with a bit more commitment, she'd be off. And I said, good, with a bit of luck she might blow herself up too, and then we'd all get a bit of peace. I really would have been glad to see the back of her. And now perhaps I have.'
Her eyes were moist. Dalziel said, 'Nay, lass, tha's likely got enough to feel guilty about without piling this lot on top too. It's nowt to do with you, and you know it. Interesting, but. The other night at Wanwood House, by the time I got there, it were you making all the fuss and Walker coming over all cooperative.'
'Perhaps just our natural reactions to your powerful personality,' said Cap.
'I'd not disagree, except she'd already made a statement to George Headingley and he's got as much personality as a park bench.'
'For heaven's sake, can't you stop being a policeman just for a moment?' she said with a flash of irritation which reminded him once more just how upset this business with Walker had left her. Time to get her to lighten up.
'Just now you were moaning I weren't doing what I get paid for,' he complained. 'I can thole a woman being illogical so long as she's consistent with it.'
She regarded him quite sweetly and said, 'Andy, what am I going to do with you?'
'Owt you like, long as it doesn't draw blood,' said Andy Dalziel. 'But not in this place. Shortage of beds, so they tell me. I'll ring you later.'
'I'll hang on here a while,' said Cap. 'Where will you be?'
'Not had me lunch yet, remember? I'll likely head down to the Black Bull for a pint and a real pork pie.'
She laughed at his ability to joke about food at a time of crisis, and before he could turn away gave him a vigorous farewell kiss which he recalled with some pleasure fifteen minutes later as he sunk his teeth into a juicy meat pie in the lounge bar of the Bull. But he also recalled with uneasy curiosity the inconsistencies of her attitude to Wendy Walker.
Apart from giving DC Dennis Seymour a watching brief to keep an eye on Traffic's investigations, there was little more he could do at this stage to assist or accelerate things. If the lass recovered, then maybe her evidence would help. If she didn't, then it became homicide, and the involvement of the head of CID would not be remarkable.
Just as he was finishing his second pint and thinking about leaving, the door opened to admit Sergeant Wield.
'What fettle?' enquired Dalziel genially. 'Looking for me, are you?'
'Looking for a spot of lunch actually, sir,' said Wield.
'Well you might as well get me another pint while you're ordering,' said the Fat Man magnanimously. 'Then you can tell me how you've been filling the long weary hours since last we met.'
He's in a good mood with himself, thought Wield. Something must be going his way.
He set the drinks on the table and sat down.
'Had a chat with Jimmy Howard this morning,' he said.
'Oh aye? And what did he tell you? That TecSec's a cover for the White Slave Trade?'
Though very ready to sing his sergeant's praises to others, Dalziel found that a touch of mocking scepticism was an excellent stimulant when they were working out some original idea of their own.
'Forgot to ask him about that, sir,' said Wield. 'No, told me nothing much except that he hadn't come across anything iffy since he joined the firm, but that had only been since September. In fact he told me three times at least that he only joined in September.'
'So what does that mean?' asked Dalziel.
'Maybe just that he joined in September,' said Wield.
'I leaned on him just a little and made him promise to give us a bell if he does notice anything that worries him.'
'And you think he will?'
'Could be he'll just go running to his old mate, Patten. Or could be he'll be fly and keep his options open.'
'His old mate?' said Dalziel.
'I got the collator to run the two of them through her machine to see if any link came up. Couple of years back, there was a bust-up at the old Lighthouse Club. You remember the place, sir, went under when we opposed their licence because there were so many complaints about noise and nuisance. There was usually a pretty heavy game going on in their back room, and this night it ended up with one guy kicked half to death. Patten was involved there as a witness, didn't really see anything, it all happened so fast and the guy who did the damage, a stranger, had it away on his toes before the police arrived. Well, the police who arrived was initially Jimmy Howard. And there were some whispers that Patten should have been the main face in the frame. Only Howard's version of what he found propped up Patten's story and no one else was willing to say out loud what they were happy to whisper.'
'So Howard's a bit bent and Patten's a hard man. You got owt I don't know?' said Dalziel.
Unfazed, Wield went on, 'I got a breakdown of all the jobs TecSec have been hired to do since they were founded eighteen months ago. Until they picked up the ALBA contract three months back, it amounted to next to nowt.'
'So what? Not easy getting a new company off the ground these days,' said Dalziel with all the political authority of a man who'd once been too drunk to switch off Question Time.
'Yes, sir. Still doesn't explain how a shoestring outfit like TecSec picked up a contract like that. As for ALBA, they're big, but not yet international like Fraser Greenleaf who are basically American. Word among the money men is that FG have been taking a greedy look towards ALBA for some time, but so far the ALBA board have been able to convince their biggest shareholders that they'll make less money out of annexation than they will out of hanging on. There's rumours of some big breakthrough which will net billions and take over a big slice of FG's market share.'
'Sounds like a bloody war,' grunted Dalziel. 'OK, so yon weird mate of yours in the City Squad knows his businesses. But did he come up with anything really dodgy?'
'No, sir,' Wield admitted.
'I bet he didn't. And I can tell you how TecSec got the job. Bossman there, Captain bloody Sanderson, is an old school chum of Dr bloody Batty. That's how the world wanks, Wieldy. And as more of the folk you and me went to school with are in clink than in the Cabinet or the City, that's why I'm no one's hot tip for Commissioner, and you're not even shortlisted for Queen of the May.'
'What about Patten? He's a partner, remember.'
'Sanderson's not daft, realizes most army officers are only as good as their NCOs, and Patten was a bloody good one. So when they get dumped together – '
'Didn't,' interrupted Wield bravely. 'Patten got out six months before the captain's demob and didn't team up with him till three months after that.'
'Right little mole, aren't you, lad?' said Dalziel. 'So they meet at some reunion. Sanderson says, what are you doing now, sergeant? Patten says, not a lot. Sanderson says, I could use a good man to organize the practical side of things while I do the selling. How do you fancy the job?'
'He's a partner,’ repeated Wield.
'So he invests his severance pay. Everyone gets a lump sum these days.'
'All gone,' said Wield. 'Nowt left.'
'How do you know that? You've not been playing with them buttons again, have you? Hacking into bank statements?'
'No, sir. Had a word with Mr Charlesworth. He had a word with some of his friends.'
Arnie Charlesworth was one of the town's leading bookies and an old drinking chum of Dalziel's.
'Not been taking my name in vain I hope, lad,' he said suspiciously.
'Not in vain, sir. Mr Charlesworth's affectionate respect for you proved very useful. Seems Patten spent his first couple of months out of the army trying to parlay his lump sum into a large fortune by way of various complicated bets. Got pretty close too but in the end there was always a horse fell, or ate a dodgy carrot or something. You know how bookies hate the thought of losing. He paid up. It was either that or intensive care. Then he vanished from the local gambling scene for a few months till the summer when he showed up again as a partner in TecSec with money in his pocket.'
