Blue Murder (15 page)

*****

‘He went out like a light. Absolutely rat-arsed. He’s only fifteen,’ Janine finished telling Sarah as they sat lounging on the settees.

‘He’ll be fine.’

‘I worry – I’m his mother. Young lads and booze.’

‘They all do it. Probably won’t even have a hang over.’

Sarah cut some more cake for them each and settled back, shifting the cushion to get comfy. This dislodged a pile of Janine’s work, which slid off the couch and onto the floor. Gruesome photos of Matthew Tulley’s corpse uppermost.

‘Yeugh!’ Sarah scrabbled away from them.

‘Whoops!’

Eleanor, wrapping her present in the kitchen, heard the scream. ‘What?’ she shouted through the serving hatch, eager with excitement.

‘Nothing!’ Janine and Sarah spoke in unison.

‘Sorry,’ Janine mouthed and cleared up the folder, putting it in her briefcase. ‘Bedtime, Eleanor,’ she called out.

Sarah settled back and started playing with Janine ringtones, trying to find something tolerable. ‘So, the lovely Richard?’

‘Had to put him off.’ Janine shrugged. ‘I’d forgotten what it’s like. Someone enjoying your company.’

‘Ask him over for a drink. It’s not that late.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Why not?’

Janine dismissed the idea. ‘How are you anyway?’

‘Not brilliant,’ Sarah gave a rueful smile. ‘It’s my mum’s birthday, today,’ she paused. ‘Was. Fifty-nine.’

Janine nodded. She knew how hard Sarah had found the last couple of years since her mum’s death. There had been countless evenings when Sarah had come round, just needing to be with someone. Janine moved over and gave her a hug.

Sarah sat back. Lifted Janine’s phone again, scrolling through the directory. ‘Ring him.’

‘No,’ Janine protested.

‘Why not?’ Sarah found Richard’s entry and pressed call.

‘I’m not going to ring him!’

Sarah gave a wicked’ Handed the phone to Janine saying, ‘You just have.’

Janine bared her teeth at Sarah but continued to hold the phone.

‘Boss?’ Richard answered.

Janine rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘Boss’ to Sarah. ‘I wondered, if you still fancied … wanted a drink, you could always come round here. Taxi home?’

‘Yeah, I’d like that,’ he said. ‘Bout half-an-hour?’

She ran round like mad trying to sort the house out a bit and make herself presentable. When she heard him ring the doorbell she opened the door with a smile on her face – only to find a uniformed policeman there.

Janine scowled. He held out his ID for her. ‘Mrs Lewis? PC Durham. Michael Lewis your son?’

Janine nodded.

‘Sorry, I tried earlier. Michael was involved in an incident at the Trafford Centre yesterday.’

‘I know.’

The officer was surprised. ‘He told you?’

‘He didn’t want to report it.’ She was puzzled. If he hadn’t reported it why were they here?

‘The other lad did. The victim.’

Ah – a cock-up. She shook her head. ‘Michael was mugged,’ she said clearly. ‘They were trying to get his mobile. Someone’s got their wires crossed.’

‘If I could have a word with Michael.’ As if she was inventing. this. Bloody, cheek.

‘No. It’s late and he’s asleep.’ And the worse for wear. ‘You go back and get your facts straight and then you can talk to him.’

PC Durham gave her an ingratiating smile. ‘Now, Mrs Lewis …’ he began in a patronising tone.

‘Detective Chief Inspector Lewis, actually,’ she said curtly. ‘Good night.’

*****

Ferdie rang the mobile number that he’d been given while Colin watched. ‘Hiya,’ said Ferdie. ‘It’s about tomorrow – the delivery.’

‘Oh, right. Everything still okay?’

‘Cool. What time?’

‘Where are you?’

Ferdie gave him Colin’s address. ‘It’s under the fly over, a caravan.’

Colin glared at him.

‘Second one along once you reach the end of the lane.’

‘Yep. ‘Bout two?’

‘Right.’

‘And we’re still talking two grand?’

‘Yeah,’ said Ferdie. ‘Catch you then.’

‘Yep.’ He closed his phone. He felt edgy. Not surprising with all the grief the cops were giving him. Substantial bloody harassment, that’s what it was. Needed to chill out. Colin didn’t help, the duhbrain, acting like a condemned man all the time.

*****

Richard looked breathless when he arrived. For a moment she was amused, wondered at his eagerness. Then she clocked it – something had happened.

‘What?’

‘Just heard. We’ve got the knife.’

