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Jessica Daniel: Think of the Children / Playing with Fire / Thicker Than Water
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Текст книги "Jessica Daniel: Think of the Children / Playing with Fire / Thicker Than Water"


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‘He’s really dead?’ Eleanor said, cradling a mug of tea exactly as she had the last time Jessica had visited.

‘Yes he is.’

‘Did you see him?’

‘Yes.’

Eleanor paused for a moment, thinking, then she smiled. ‘I saw it in the papers and heard it on the news but he was just one of those guys you think can’t die. I know it sounds mad.’

Jessica understood what she meant. ‘I’ve got one other thing I need to ask,’ she said.

‘Okay.’

‘When you and Kayleigh left Nicholas’s casino, which of you suggested that you needed a way out?’

Eleanor scratched her head, narrowing her eyes. ‘Why?’

‘It might be important.’

‘I don’t know, maybe me?’

‘Really? Think about it. Did Kayleigh come to you to ask for help getting away, or did you see she was in trouble?’

‘I suppose I knew she was in trouble, so I suggested we left.’

‘And it was your suggestion to give her money to pay off the debts?’

Eleanor shook her head. ‘I don’t remember. It might have been the type of thing where she said she still owed him money, so I offered.’

‘But it was her telling you she was in trouble that made you offer?’

‘I suppose . . . but it was my idea after that.’

Jessica knew the key to getting your own way was to make the other person do what you wanted, all the time thinking everything was their idea. She didn’t point out that suspicion but could not stop thinking about what Eleanor had told her the last time she was there.

. . . With the customers and men, he’d break your bones – or get one of his men to. He’d hurt you, or threaten to hurt you to make you pay. With us women . . .

Jessica asked the only question she needed the answer to: ‘Could she have been pregnant?’

Eleanor sounded shocked. Evidently the idea had never crossed her mind. ‘Kayleigh?’

‘It sounds as if everything happened pretty suddenly.’

‘It did but . . .’

‘How often did you see her in the year or so after you left the casino?’

Jessica could see the pieces falling into place as Eleanor took her time before responding. ‘Not much. We stayed friends but it was usually through letters. We met a few times but not that often.’

Jessica nodded and stood to leave before Eleanor asked the obvious question. ‘If she was pregnant, where’s the baby now?’





30

As Garry Ashford held the lift door open for Jessica, she told him her one demand. ‘Keep that Ian guy away from me because if he looks me up and down, even from a distance, I might just punch him repeatedly until his stupid face is no longer shiny.’

‘I would pay to see that,’ Garry replied.

Jessica didn’t smile, raising her eyebrows to tell him she was serious.

‘All right, fine,’ he conceded. ‘But he does work here and you don’t.’

‘I’m on official police business.’

‘Really?’

‘Officially unofficial. Either way, keep him away from me.’

As they emerged onto the main floor of the Manchester Morning Herald’s newsroom/bomb site, Garry led Jessica around the edge, telling her to wait in an office. Five minutes later, he returned to say Ian had been dispatched to an address on the far side of the city ‘that may or may not exist’ to interview a woman ‘who also may or may not exist’.

‘Either way,’ he added, ‘you’ve probably got an hour and a half before he gets back.’

Garry showed Jessica to a store room at the farthest end of the floor. At first, she thought it was packed with junk, but her heart sank as he announced this was the paper’s official archive.

The room smelled of wet shoes and the brown colour of the stacks of newspapers seemed to have somehow seeped into the dull, faded yellow walls. A fan whizzed overhead but the sound was more of an annoyance than the breeze was a help. Everywhere Jessica looked, there were either unlabelled boxes, heaps of papers, or tables piled on top of each other. It was the sort of place you ended up visiting when someone had died three months previously and no one had noticed.

‘Are you going to help?’ Jessica asked.

‘I’m pretty busy.’

‘I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.’

‘Haven’t we done this before?’

Jessica grinned as she had been thinking the same. ‘Not quite, I’m only after one thing, I even have a roughish date for you. I can call you my sidekick if you like?’

Garry cracked: ‘It could be anywhere – and that’s if we even have the correct issues. This place isn’t complete, it’s just what moved with us when we switched floors.’

