‘Takes about a week for the internal gases to build up. But if they do surface, say at night, with the tide and wind in the wrong direction, they’ll go on out to sea. Then eventually they’ll sink again, and when they do, they’ll get picked clean by fish and crabs and lobsters.’
‘What about Tony Revere’s father?’
‘I’ve spoken to Detective Investigator Lanigan in New York. The guy who could be the problem going forward is his wife’s brother – the dead boy’s uncle, Ricky Giordino. With his father, Sal, locked up in jail for the rest of his life, realistically, it sounds like this guy is the one to watch. Lanigan thinks he’s the man who probably hired the killer in the first place. We’re going to continue with protection on Carly Chase and her family for a while, but I personally don’t think the threat is as severe now.’
Cleo placed Roy’s hand on her swollen abdomen and said, ‘Bump’s busy today.’
He could feel their child moving around.
‘Probably because you just ate a chocolate ice cream, right? You said he always becomes energetic when you eat chocolate – and that he’s probably going to become a chocaholic.’
‘
Grace grinned. ‘You’re the one who keeps going on about all these old wives’ tales, that if your baby’s high up, or sticking out a lot, it’s going to be a boy.’
She shrugged. ‘We could easily find out.’
‘Do you want to?’ he asked.
‘No. Do you? You didn’t last time we discussed it.’
‘I will love our child just as much whether it is a boy or a girl. I’ll love it because it is
‘Are you sure, Roy? You wouldn’t want it to be a boy, so he could be an action man like my hero, Roy Grace? The claustrophobic who goes down a deep tunnel. The man who’s scared of heights who climbs power stations? The crap swimmer who dives into a harbour and saves a boy’s life?’
Grace shrugged. ‘I’m a copper. Sometimes in my job you can’t make choices based on what you’re afraid of or not. The day you do is the day you wake up and know you’re in the wrong career.’
‘You love it, don’t you?’
‘I didn’t love climbing down that ladder into the tunnel. And I was shit scared climbing up on to the power station roof. But at least young Tyler’s going to be OK. And to see his mother’s face when we took her to him at the Sussex County, where he was being checked over – that was something else. That’s why I do this job. I can’t think of any other job in the world where you could make a difference like that.’
‘I can,’ Cleo said, and kissed him on the forehead. ‘It doesn’t matter what job you do, you’d always make a difference. You’re that kind of person. That’s why I love you.’
He gave her a sideways look. ‘Do you?’
‘Yup.’ She shrugged and sipped her drink. ‘You know, sometimes I wonder about you and Sandy.’
‘In what sense?’
‘You told me that you tried for several years to have a child, without success, right?’
He nodded.
‘If you had succeeded, what would have happened? Would you and I – you know – be together?’
‘I’ve no idea. But I can tell you one thing, I’m glad we are. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. You’re my rock.’
‘You’re mine too.’
She squeezed his hand. ‘Let me ask you something. Did Sandy ever call you her
Roy Grace hugged her. After some minutes he said, ‘You know what they say about the past being another country?’
Cleo nodded.
‘So let’s not go there.’
He kissed her.
‘Good plan,’ she agreed.
113
‘The time is 8.30 a.m., Wednesday 12 May,’ Roy Grace read from his notes to his team in MIR-1. ‘This is an update on
Duncan Crocker raised a hand. ‘Chief, we haven’t heard anything from Ford Prison regarding the death of Warren Tulley. Has there been any progress in that enquiry that could shed any light on our suspect?’
Grace turned to Potting. ‘Norman, do you have anything for us?’
‘I spoke to prison officer Lisa Setterington this afternoon, guv, and to the West Area Major Crime Branch Team, who are investigating. They are preparing to charge their original suspect, Tulley’s fellow inmate Lee Rogan.’
Grace thanked him, then went on, ‘We are continuing to maintain protection on Carly Chase and her family for the time being. I’m waiting for intelligence from the US which may help us to decide how long this should go on and in what form.’
This intelligence came sooner than Grace expected. As he left the briefing, his phone beeped, telling him he had a missed call and voicemail. It was from Detective Investigator Lanigan.
As soon as he got to his office, Grace called him back, mindful that it was the middle of the night in New York.
Lanigan, as ever sounding like he had a mouth full of marbles, answered immediately, seeming wide awake.
‘Something strange going on here, Roy,’ he said. ‘Might be significant to you.’
‘What’s happened?’
‘Well, it’s not like I’m shedding any tears, you know. Fernanda Revere’s brother, Ricky Giordino – son of Sal Giordino, right?’
‘The Mafia capo who’s doing a bunch of life sentences?’
‘You got him. Well, I think I told you, Ricky’s the guy we reckon would have hired the guy who’s been causing all your problems, right?’
‘You did.’
‘Well, I thought you should know, Ricky Giordino was found dead in his apartment a couple of hours ago. Pretty gruesome. Sounds like some kind of a hit. You know – wise guys on wise guys kind of thing. Strapped to his bed with his dick cut off – looks like he bled to death from that. Had it jammed in his mouth and held in place with duct tape. Also looks like whoever did it cut his balls off and took them with him.’
‘Before or after he was dead?’ Grace asked.
Lanigan laughed. ‘Well, with a guy like that, I’d want the best for him, know what I’m saying?’
‘Absolutely!’
‘So let’s hope it was before. Oh – and there’s one other thing – this is why I thought you might be interested. The perp left a video camera running at the scene.’
114
Yossarian lay in his usual place, shaded from the midday sun, just inside the permanently open patio doors, dozing. Once a day he got interrupted by the woman who brought him food and changed the water in his bowl. He