She threw back her head and raised her fists in a gesture of triumph. ‘Yes!’

Richard opened the bottle of wine he’d brought and poured himself a large glass. Janine filled her orange juice up and they went through into the lounge.

‘I’ll see the bloke who found it first thing, rough sleeper on the booze.’ He gave a grimace – might be waste of time. ‘And forensics will get back to us soon as they can confirm whether it’s our weapon and see if we can link it to any of our suspects. If Mr Vincent picks Ferdie Gibson out of the line-up …’ he speculated.

‘Why would Ferdie wait till now?’ She thought hard, turned to Richard. ‘Try this: Lesley Tulley gets someone else to do the deed but the clothes are washed at her house and she gets rid of the weapon.’

‘Motive?’

‘The someone was a lover? In go-faster stripes?’

Richard laughed. ‘Can you see her sleeping with Ferdie Gibson?’

He had a point. Would any woman sleep with Ferdie? ‘She hired him then. A lump sum, he gets his revenge.’ They both considered this for a moment. Janine pulled a face. ‘Would you trust Ferdie with a mission like that? And why? Why would Lesley kill Matthew?’

‘The other woman?’ Richard suggested.

‘We’ll get there. It’s a good enough team.’

‘Butchers is not exactly a bundle of joy.’

‘Not tonight he isn’t,’ she recalled the bollocking she’d given him when she was at the supermarket. ‘And Shap’s all mouth and trousers. Butchers is feeling the pressure, trial separation. You know what it’s like, people outside the job can’t relate.’

‘And people inside are married to it. You and Pete, Wendy and I …’

Janine shrugged. ‘We had a fair run at it – sixteen years.’

‘And now?’

‘The words skin and teeth come to mind. I couldn’t give it up though. Couldn’t pay the mortgage for a start, but I love it. I’m good at it.’ Her mind roamed back over the case. ‘What if Dean Hendrix was the lover boy?’

‘Twenty-two? Bit young for Mrs Tulley?’

‘Doesn’t matter – does it?’

She was suddenly aware of Richard’s eyes on her, a sense of intimacy that she hadn’t been aware of before. She returned his gaze. He had nice eyes, bright, knowing.

*****

Lesley watched as the flames took hold, the smoke blew towards her and made her eyes water. Oh, Matthew. Such a romantic. He had bombarded her with flowers and gifts in the two weeks after their very first meeting. She’d noticed him in the cafe bar, sitting alone, drinking coffee. She with two friends getting ready for a night on the town. He’d looked her way several times and not even bothered to glance away when she looked back.

He went to the bar and spoke to the waiter, handed over a credit card. She thought he was leaving but he returned to his seat. Billie Holliday singing soft, breathy blues in the background. Minutes later a bottle of champagne arrived at her table. A note:
love at first sight – Matthew
.

Her friends exploded with laughter. She blushed furiously, watched him raise his coffee cup in salutation. They popped the cork. Her friends called him over to join them. He pulled a chair up.

‘Do you do this often?’ Hilary joked.

‘Never,’ he said seriously.

‘Well, Matthew, meet Lesley.’

He shook hands. When he held hers she felt warmth; long, smooth fingers. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her. The drink made her giddy. He invited them all for a meal, his treat and no strings attached he said. Which they all found hilariously funny though Lesley didn’t know why.

‘We were going dancing,’ said Lesley.

‘Not till later,’ said Hilary.

‘That’s agreed then. Have you heard of The Glade?’

They were first year students, new to the city. When they looked blank he said it was the place to eat in Liverpool. The meal was exquisite, the prices outrageous. Matthew encouraged them to talk, kept ordering more wine. He said little about himself but told them something of the town. Lesley thought he was wonderful. Relaxed and attentive. An older man, nothing like the overgrown schoolboys she had lectures with. After coffee the others went to the Ladies; a fairly obvious ploy to leave her alone with him.

‘When can I see you again?’ he said.

‘You could come dancing,’ she replied.

‘Not really my scene. Tomorrow?’

She laughed.

‘Are you busy?’

She shook her head.

‘Tomorrow then. I’ll pick you up.’

She hesitated. Better to meet somewhere in town. Being cautious as a matter of course rather than anything else. ‘I’ll meet you at that bar again.’