‘All the more reason for you to help . . .’

He rolled his eyes but Jessica knew he was going to give in, offering him her most girly ‘thank you’.

After Garry returned from delegating work, she told him exactly what she was after and they began checking through the piles. Some were in date order, others had seemingly been stacked on whatever surface was closest. Jessica instantly discounted anything that looked too new, trying to be careful not to make too much of a mess. Within fifteen minutes, Garry had identified a heap of around two hundred papers from the relevant time period. Jessica helped him clear a space on the floor and they sat opposite each other, flicking through them one at a time.

‘This is a bit like a fort I built when I was a kid,’ Garry said.

Jessica was sitting cross-legged but looked up at the newspapers towering above her, the gap they had created just wide enough for one person to fit through.

‘How old are you?’

Jessica took a newspaper from the stack and scanned the front page before turning inside. Although she was fairly sure the story she was looking for would be on a front page, she didn’t want to take the chance and have to check everything again. Garry was flicking through another issue, skimming his hand along each page before turning.

Not looking up, Jessica spoke softly. ‘Can I tell you something?’

‘I guess . . .’

He didn’t sound sure.

‘Dave told me he loved me.’

Garry stopped, holding the paper open as Jessica felt him staring at her. She continued skimming, not looking up.

‘Dave Rowlands?’

‘Yeah, your mate.’

It had been a point of contention between them that Dave had been Garry’s source for a series of stories a few years before. The journalist had never officially told her that they had been friends but Jessica had dug into their university records to discover the pair of them – plus Hugo – were all students together.

‘I suppose it took him long enough.’

‘You knew?’

Garry took another paper from the pile and opened it. ‘Everyone he hung around with knew.’

Jessica thought of the looks between Dave and Izzy and the way Chloe had questioned her the previous Christmas over whether they had ever had a relationship.

‘Everyone?’

‘Everyone.’

It was Garry’s turn to keep his eyes to the floor as Jessica stared at him. He had a large grin on his face as he continued to look through the paper. ‘What’s so funny?’

‘Like I said: I’m surprised it took him this long.’

Jessica felt confused. To her, the constable had always been a mate, someone she would joke around with, take the mickey out of, and go out for a pint with. She had never seen him as anything more.

‘What do you mean?’ she asked.

Garry stopped and looked at her. ‘It’s always been you, Jess. Even when we’d be in the pub, he would be going on about work, but it was only ever you, not the job. At first it was “She’s given me all this stuff to do”, then it was “She’s always off doing her own thing” and then, gradually, it became “She’s the only one who bloody does anything” and so on.’

Jessica was too shocked to speak because she could suddenly see it too. She could remember a boy at primary school whom she had spent three years tormenting – but the only reason she had done it was because she liked him. At that age, there was never anything serious in it. To an adult, she could see it was different. For her, winding Dave up was a part of friendship, for him it was clearly more.

‘I never knew . . .’

Garry put the paper aside and picked up another. He sounded more serious when he spoke again. ‘You shouldn’t hold it against him if you don’t feel the same. He’s a good guy.’

Jessica said nothing, not knowing how to reply, turning her attention back to the paper in front of her before reaching for another.

‘Do you remember a few years ago,’ Garry went on. ‘You were in trouble at work and I wrote that profile piece that ended up getting you off the hook?’

‘You did all right out of that too,’ Jessica pointed out. Garry’s byline had been everywhere and he ultimately got a promotion from it.

‘Who do you think asked me to write that?’ Garry replied.

They both reached for a new paper at the same time, watching each other. Garry clearly saw what she was thinking and fell silent. Jessica didn’t want to respond.

With the two of them working quickly and the papers stacked in something approaching a logical order, she was surprised by how easily they found what she was after. The enormous photograph on the front page helped, Jessica noticing it upside down as Garry took it from the pile.

‘That’s it,’ she said, dropping what was in her hand. She shuffled around until she was sitting next to him on the floor. The date of the paper was just under seven months after Kayleigh and Eleanor had left the casino.

They read the article together before Garry turned inside. ‘Is that who you’re after?’ he asked, reaching the end.

