Natalie frowned. “Not if you went clockwise from the SecuTec office, there isn’t anyone else.”
Annie glanced at the list. “What do you mean? I’ve got something called PKF Computer Systems listed here, right next door to you.”
“The computer people? They’re gone.”
“When did they move out?”
“Over the weekend. I don’t suppose Mr. Bennett got around to updating the list yet.”
“How many people worked there?”
“Only two regulars, as far as I could tell. It’s one of the smaller units.”
“Do you know their names?”
“Sorry. I hardly saw them. They weren’t the most sociable types.”
“What about people coming and going?”
“Just delivery vans. The usual stuff.”
“Okay. Thank you very much for your time, Natalie. And for the tea.”
“My pleasure. It livens up a dull afternoon.”
Annie left the needlecraft center and walked to the next unit. If there had been a sign over the door, none hung there now. Instead of a plate-glass window, as on some of the showrooms, the old PKF unit had three smaller windows at the front. Annie peeped through one of them, and as far as she could make out the inside was empty, completely cleared out. That was all it took to trigger the little alarm bell in her cop-per’s mind. Charlie Courage, last seen alive by a neighbor on Sunday afternoon, apparently worked the four-to-midnight shift that evening and was found dead Tuesday nearly two hundred miles away. He had received five cash payments of two hundred quid each over the past month. And now this computer company had done a bunk over the weekend.
It certainly ought to be worth a quick look around their deserted premises, and by the time she had finished, Annie thought, Colin Finch would probably be in the SecuTec office. She should just have time to talk to him before heading back to the station for the meeting.
“Don’t think I want you acting like some sort of avenging angel,” Emily said. “You’ve already done your knight- in-shining-armor bit, thank you very much.”
“Why are you telling me all this, then?”
“Because you asked. And because I owe you an explanation. That’s all.”
“You admitted you’re frightened of Clough.”
“That was silly of me.” She gave a slight shudder. “It was just, you know, talking about it, remembering how he was that night. And I…”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Go on.”
“Oh, just that I thought I saw Jamie in the Swainsdale Centre.” She laughed, put her forefinger to her head and twisted it back and forth. “Me being crazy again. Paranoid Emily, that’s what they’ll be calling me.” Her nail was chewed almost to the quick, Banks noticed.
“Jamie who?”
“Jamie Gilbert. He’s one of Barry’s closest employees. Barry talks and Jamie jumps. I don’t like him. He’s good- looking, but he’s mean. He gives me the creeps.”
“When was this?”
“A couple of days ago. Monday, I think. But it can’t have been him. I must have been seeing things. Barry doesn’t even know who I really am or where I live, does he? Remember Louisa Gamine?”
“How could I forget?” Banks wasn’t certain that a man like Barry Clough lacked the resources to find out what he wanted about anyone. “Be careful, though. If you think you see him or Clough around here again, make sure you tell me. Okay?”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Emily, promise you’ll tell me if you think you see either of them again.”
Emily waved her hand. “All right. All right. Don’t get your underpants in a twist about it.”
“You never did tell me what business Clough’s in.”
“That’s because I don’t know.”
“Are you certain he’s not a drug dealer?”
“No. I mean, I don’t think so. Like I said, he’s always got drugs around. He knows people, does people favors and things, maybe gets them some stuff, but he’s not a dealer. I’m sure of that.”
“How does he make his money?”
“I told you, I don’t know. He never talked about it to me. As far as Barry is concerned, women are purely for recreation, not business. There’s the club, I suppose, for a start. That takes up a fair bit of his time. And I think maybe he manages some bands and does some concert promotion. He’s got business interests all over the country. He was always off here and there. Leeds. Dover. Manchester. Bristol. Sometimes he took me with him, but to be honest it was pretty boring waiting for him in some hotel room or walking the streets of some dingy little dump in the rain. Once he even asked me if I wanted to come here with him.”
“Here? The Black Bull?”
“Eastvale, silly. Can you imagine it? Me and Barry walking around Eastvale? I mean, my mother
“How are things at home?”
She pulled a face. “Just what you’d expect.”
“What’s that?”
“Boring. They just want me to keep quiet and stay out of the way. Mother pretty much ignores me. Dad has his political cronies over most of the time. You should see the way some of them look at me. But he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy planning his future.”
“And what about you? What do you want to do?”
Emily brightened and took a long swig of her lager and lime. “I’ve been thinking I might like to go to university after all.”
“Don’t you have to do your A-Levels first?”
“Of course. But I can do that at a sixth-form college. I could even do them at home if I want to. It’s not as if they’re hard or anything.”
“Ah,” said Banks, who had found even his O-Levels hard. “And where would you go to university?”
“Oxford or Cambridge, of course.”
“Of course.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you taking the piss?”
“Farthest thing from my mind.”
“Right. Yeah… well… anyway, I also thought I wouldn’t mind going to university in America. Harvard or Stanford or somewhere like that. Not Bryn Mawr. It sounds like that nasty little Welsh town we lived in for a while when I was a kid. And not that one in Poughkeepsie, either. That sounds like somewhere you keep pigs.”
“What would you study?”
“I’m not sure yet. Maybe languages. Or acting. I was always good in school plays. But there’s plenty of time to think about all that.”
“Yes, there is.” Banks paused and fiddled for another cigarette. Emily lit it for him with a gold lighter. “I don’t want to sound like your father,” he went on, “but this drugs thing…”
“I can take them or leave them.”
“You sure?”
“Sure. I never did much anyway. Just a bit of coke, crystal meth, V amp; E.”
“Viagra and Ecstasy?”
“You remember.”
“You took that?”
“Sure.”
“But Viagra’s… I mean, what does it do? For a woman?”
