What was it that American president once said? The only thing we have to fear is fear. Well, Danny feared fear, and it was beginning to make him a liability.
14
At 11.55 that morning the results from the lab came back confirming that hair samples found on the shirt belonged to Mark Wells, and that it could safely be surmised that the shirt belonged to him.
At 12.10, the questioning of Mark Wells by DCI Knox and DI Welland recommenced. The suspect still denied any involvement in the crime and became hysterical when told of the new evidence against him, at one point attempting to assault both the officers present. He had to be physically restrained before questioning could continue. His solicitor then requested some time alone with his client to discuss these new developments, and this was granted.
At 12.35, the questioning once again resumed, Wells’s solicitor sticking to the position that his client had had nothing to do with the murder of Miriam Fox. However, neither he nor Wells could offer any realistic explanation as to why the shirt had been found so close to the murder scene covered in the victim’s blood. Wells suggested that it must have been stolen.
At 1.05, twenty-seven-year-old Mark Jason Wells was formally charged with the murder of eighteen-year-old Miriam Ann Fox. For the second time that day, he had to be physically restrained from attacking his interrogators. During the ensuing altercation, his solicitor was accidentally struck in the face by Wells and required medical treatment for a bloody nose. In a rare moment of wit, DS Capper later claimed this to be a double result for the Metropolitan Police.
At 2.25, still a little sleepy from my canteen lunch of lasagne and garden vegetables, I was called into Knox’s office.
Knox was sitting behind his spotless desk looking serious, which surprised me a little under the circumstances. ‘Hello, Dennis. Thanks for coming in. Sit down.’ He waved to a seat. ‘You’ve heard the news, then?’
‘About charging Wells? Yes, sir, DI Welland told me.’
‘DI Welland’s had to go home, I’m afraid.’
‘He didn’t look too good, sir, I have to admit.’
‘He isn’t, I’m afraid. In fact, he hasn’t been his best for some time.’ I didn’t say anything, so he continued. ‘He went for some tests a couple of weeks ago and he received the results this morning.’ I felt a mild sense of dread. Knox sighed loudly. ‘He only told me after we’d charged Wells. I’m afraid DI Welland has prostate cancer. There’s going to be an official announcement this afternoon.’
‘Jesus.’ What a day. ‘I knew something was wrong but I didn’t think it would be anything like that. How bad is it?’
‘Well, it’s cancer, so it’s bad. As to whether it’s terminal or not, I don’t know. Neither do the doctors. A lot depends on how he responds to treatment and his overall attitude.’
‘There won’t be anything wrong with that. The DI’s a fighter.’
I suddenly felt like crying, which is something I haven’t done in a long, long time. It was the injustice of it all. Here was a man who for thirty years had been trying to do the right thing and he was repaid with a life-threatening illness, while there were criminals and politicians out there who’d spent just as much time trying to line their own pockets and were as healthy as a new heart. The moment passed, and I asked Knox if he minded if I smoked.
‘No-one should really be smoking in here, especially under the circumstances, but go on then.’ He watched me light it and told me that I ought to give up. ‘It won’t do you any good, you know,’ he told me sternly, which was a statement of the obvious if ever I’d heard one. That’s the problem with health fascists. They never understand that you know as much about the facts as they do.
‘A man’s got to have some pleasures,’ I said, which is my standard defence in these sorts of matters.
‘Perhaps. But anyway, I digress. I didn’t bring you in here to discuss any bad habits you might have. I wanted to speak to you because, at the very minimum, DI Welland’s going to be on sick leave for three months, and I suspect it will be considerably longer. It might even be the case that he never comes back. So we have a temporary vacancy.’
I felt as though I ought to say something at this juncture but, because I couldn’t think what, I kept my mouth shut. I was beginning to get the first stirrings of interest, though. The DI’s position. I could handle that, even if it was only temporary.
‘Obviously we want to promote from within the CID at this station, as that’ll give us the continuity we need, and it’ll give DI Welland the chance to slot back in, when and if he’s able to return to duty.’
‘I understand.’
‘And it’s for that reason we’ve decided to go with DS Capper as