‘I suppose so.’

‘“The Casino Kid”,’ Garry said, reading the headline. When Jessica didn’t respond, he asked the question she already knew the answer to. ‘Who would leave a newborn baby outside a casino?’

Jessica thought of her own circumstances, wondering how she might act if her suspicion turned out to be true. ‘Someone who didn’t want to get pregnant in the first place.’

‘I wonder what they called the baby,’ he continued, although Jessica had a pretty good idea.

She stood gingerly, paper in hand, trying not to complain about the ache in her back.

‘Have you got what you need?’ he asked.

‘Yes and I found out one of the things I couldn’t figure out – how he knew who his father was. The place where he was left was enough for him to eventually put two and two together.’

Garry seemed confused but he knew Jessica wouldn’t give him specifics. As she headed for the door, he called one final question after her: ‘Are you going to let him down gently?’

For a moment, Jessica thought he was talking about their killer, but then she remembered there was more than one bloke she had to deal with.





31

Jessica took a deep breath, feeling as nervous as she ever had.

‘Are you all right?’ Cole asked.

Jessica tried to act calmer than she felt. ‘I’m fine.’

She didn’t know exactly why she was so on edge but she suspected it was because of the secret she had told DCI Diamond and what it could mean. She had tried her best to convince herself that it was simply tiredness or illness.

Maybe it was.

‘We’ve got other people who can do this,’ the chief inspector added.

Jessica thought of Adam and hesitated for a moment before responding. ‘I’m fine.’

He didn’t seem convinced, but Cole nodded, turning his attention to Rowlands. ‘And you?’

‘I’m fine,’ Dave said. ‘We go in, tell him “You’re nicked, son”, then come back out and go for a pint. Easy.’

Jessica was hoping it would be that simple, even though the voice in the back of her mind was telling her something would go wrong.

Cole stepped away from them, indicating the van parked across the street. ‘We can hear everything going on. If you need help, just say the word.’

Jessica and Rowlands both nodded.

‘If your guy’s on the front desk, grab him and go. Don’t get the others involved. We’ve got the back covered, we all know the floor plan.’ After one final look, he added: ‘Okay, let’s do it.’

He walked back towards the van as Jessica and Rowlands made for the door of the gentlemen’s club. Dave placed his hand over the hidden microphone under his shirt, gripping it tightly. He nodded towards Jessica, who reluctantly followed his lead by covering the one clipped to her bra.

‘I’m sorry for what I said to you at the school,’ the constable whispered.

‘It’s fine.’

‘Obviously it’s not. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks.’

Jessica released the microphone, letting him know the conversation was over. She clenched her teeth tightly, thinking of the reason she had volunteered to make the arrest. It wasn’t so she could take the credit, simply as she had explained to Cole that she thought he might come quietly if they went in softly. If he didn’t, they could take the harder approach.

‘Did they get what we needed from his flat?’ Rowlands asked, letting go of his own microphone.

‘More than we hoped for.’

‘So you were right?’

Jessica didn’t reply, striding to the front door and pushing it open. Rowlands followed into the club that used to belong to Nicholas Long to see the man they were looking for standing in front of them, stacking glasses behind the newly installed bar.

The constable edged towards the serving hatch to the right.

‘Hello, Scott,’ Jessica said softly but firmly.

He seemed confused but put down the glass. ‘Liam and Nicky are out back,’ he replied, barely acknowledging them.

‘It’s you we wanted to talk to actually.’

Scott stared at her but Jessica could see in his eyes that he knew the game was up. He glanced from one officer to the other, holding his hands out to his side, palms facing towards them.

‘How did you know?’ he asked quietly, eyes flicking between them.

‘We’ve been to your flat.’

Scott spoke gently, as if mindful of alerting anyone else. Jessica wondered how Nicky might take it if he knew the man who killed his father had been working a few metres away from him.

‘Do you want me to come with you?’

‘Yes please.’

Scott began to lower his arms slowly as Rowlands moved closer to the hatch. In a moment that seemed to take both a millisecond and an hour, Jessica knew what was going to happen; the clues had been there all along. Cole had told her the Serious Crime Division had been looking to pin illegal weapon possession on Nicholas but had never managed it.

