‘ As to whether Lothian and Borders Police are going to share that view, that’s another matter. Have you told them?’
‘ Not yet. I’ll call DI McClintock before I drive down to see Jenny tonight.’
‘ When will you be back in London?’
‘ I thought I might take a couple of days off at the start of the week to clear up here and say thanks to a couple of people. I’ll see you Wednesday, Thursday at the latest.’
‘ You are going to let this go now, aren’t you?’ asked Macmillan.
‘ That’s what I agreed,’ replied Steven.
‘ But the bad feeling remains?’
‘ Yes.’
‘ See you Wednesday.’
Steven drove back to Edinburgh haunted by images of Little’s tooth falling out of his gum and the dead look in his eyes when he’d told him to get out. Even if the man’s proclaimed innocence was down to self-delusion, the feelings inside his head must surely be the same as if he really were innocent, he reasoned and that must come pretty close to being hell on earth. The loss of wife and family, eight years of solitary confinement, the onset of full-blown AIDS and now he had just done his bit to make matters worse. Talk about kicking a man when he was down.
Steven lingered in the shower when he got back, hoping the warm water would wash away some of the stress of the day. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the water cascading off his shoulders, using it as white noise to block out all other thoughts. He sought the temporary absolution that would allow him leave his professional self behind and step into the role of being Jenny’s father again. He wanted to join her world, unfettered by thoughts of his job, thoughts that she must know nothing about with its cast of Hector Combes and David Littles. Tomorrow he would take her and Sue’s two kids to the swimming pool in Dumfries and be an ordinary father and uncle doing what ordinary folk did at the weekends. This was the plan but first he would have to call McClintock. He did that, sitting on the bed, rubbing his hair with a towel.
‘ Thank Christ for that,’ said McClintock when Steven gave him the news. ‘I’m so relieved I won’t even say I told you so.’
‘ Kind of you,’ said Steven. ‘We’ll have a beer before I go back to London, huh?’
‘ Sure thing. Are you going to tell the papers?’
‘ That’s being taken care of,’ said Steven.
‘ Fair enough. Don’t feel too bad about this. You were right about there being a lot wrong with the Summers case but at least we didn’t stitch up the wrong guy.’
‘ There’s still some mileage in taking a look at Paul Verdi’s involvement with the police lab at the time though,’ said Steven.
‘ We can talk about that before you go,’ said McClintock. ‘Want to make it tonight?’
Steven apologised, saying that he was going down to Dumfriesshire. He’d call and fix up something when he got back.
Following one of his practised rituals of the changing of lifestyles, he put on a pair of black Levi jeans and a Nike sweatshirt instead of one of the dark suits he wore during the week. He pulled on a pair of K-Swiss trainers and finally slipped on a tan leather blousson before grabbing his travel bag and heading for the car park. All that was required now was that his mind would play along with the game. It got off to a bad start when he found himself humming Viva Espa n a.
He pressed the remote button on his key to unlock the car door but nothing happened. He tried twice more before realising that it was already unlocked. He must have forgotten to lock it when he’d got back from Glasgow. He didn’t usually forget to do that but then his mind had been on other things. He got in and turned on the radio, searching briefly through the stations for some middle-of-the-road music, before starting the car.
Ella Fitzgerald was singing, Take the A train, when the man who’d been hiding in the back of the car suddenly sat up and clamped something over Steven’s face. He held it there with vice-like fingers. Steven’s attempts to get to grips with his assailant were hampered by the seat’s headrest and by the time he’d changed tactics to trying to prise the man’s fingers off his face, the sweet heady scent of chloroform had subverted his senses and lulled him into unconsciousness.
FOURTEEN
It was such a lovely dream. He was afloat on a sea of wellbeing where only gentle waves of happiness disturbed the calm of blissful content. It was warm and light and bright and the colours were so vivid that he couldn’t focus on anything long enough to take in shape, but then geometry was a thing of the past. A kaleidoscope of beautiful, fragile images came and went in a seemingly endless carnival of bliss.
Then, out of the rainbow whirls, came the girl, the blonde, smiling girl who knelt down beside him and started rubbing warm oil into his chest in a slow circular motion. She did it gently with her fingertips and then harder with the heels of both hands, alternating with perfect regularity so that he could anticipate when the change was coming.
Steven’s heart was full of love. He smiled at her as if the sun were inside him instead of above and shining down on both of them from an azure sky. He reached up to run his fingers through her silky blonde hair and trace the line of her slim tanned shoulders as she worked the oil into his skin. They knew each other so well. Love and affection just flowed between them.
Steven caught his breath as her hands started to move down on him and he responded by bringing his hands up to cup her breasts and marvel at their firmness. She paused for a moment to undo her bra top and slip it off, shivering as Steven gently used his fingernails to tease her now hard nipples.
With a knowing smile, the girl sat astride him and moved backwards to work both hands between his thighs. He groaned with pleasure and closed his eyes as for a moment he was transported back to the past. He was fourteen years old and Miriam Barnes was introducing him to the mysteries of the opposite sex in the youth club hut in Patterdale. A few of them had stayed behind after the Friday night dance — ostensibly to clear up — but with teenage hormones raging, an alternative agenda was always on the cards. One of the kids had turned the lights out after putting on some music and at some point, he and Miriam had found themselves in the storeroom where the camping and games equipment was kept. They had made a makeshift nest out of bits and pieces and lay down to explore each other in the dark. She had tugged down his zip to slip her hand inside his jeans while he had rejoiced in the swell of her young breasts and the glorious journey his hand made up under her skirt to slip inside her panties. All this while outside in the hall the others were pairing off to the sounds of Pink Floyd’s soulful, Wish You Were Here.
Miriam had brought new meaning to his life that evening, one that was to leave a smile on his face for days. His sense of wonder was perhaps never to rise again to the heights it had scaled on that occasion… until now.
This girl was more skilled than Miriam and knew how to ensure that what might well have been a sprint became an odyssey. Using her mouth and hands she took him to the brink then reined him back. Such pleasure was not unknown to him but the sense of wonder was as great as on that first time so many years before.
The girl moved up on him and guided him expertly inside her. Three short squats and she had impaled herself on him to begin gyrating her hips in a slow rhythmic grind, making him wonder it were possible to die of pleasure. He tried to share this thought with her but found that he couldn’t get the words out. It didn’t matter: she just smiled and put a finger to her lips then continued on her mission.
There came a point when Steven grew impatient with his passive role. Male hormones were demanding that he take charge. He wanted the girl beneath him. He needed to dominate her, thrust deep and hard into her until this beautiful journey came to its rightful end.
He reached up to take her by the shoulders but she recoiled from him. She was no longer smiling. Something had broken the spell: she was now detached, distant and alarmingly different.
Feeling confused, Steven looked at her questioningly but in an instant the dream evaporated and the world exploded inside his head. Pleasure gave way to searing pain as he was rolled off the bed and blows rained down on him. His body shuddered as boots thudded into his ribs and fists smashed into his face. The pain soared until the