He smiled, a beautiful smile, long curving lips, even white teeth. He was lovely. He reached across and took her hand in his. ‘Yes. Seven-thirty.’ He was looking at her mouth. She felt a ripple of excitement, a flutter between her legs and in her stomach, tingling in her breasts. The song had changed,
Cry Me A River
. Poignant and melodic. For a minute she thought about giving in. Leaving the girls and going with him. Now. Soon. But he might think her easy then.

She squeezed his hand. ‘Seven-thirty.’

He found out where she lived, anyway. Asked Hilary on the quiet so he could surprise her. Flowers arrived the next morning. A huge bouquet. She filled two vases and a wine carafe. A card:
my love, Matthew
. She felt dizzy and happy and restless. She couldn’t think about anything else. She thought she was falling in love.

‘Lesley! What are you doing?’ Emma, back from her flat, came out into the back garden where Lesley watched the bonfire.

Lesley coughed, the smoke was unpleasant, the burning plastic smelt toxic. She looked at the video cases, the curled and blackened cassettes twisting and melting.

‘Memories, Emma … I can’t bear it …’ Lesley broke down.

‘What are they? I don’t think you should be …’

‘Holidays. We were going again, Singapore, for Easter. And now …’

‘Oh, Lesley,’ Emma embraced her and coaxed her inside.

*****

Jade turned round and the thing was chasing after her but when she tried to run her legs wouldn’t work. It was like they’d lost their bones. She tried harder and harder but she couldn’t move and it was just behind her … just … no!

Jade woke up. He legs were wrapped tightly in the sheet like an Egyptian Mummy. The sheet was wet. She shuddered. They’d gone to see the Mummies at the Manchester Museum for their topic. They were all tiny and looked like brown paper with bones sticking up.

She wriggled free and slid out of bed. She pulled the sheet and cover off and took them to the wash basket. She put some water in the basin then pulled off her night-dress and wiped the flannel over her belly and her legs to get the wee off. She rubbed herself dry. Back in her room she put on a t-shirt and knickers then got a sheet and blanket from the box in Mam’s room.

‘What is it, Jade?’ Mam sounded croaky like a frog.

‘I wet the bed and I had a scary dream, a nightmare.’

Mam groaned.

‘But I can change the bed.’

‘Kay.

She put the sheet on and tucked it in a bit and pulled the blanket over her. She didn’t feel sleepy. She said some Hail Marys, that sometimes made her sleepy but it didn’t work. Then she tried her eight times table.

*****

‘So you’ve not met anyone – since …?’ Richard asked.

‘Give us a chance. Kids and work, work and kids. The job itself isn’t exactly a turn on.’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ he said intently.

Janine wasn’t sure what he meant. He was attractive, no denying it, his mouth, his eyes, the way he made her laugh. But she was six months pregnant. She spoke to mask her bewilderment, blethering on. ‘That reaction you get at parties? Like you’ve just confessed to drowning kittens.’

Richard moved closer. ‘Remember Hendon?’

She giggled.

‘That night. I wish …’

She interrupted. Not wanting him to say anything he’d regret. ‘Richard, I …’

‘Mum?’ Eleanor came in and the two of them sprang apart. She pulled Eleanor onto her knee. ‘This is Richard, from work. You won’t remember him.’

‘What’s that manky smell?’ Eleanor frowned. ‘You’re wearing perfume,’ she accused her mother.

Janine smiled inanely.

Eleanor scrutinised her. ‘And eyeliner.’

‘Let’s get you back to bed.’

Richard got to his feet. ‘I’ll, erm – phone a …’ he nodded.

Five minutes later the taxi horn sounded outside. Janine saw him out. She felt ridiculous, she must have misread the situation. She smiled at him, feeling brittle, nodded goodnight.

Richard stepped away then turned back to her, put one hand on her shoulder, bent a little. A friendly peck on the cheek. His eyes warm and bright, lingered on her face. She smiled. He bowed a little, she tipped her head and he went. Leaving her feeling warm and fuzzy and completely confused.

Tom sounded a bit wheezy, Janine watched him as he ate a bowl of cereal. He looked well enough and he hadn’t said anything. Was she just fussing? It would be a nightmare if he had to stay off.

She had roped in her mum and dad to have them before school and to drop Eleanor and Tom there. Michael made his own way to high school. But if they had to mind Tom all day …

He noticed her eyes on him and beamed. She smiled back. He was fine. Don’t go looking for extra problems, she admonished herself, you’ve enough on. She heard the mail arrive and went to pick it up. Bills, offers of a platinum card and a home loan, a letter.
Parents of Michael Lewis
. She ripped it open. Read the contents with mounting dismay.