Liam’s words from days ago raced through her mind and she realised he had been trying to warn her what was going on without deliberately betraying his boss.

. . . He has different ideas, dangerous ideas. His dad knew what to leave at home and what to bring here . . .

Scott reached under the bar quicker than Dave could move and pulled out a sawn-off shotgun, bringing it to eye level to cover the constable. Rowlands stopped moving, holding his hands up in surrender.

Everything happened in slow motion, Scott slowly turning the gun around until it was pointing at her, as Dave spoke clearly: ‘He’s got a gun.’

It was for the benefit of the officers listening outside but Scott’s face screwed up in confusion.

With the weapon facing away from him, Rowlands took a half-step forward but Jessica knew he had misjudged the situation. Before she could say anything, it was too late. Scott swung around, pointed the gun at the constable’s chest, and pulled the trigger.





32

EARLIER THAT DAY

After finding out almost everything she needed, Jessica phoned Cole to tell him what she knew, asking him to set the wheels in motion for a warrant. They only had circumstantial evidence but it would probably be enough. Before that, she had one final person to visit, although she had to be quick.

Liam was stunned as he opened his front door to see Jessica standing there. She had been surprised to find he lived a few streets away from where the disturbances had been nights earlier. A large clean-up had been in force in the days since she had last been to Moss Side and there was now no trace of the burned-out cars.

‘Can I come in?’ Jessica asked as Liam eyed her partly out of suspicion but largely out of confusion.

He didn’t speak for a few moments, instead tilting his head as if he would somehow be able to understand her true motive that way. Eventually, he waved her in before poking his head out of the front door to have a look around. She guessed cooperating with the police wasn’t the most popular of choices in this particular area.

Jessica walked through to a kitchen that was so clean, she automatically assumed someone else lived there. It was only when she asked him if they were alone that he told her he lived by himself. She sat on a stool next to a table in the centre of the room that was so tall her feet couldn’t touch the floor, leaving her uncomfortable and unbalanced.

Liam didn’t bother to sit, pacing from one side of the kitchen to the other. ‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he said.

‘You didn’t have to let me in.’

‘I didn’t know what you were here for. It’s safer to talk indoors than it is to be seen with one of you out there.’

‘Why do you think I’m here?’

Jessica didn’t think he would answer but figured it was worth a try. She guessed he could probably reveal any number of things if he wanted to.

He said nothing, stopping pacing to lean against a counter top. ‘I’ve got to go to work soon.’

‘Where were you on the night Nicholas Long died?’ Jessica asked.

She saw his nose twitch but his reply was almost instant. ‘I was playing computer games with Scott.’

‘At whose house?’

‘His. I told you that.’

‘What games did you play?’

Liam shook his head, breathing loudly. ‘Football probably.’

‘Which team did you play as?’

‘I don’t know, different ones. What does it matter?’

He wasn’t getting flustered by the questions but was certainly struggling not to raise his voice, even though she doubted it would sound any more menacing because of how high-pitched it was.

‘I spent this morning going through CCTV footage,’ Jessica lied. ‘It’s taken us ages because there’s hardly any around but considering you left together – and spent the early hours of the morning together – it’s pretty strange there’s footage of each of you going your separate ways.’

Liam didn’t speak, drumming his fingers on the counter. Jessica resisted the urge to look towards the knife rack she had seen on the way in, even though it was closer to her than him, desperate to trust her instincts.

‘I don’t believe you,’ he said eventually, although he didn’t sound so sure.

‘I can take you to the station and show you if you’d prefer?’

She knew she had him when his eyes flickered towards the back door. As quickly as they had shifted, they moved back to her. Liam’s voice was shaking as he finally replied. ‘It’s not what you think.’

‘What do I think?’

Liam’s eyes continued darting from side to side. Jessica could see his grip on the counter hardening, the muscles in his shoulders rippling through his shirt.

‘I didn’t kill him.’

‘I never said you did.’

Liam paused, not knowing if he should believe her. ‘I . . . can’t tell you.’

Jessica hadn’t known for certain Liam’s alibi had been made up but she had suspected it ever since things began to fall into place.

