fence, so that he didn’t have to raise his voice quite so much. The Alsatian stood up. Cooper stopped.
‘What about members of your family, Mr Oxley?’ said Udall, recognizing the moment to divide attention. ‘Might some of them have been around at that time and seen something?’
‘Scott was probably at the pub Friday night. You could ask him. But he isn’t home.’
‘No, we’ve tried.’
‘The young ones would be home at that time,’ said Oxley.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Sure. They’re good lads.’
‘What about Frances?’ said Cooper. ‘Or is it Fran? At number 5 - she doesn’t seem to be home either.’
‘Fran has a job.’
Oxley said it as if he expected them to be surprised. Cooper found that he actually was, and mentally chided himself for forming pre-conceptions. Lucas might have a job as well, for all he knew. And Scott, too.
‘Is Fran working today, Mr Oxley?’
‘She works in a cafe, over in Holmfirth. She won’t be back until later. She has to use the bus.’
‘Right.’
‘Did you see some kids up on the road?’ said Oxley.
Cooper nodded. There were a bunch near the bus stop.’
‘Was Jake among them? Little lad, younger than the others. He has a bad leg.’
‘I didn’t notice.’
There’s nothing wrong with any of them,’ said Oxley. They’re all good lads.’
‘I’m sure they are, sir.’
‘And I’ll tan the hides off them, if they’re not. Now, you’ve been asked to leave, and you’re trespassing.’
Cooper took a last look at the yard as he turned to leave. He took particular note of the vehicles he could see parked in among the
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pallets and old tyres. There was a light blue Transit van and a small flat-bed lorry, but they were at the wrong angle for him to make out the registration numbers.
Tracy Udall made a helpless gesture at him as they walked back up the track past Waterloo Terrace. ^
‘Where does Lucas Oxley work, Tracy?’ said Cooper. ‘What’s his job?’
‘I think you’re asking the question wrong/ said Udall. ‘I don’t think he has a job exactly.’
‘He isn’t registered for unemployment benefit. I checked.’
‘No. I suppose you might say he’s self-employed. And he works wherever work is to be had.’
‘Mmm. That sounds like a definition of “criminal” to me.’
‘Did you notice all the stuff round the back of the houses in Waterloo Terrace? Stacks of pallets? Roof tiles? Tyres? Fence posts? He’s trading, that’s what he’s doing. I imagine he’ll pick up anything that he can get cheap - maybe just for the cost of a bit of effort by his lads to collect the stuff and bring it back to Withens. Then, if anyone around here wants some fence posts or roof tiles, they know where to come. I’m betting he sells some of the stuff out of the back of a van at car boot sales and cattle markets, too.’
‘Legally?’
‘It’s mostly legal, I should think.’
‘Tell me about the bit that isn’t.’
‘Well, let me put it this way - I wouldn’t take the tiles off my roof and leave them by the roadside overnight. And I wouldn’t park a lorry with empty pallets on it anywhere accessible.’
‘But who’s going to know one pallet from another?’
‘Exactly.’
‘Some of the sons work, though, don’t they?’
‘You mean, do they have jobs?’
‘Yes. Jobs where they go off to work and earn an honest living, like you and me.’
‘They do bits of casual labouring, I think. There’s still some farm work to be had at certain times of the year, and beating for the shoots. But, mostly, they’ll be hiring themselves out as labour with the van or the flat-bed lorry.’
‘They don’t sound like they’re your antique thieves, anyway.’
‘No, I never really thought they were.’
‘Are we no nearer getting a lead on the thefts?’
‘The people we’ve interviewed so far are small-scale. We don’t
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As they headed hack towards UdalPs car, Cooper saw the bus coming down the hill. A woman got off at the
