blooded and terrifying once, still with the power to chill.
Brock turned to Adonia.‘What car was Ivor driving?’
She shrugged and turned away.
‘Adonia, tell me.You have to stop this.’ Getting no response, he hesitated then said,‘We found Robbie Forrest’s body.’
She turned slowly back to him, her eyes huge with surprise. ‘Robbie?’
‘Yes. He was one of the three bodies we found recently, buried on the railway land behind Cockpit Lane. He died in 1981. Didn’t you know?’
She shook her head in slow motion.
‘No, well, Ivor didn’t want you to know, of course.’
‘Shut up!’ Spider barked again.‘You keep your evil-’
‘Where are they?’ Brock repeated, and the old man’s mouth snapped closed.
‘What do you mean, about Ivor?’ Adonia said.
‘He murdered Robbie, shot him in the head, him and his two friends. I think you know why.’
‘You’re lying.’ She turned away, her hand on the gold pendant at her throat.
‘What car is Ivor driving?’he demanded,and when she still said nothing, he said, this time with a sigh of regret, ‘Does Magdalen know, Adonia?’
‘Know what?’Magdalen said.‘What is all this? Who’s Robbie Forrest?’
‘Nothing,’ her mother said.‘Nobody.’
‘Your father, Magdalen,’ Brock said, and as Adonia shook her head and began to speak he went on, ‘Six foot tall, left-handed, Jamaican.We believe he had a gold tooth.’
Adonia looked stunned.‘What do you mean,
‘Part of his remains were missing. But we’ve done tests on his DNA and Magdalen’s. He was her father.’
‘Mum?’ Magdalen was staring in horror at her mother, whose eyes were filling with tears.
Adonia turned to her father-in-law.‘You knew?’
Roach glared back at her defiantly.‘You stupid bitch. A nigger! A man as black as your sin.You Greek whore!’
‘What are you saying?’ Magdalen cried. She grabbed Brock’s arm.‘What are you saying?’
‘Ivor Roach murdered your father, who was having an affair with your mother, and now he’s murdering your boyfriend Tom.’
Magdalen gazed at him, then whispered,‘A black guy?’
Brock nodded.
‘I knew. I think I’ve always known.’ She stared in horror at her mother, who was frantically turning over in her fingers the golden heart on its chain around her throat. ‘You told me he gave it to you when I was born . . .’ She blinked as if shaking herself awake from a dream.Then she turned to Brock and said,‘I think I know where they’ve taken Tom.’
‘No!’ Spider roared, his rage lifting him out of his chair, but he couldn’t stop Magdalen, who went on.
‘There’s an old car yard . . . in Tallow Square.’
‘I know it,’Kathy said.‘You’ve been inside,haven’t you? You’d better come with us.You might be able to help.’
‘I’m coming too,’ Adonia said, and to her daughter, ‘You’ll need a coat, come on.’
Brock gave hurried instructions to the two patrol officers to secure the house and make sure Spider didn’t use a phone, and to call for an armed response vehicle to meet them at Tallow Square. While he was talking,Kathy went after the two women.She heard them in a back room, voices raised, then they were hurrying out, pulling on their coats, and they ran to the car.
There was no sign of the ARV when they turned into the mean little square. Magdalen pointed out Vexx’s Peugeot, and described the layout of the place.‘The entrance is down the laneway there. There’s a big old shed on this side, and beyond it what used to be the workshop.They …’she hesitated,‘store stuff there.’
‘Drugs?’
‘Yeah. There’s a regular little laboratory at the back. And they have two bloody great pitbulls. Savage, they are.’
‘We’ll wait till help gets here,’ Brock said.
‘No,’ Magdalen said. ‘They’re murdering Tom in there. I’m going in.They won’t hurt me.’She pulled open the car door,ignoring their cries.Then Adonia,too,was tumbling out of the door and chasing after her daughter.
Kathy said,‘I’ll stop them,’ and followed, running towards the mouth of the lane. She heard the ARV skidding into the square behind her as the two women disappeared into the shadows.
There was a huge old battered metal sliding door with a small wicket-gate set into the side of the shed, and a speaker and keypad hidden inside an old fuse box bolted to the wall beside it. As Kathy caught up with them Magdalen pressed the button. From inside the building they heard the muffled scream of an electric motor, like a drill or a circular saw, which was abruptly cut as Magdalen began to speak.
‘Dad? Dad, it’s me, Magdalen. Open the door, will you? It’s important. I need to talk to you.’
There was a moment’s silence, then the small door clicked. Magdalen pushed and it swung open and she stepped inside, followed by her mother and Kathy. They waited, their eyes adjusting to the dim light reflected off the high cobwebby ceiling from striplights beyond a low partition.
Magdalen called out,‘Dad? Are you there?’
A door opened in the partition and Ivor Roach stood silhouetted against the light.‘Magdalen? What are you doing here? Who’s that with you?’
He came towards them. He was in his shirtsleeves and wearing a bloodstained apron, a gun hanging in his right hand at his side. Behind him, Kathy made out the bulky figure of Teddy Vexx in the doorway, and beyond him, in a pool of brilliant light, a white foot on a table.
‘It’s me, Ivor,’ Adonia said. ‘And this is someone from the police. I brought her here.’
‘You what?’ Ivor Roach advanced closer, peering at them in disbelief. ‘You brought a copper here? You stupid bitch . . .’ He raised his gun to Kathy.
‘It’s all right. She’s got something she wants to tell you.’
Kathy’s mouth was dry. She swallowed, took a breath.
‘Go on.’Adonia urged her.‘What your boss said to us.Tell him.’
Roach looked puzzled.
‘I …’Kathy cleared her throat with a cough.‘We were telling them that we’ve been running tests on the three bodies we found buried behind Cockpit Lane.We’ve established that one of them was Magdalen’s natural father. His name was Robbie Forrest.’
Roach’s mouth opened, but he didn’t speak.
Magdalen said,‘They say you killed my real dad.Is that true?’
Roach slowly shook his head, looking from his daughter to his wife.‘Of course not. How could she know that?’
‘The bullets were fired by a pistol, a nine-millimetre Browning,’Kathy said.‘It was used again a couple of years later in a car hijack, fired by your brother Ricky.’
‘It is true, isn’t it?’ Adonia said. ‘Your dad confirmed it. He knew all about it.’
‘Hey, darling . . .’ Ivor began to step forward, lifting his free hand in a supplicating gesture.
Out of the corner of her eye Kathy saw Adonia pull something from her coat pocket and point it at her husband. It was a gun, she saw,swaying precariously in the woman’s hands.Ivor saw it too,and an incredulous look came over his face.‘Adonia . . .’he said,and was abruptly silenced by a tremendous bang that reverberated through the metal shed, then a second. For a moment Ivor stared at Adonia in astonishment, then his knees buckled and he fell flat on his face.
Now there was the crash of boots and shouts as men burst in through the door behind them. Kathy took the pistol from Adonia’s hand, and the woman reached to her throat, unfastened her pendant and threw it at her husband’s body.
