They had no luck on the way to Rosedale, so Gristhorpe turned in the car park and set off back again, up the one-in-three hill, with Richmond still behind. The moorland stretched for miles on all sides, a dark sea of purple heather, just past its prime. Hudson seemed to be concentrating as they drove, screwing up his eyes and looking into the distance, trying to remember how long he had been driving before he stopped. Finally, he pointed to a small outcrop of rocks among the heather about fifty yards from the roadside. “This is it!” he shouted. “This is the place.”
Gristhorpe turned into the lay-by and waited for Richmond to pull in behind. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Well, I can’t be a hundred percent, but I’d been driving about this long, and I remember those rocks over there. There aren’t many spots like that around here.”
Gristhorpe opened the door. “By the roadside here, then? Let’s take a look.”
“Well, actually,” Hudson said, “it was further from the road, closer to the rocks.”
Richmond had joined them, and Gristhorpe gave him a puzzled look before he said, “Phil. If you stopped for a piss on this road at half past twelve at night, would you walk fifty yards or so away from your car to do it?”
Richmond shook his head. “No way, sir.”
“I thought not.” He fixed Hudson with his innocent gaze again. “But you did, right?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t really thinking about it. I suppose I didn’t want to be seen.”
Gristhorpe looked around the desolate landscape in disbelief. “Didn’t want to be seen?”
“That’s right.”
“You had a torch, I assume?”
“Yes.”
Gristhorpe raised his bushy eyebrows and shook his head. “Come on, then, show us where.”
Hudson led them over the rough, springy heather towards the outcrop, a natural shelter, and pointed. Gristhorpe didn’t want to ruin any more evidence there might be, so he stood at the entrance and looked. It was a small area, maybe three or four yards square, surrounded on all sides but one with rocks, some as high as Gristhorpe’s chest, but most of them no more than knee-high stones. In the centre, a small area of heather looked as if it had been flattened recently. There had been some blood on the yellow dungarees, he recalled. In all likelihood, there would be more blood around here, and perhaps other valuable trace evidence.
“Where exactly did you find the bundle of clothes?”
Gristhorpe asked.
Hudson thought for a moment, then pointed towards one of the smaller rocks near a corner of the flattened heather. “There. Stuffed under there. I think.”
“What made you look there?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I saw something out the corner of my eye.”
Gristhorpe stood for a few moments taking in the scene, then turned to go back to the car.
“Can I go home now?” Hudson asked when they arrived. “My wife. She’ll be wondering where I am.”
“You can phone her when we get back to the station.”
“Station?”
“Yes. Phil?” Gristhorpe ignored Hudson’s protests. “Radio in and get the SOCO team, if you can raise any of them on a Sunday afternoon.”
“Will do, sir.” Richmond went to his car.
“But I don’t understand,” Hudson went on as Gristhorpe took him by the arm and gently guided him into the passenger seat.
“Don’t you? It’s simple really. I don’t believe you. First off, I don’t believe anyone would walk this far for a piss on a dark night in a place like this, and second I don’t like the fact that you didn’t show up at the station till nearly noon and then tried to leave as soon as you’d dumped the bag.”
“But I’ve explained all that.”
Gristhorpe started the car. “Not to my satisfaction, you haven’t. Not by a long chalk. I don’t like it at all. Besides, there’s another thing.”
“What?”
“I don’t like you.”
Ill
When Jenny Fuller pulled up outside Superintendent
Gristhorpe’s house above Lyndgarth at about seven
o’clock that evening, lights shone a welcome from the
lower windows. She hadn’t phoned to say she was coming,
but Phil Richmond had told her at the station that the
superintendent had finally abandoned his camp-bed and
gone home.
She knocked at the heavy door and waited. When Gristhorpe opened it, he was clearly surprised to see her there but didn’t hesitate to invite her in.
“I’ve just finished doing a bit of work on the wall,” he said as they stood in the hall. “Until it got too dark. Fancy a cup of tea?”
