heard about the Devil and Berwick, right?’
‘The thumb thing? Yeah. Funny story, that. Makes you wonder why the Devil wanted the town.’
‘Must have had his reasons,’ said Willie. He drained his glass and looked at Nightingale expectantly. Nightingale grinned and headed over to the bar. The bill would be going on McBride’s account, so he figured he might as well keep the locals happy.
He returned to the table with two pints and a bottle of Budweiser and sat down. ‘Speaking of the devil, did you ever come across Jimmy McBride?’
‘The guy that shot the kids?’ Willie sighed. ‘Aye that was a rum do, that was.’
‘You knew him?’
‘Used to,’ said Willie. ‘There was a time when I used to give him a hand on the farm when he was busy, but he uses Polish gangs now.’
‘What was he like?’
‘Quiet. Wouldn’t say boo to a goose. Just got on with whatever needed doing.’
‘Never married?’
‘He didn’t seem to have much interest, if you ask me. But farming’s like that. You work all hours, you tend not to have much of a social life.’
Tommo chuckled. ‘How does that explain your six kids and fifteen grandkids, Willie?’
Willie smiled ruefully. ‘I met the right woman, early on,’ he said. ‘But it’s a real problem for a lot of farmers. Days can pass when you don’t leave the farm. Cows have to be milked, livestock has to be fed, there’s the EU paperwork. You don’t get much time for dating.’
‘And what was he like with kids?’
Willie frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘He shot eight kids. Why would he do that?’
Willie shook his head. ‘God knows,’ he said.
‘I wondered if kids had been vandalising the farm, giving him a hard time, something like that?’
‘This isn’t the big city,’ said Tommo. ‘We don’t have gangs or vandals or even much graffiti.’
‘So why did he do what he did?’ asked Nightingale.
The two men shook their heads. ‘Who knows?’ said Tommo. ‘We’ve never had anything like that happen before.’
‘Happened in Scotland,’ said Willie. ‘Remember? Back in 1996. Dunblane. What was that guy’s name now?’
‘Thomas Hamilton,’ said Nightingale. ‘He shot sixteen children in a primary school.’
‘They never found out why he did it, did they?’ said Willie. ‘Sometimes people just snap.’
‘Did he seem like the type who would snap?’ asked Nightingale.
Willie shook his head. ‘He was rock steady,’ he said. ‘Never lost his temper, never a cross word.’
‘Did you hear about the Satanic stuff?’
‘It was in the papers,’ said Tommo. ‘Didn’t he have a black magic thing in his barn?’
‘An altar,’ said Nightingale. ‘Yeah, that’s what they said. Do you hear much about devil-worship up this way?’
‘It’s a bit cold to be dancing around naked in the open,’ said Willie. ‘That’s what Satanists do, isn’t it?’
‘I think they can do it inside as well,’ said Nightingale.
‘Does anyone really believe in that these days?’ asked Tommo.
‘Some people do,’ said Nightingale.
‘What? A Devil with horns and a pitchfork?’
‘Maybe not horns and a pitchfork, but the Devil, sure.’
‘And why would the Devil want him to go out and shoot kids?’ asked Tommo.
‘He does move in mysterious ways, doesn’t he?’ said Willie.
‘I think that’s God, but I take your point,’ said Nightingale.
‘It’s becoming a sick world,’ said Tommo. ‘Maybe there is a Devil and maybe he’s behind a lot of what’s going on.’ He gestured at the television behind the bar. ‘Did you hear about that young girl that got taken in Southampton? That’s the work of the Devil, it has to be. Why would anyone abduct a nine-year-old girl?’
‘There’s a lot of sick people in the world, that’s for sure,’ said Nightingale.
‘I just hope she’s okay,’ said Willie.
14
Bella Harper wasn’t okay. She was far from okay. She was lying on a bed, curled up into a foetal ball and sobbing. Sitting next to her was Candice Matthews, Candy to her friends. Candy was twenty-five – her hair was blonde but unlike Bella’s it was dyed, dry and slightly frizzy. Her cheeks were peppered with old acne scars and her nails were bitten to the quick. ‘Please don’t cry, baby,’ she said, patting Bella on the shoulder.
‘I want to go home,’ sniffed Bella.
‘I know you do. But you can’t just now.’
‘I want my mum and dad.’
‘I know you do.’
‘They’ll tell the police and you’ll get into trouble.’
‘We won’t get into trouble, Bella. No one knows you’re here.’
Bella was wearing the clothes she’d had on at the mall. Skinny jeans and a Guess sweatshirt. That wasn’t what Eric wanted her to wear. Eric wanted her in one of the dresses he liked best. It was a princess dress he’d bought from the Disney store, all soft and flouncy with puffy sleeves. The dress was lying on the end of the bed. Eric always liked the girls to wear the princess dress on the first night. It was one of his ‘things’. Eric had a lot of ‘things’, and what Eric wanted Eric got.
Candy stroked Bella’s hair. ‘Just put the dress on, baby. It’s like a game.’
‘I don’t want to.’
‘Eric doesn’t want to hurt you.’
‘So let me go.’
‘He will do. But first he just wants to show you how much he likes you.’
‘He can show how much he likes me by letting me go home.’
‘Baby, he will do.’ She stroked Bella’s hair again. ‘He wouldn’t want you to stay here for ever, would he?’
Bella didn’t answer. She continued to sob softly.
‘Baby, you have to stop crying. Eric doesn’t like it if you cry. He’ll get angry and he’s not very nice when he’s angry. Do you understand?’
‘I want to go home.’
‘I know you do. And the quickest way for you to go home is to do what Eric wants. Just be nice to him.’
‘I don’t want to be nice to him.’
‘Then think of it as a game. You’ve played games, haven’t you? Fancy dress games. That’s all it is. You put on the dress and then you can go home.’
Bella rolled over and looked at Candy with tear-filled eyes. ‘Really?’
‘Of course,’ lied Candy.
‘If I put the dress on you’ll let me go home?’
‘Yes.’
Bella sat up and rubbed her eyes. ‘Okay.’
Candy smiled and patted the little girl on the arm. They always co-operated if you pressed the right buttons. Eric had taught her that. It was always easier if he stayed away during the first few hours. The girls always accepted the lies when they came from Candy. And by the time they realised that she was lying, it was too late.
Candy helped Bella remove her sweatshirt and jeans and put on the dress. ‘Wow, you look lovely, as lovely as a princess,’ said Candy. ‘Look in the mirror.’
There was a mirror on the door of the wardrobe and Bella looked at her reflection. She nodded. ‘It’s pretty.’