‘Maybe you should try me?’

Liam’s upper arms were beginning to shake but Jessica felt a calmness, unthreatened despite his size. ‘You wouldn’t understand what it’s like,’ he said. ‘It’s not easy being like this when you’re supposed to be a tough guy.’

Jessica was initially confused, thinking he meant his size. When he realised she didn’t get it, Liam pushed himself up from the unit, picking up a tea towel from a cupboard handle and beginning to dry up. Jessica turned to look at him but he was deliberately facing the other way.

‘There’s this old public toilet block on my way home,’ he said. ‘I walk back after work most evenings and it’s at that time of night when hardly anyone is around.’

He reached to place a mug onto a shelf above him.

‘And that’s where you were that night?’

‘Yes.’

‘Does Scott know about what you do there?’

‘Yes.’

‘So why did he insist you were with him?’

Liam turned to face her, holding a second mug in one hand and the tea towel in the other. ‘Because I asked him to. He’s not going to get into trouble, is he?’

Jessica didn’t know what to say. Liam not wanting his friend to get into trouble was admirable as she realised how clever Scott had been.

It was still circumstantial but with the theory that Kayleigh was pregnant with Nicholas’s baby – however willing or not she had been in the process – the thought had occurred to Jessica that perhaps there was another son out there.

That hadn’t given her all of the answers but because Kayleigh had never registered a child, Jessica guessed it must have been given up or left somewhere anonymously. As Izzy checked the adoption records, Jessica went through the newspaper archives with Garry, assuming one of them would find something.

She wouldn’t have discovered any of that had it not been for the initial idea which led her to Kenneth. When she had seen Nicky’s gums bleeding, Jessica realised it was the third time she had seen blood in the club. Nicholas had had a nosebleed – but Scott had been sucking his finger on the very first occasion she had visited the place, throwing a reddened tissue in the bin as he tried to stop the cut bleeding. As they left, his finger was still in his mouth, the blood flow refusing to stop.

Kenneth’s explanation for why the bleeding could run in the family wasn’t proof of anything but Jessica couldn’t think past Scott being Kayleigh and Nicholas’s child – even if he had an alibi for everything.

Of course, as with his mother, Scott knew that if you wanted someone to do something for you, the best way was to ensure they thought it was their own idea.

Liam had made it easy because he’d told Scott the secret about what he got up to in the public toilets after hours. Scott just had to bide his time until an evening where Nicholas was particularly drunk and then he could act, safe in the knowledge that when Liam saw what had happened the following day, he would contact him in a panic knowing he didn’t have an alibi.

Scott had ensured he had a reason why he couldn’t be the killer and hadn’t even needed to ask.

When Jessica didn’t reply, Liam repeated his question with more edge to his voice. ‘He’s not going to get into trouble, is he? It wasn’t Scott’s idea. I should be the one in trouble.’

‘He won’t get in trouble for this,’ Jessica replied.

Liam didn’t realise the specific meaning of what she’d said; the possibility that Scott could be involved in Nicholas’s murder seemingly hadn’t occurred to him.

He put the mug on the shelf and placed the tea towel on the draining board. ‘I know you have no reason to believe me but it is the truth. I wouldn’t have hurt Nicholas, I promise.’

Jessica started to move towards the door.

‘Is that it?’ Liam asked, surprised.

‘Yes, but I might need to come by the club later. Are you all going to be there?’

‘I suppose so, I’m opening up.’

‘What time will you be there until?’

‘Probably one in the morning or so.’

‘Everyone? You, Scott, Nicky and the girls?’

‘Yes.’

Jessica reached into her pocket and took out a business card, flipping it over and taking out a pen to write her mobile number on it. ‘If any staff member leaves, let me know.’

‘Nicky?’

Jessica said nothing but she could understand why he thought that. ‘Anyone,’ she repeated.

She walked quickly towards the front door. As her hand closed around the handle Liam spoke quietly. ‘Just remember everything I told you at the club,’ he said.

Jessica didn’t know exactly what he meant but, as her phone began to ring, she knew it would be Cole to say the warrant had been granted.


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