, then?’
‘Apparently.’
‘Strange.’
Diamond took the fifty-six steps down and was approached by a crop-headed muscleman he knew to be Supergull, Jack Gull, head honcho of the Serial Crimes Unit. Exactly how Gull, who wasn’t much over forty and looked as if he chewed car tyres, had made it to chief superintendent was an unsolved mystery. A show of civility was inescapable.
‘How you doing, Jack?’
‘We’re taking over,’ Gull said.
‘Fine.’ Diamond refused to rise to the bait. He had his own way of dealing with situations like this.
‘Fine’ wasn’t the reaction Gull had prepared for. ‘Polehampton tells me you’re pissed off about it.’
‘Did he get that impression from me?’ Diamond said. ‘He’s no mind-reader. What’s the plan, then? Do I stand my people down and leave it to you guys?’
‘You know that’s not the way it works. We need them and we need you.’
‘Some of them are still here from the night turn. They can’t stay on their feet much longer.’
Gull wasn’t interested in human frailty. ‘What did you find up those steps?’
Diamond told him and played the trump card he’d saved for this. ‘So we’ve got two crime scenes. Who do you want up there?’
Gull hesitated.
‘Between ourselves,’ Diamond said, ‘Polehampton doesn’t fill me with confidence. I already have a top detective at the scene briefed to interview possible witnesses.’
‘Who’s that?’
‘DI Halliwell.’
‘Halliwell can carry on,’ Gull said as if he’d known Halliwell all his life. ‘Would you oversee it? I need Polehampton down here.’
‘If you insist,’ Diamond said, suppressing the smirk that wanted to appear.
All this climbing of steps would either make him a fit man or bring on a coronary. Back at the house in the Paragon, Keith Halliwell had already singled out a key witness. ‘I think you should speak to her yourself, guv. She opened the door to Ken Lockton and he wasn’t alone as we supposed.’
‘I’ll definitely speak to her.’
‘I’d better warn you. She’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.’
She was the tenant of the ground floor, a cello-shaped blonde of around twenty called Sherry Meredith. She’d made up — eyes, lips, the works — and was in white jeans and a low cut black top with glittery bits that seemed out of place before eight in the morning. In matters of fashion Diamond was way behind the times.
‘They called really early when I was still in bed,’ she said. ‘I buzzed them in.’
She already had his full attention, and not for how she looked or what she was wearing. ‘Trusting.’
‘I wouldn’t have, except they said they were police and when I looked there was a police car outside.’
‘You said “they”.’
‘Yes. Two of them.’
‘Are you sure? In uniform?’
She frowned. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Of course you know.’
‘I didn’t know what they were wearing. I know now, but I didn’t when I looked out of the window. All I could see was the car. I’m trying to be truthful.’
He nodded, accepting the logic. He wished he hadn’t asked. ‘After you buzzed them in, you saw the uniforms?’
She had to think about that. ‘Yes. The one who did the talking is the man they just carried out on the stretcher. The other one was a sergeant. Three stripes on his arm — would that be right?’
His patience was being stretched. He nodded. ‘Did you find out the sergeant’s name?’
‘If he mentioned it, I didn’t take it in. I was still in pyjamas, not made up or anything.’
‘What does that have to do with it?’
‘It’s embarrassing. How would you feel if you were me? I’m telling you why I couldn’t think of much else.’
‘Can you remember what the inspector said?’
‘You’re joking.’
‘Do I look as if I’m joking? Try. It’s important.’
‘I told you I was in my pyjamas.’
‘Miss Meredith — ’
‘Sherry.’
‘Sherry, I’ve never believed those stories about dumb blondes. I can tell you’re a smart girl. We need to know. He must have had some questions for you.’
The flattery worked. ‘He asked me who lived in the flat downstairs.’
‘And?’
‘He called it the basement. I told him it’s the garden flat.’
‘Go on.’
‘I said it was empty, been empty for years. He goes: have you heard any sounds from down there and I’m, like, no, nothing. Then he asks me the way down and I tell him about the stairs in the hall. That was it. Oh, and he said to lock my door.’
‘I expect you watched what was happening from your back window.’
She blushed and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips.
‘Understandable,’ he said to relax her. ‘Anyone would.’
‘They pushed through the weeds to the far end where you can see down into the street.’
‘And then?’
‘They were talking.’
‘For long?’
‘Not long. They seemed to be arguing. The sergeant looked kind of, well, miffed, if you know what I mean. He came back through the flat and drove off in the police car.’
‘Alone?’
‘Yes.’
‘You’re sure? Did you actually see him get in the car and drive off?’
Her cheeks reddened again. ‘From my front room.’
‘So you moved from the back of the house to the front to see what was going on? And then?’
‘Nothing. When I looked out the back again, the boss man wasn’t in sight.’
Inwardly, he was cursing. She’d missed being a key witness to the assault on Ken Lockton. ‘What did you do — go back to bed?’
‘No, I wouldn’t have got to sleep again after an experience like that. I showered and got dressed.’
He’d coaxed about as much as he was likely to get from Sherry Meredith. ‘Who lives above you?’
