Cold Kill (32 page)

Emma looked at him, her eyes ringed red now, a tremble to her chin. ‘It’s beginning to feel like I did.’

‘Tell me,’ he said. ‘I don’t have to quote you.’

Emma thought about that for a few seconds. ‘You’ve got nice eyes,’ she said. ‘You can tell what a man is like by his eyes.’ She gestured towards a sofa. ‘Sit down please.’

Jack tried not to look at where he was sitting, knowing that a coat of dog hairs was about to attach itself to his back. ‘So you know Don Roberts, and Mike Corley?’

Emma’s hand went to the glass of cider on the floor. She took a drink, her hand shaking, and as she sat the glass in her lap, a tear ran down her cheek. ‘There is a connection, and I suppose I’m it,’ she said.

‘How do you know them both?’

Emma’s eyelids fluttered with nerves, and then she slumped back in her chair and used a grubby palm to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

‘It was thirty-five years ago,’ she said, and then looked down at herself. ‘Look at me now. A mess, I know that, but it wasn’t always like this. Nineteen seventy-six. I still remember the year.’ She poured some more cider into the glass and took a long drink. ‘Mike Corley and Don Roberts. They used to work in a club in town.’

‘What, together?’

She nodded. ‘Not for long though.’

‘Are you sure about this?’

Emma’s hand started to shake again, and Jack had to lean forward quickly to stop her from dropping the glass.

‘What is it?’ he said. ‘Tell me about the club.’

Emma looked down when she spoke, her lank hair falling over her face. ‘It was a disco club,’ she said. ‘Manero’s. I used to go there. Don worked the door. Mike was a barman. They were just boys really.’ She shrugged. ‘Disco music. The owner was just trying to cash in, but the club was rubbish. It wasn’t only about having a turntable and speakers, and Manero’s was just another cellar bar with a sound system.’

‘I remember it,’ Jack said. ‘I don’t remember it as Manero’s, but I know that it seemed to change its name every few years. What was it? The New Lounge, and then Mountbattens.’

Emma’s mood lightened. ‘And Golden Gloves, then Roots, and Kiss. Every time the trade went quiet, they just re-upholstered the seats and changed the name.’

‘I remember it when it was Kiss,’ he said. ‘I went there a few times. A bit dingy, if I recall.’

‘But it was all Blackley had at the time, and I wanted to go,’ she said. ‘All my friends were into punk, but punk didn’t do it for me. I wanted to dance, so I’d practise in my room. I started to go to Manero’s because it was the only place where I could hear the music I liked and dance.’

‘How old were you?’

‘Fifteen, but I looked older. I was tall, and had grown up early, if you know what I mean. And the club couldn’t afford to turn me away, even if I didn’t buy more than a couple of Cokes. It was licensing, you see. They had to stay open during the week, and so I used to sneak out on school nights, when it was quiet and they weren’t bothered about asking your age. One of my friends used to come with me at first, but her parents found out and stopped her. But I carried on going.’

‘So did you know Don and Mike before you started going to Manero’s?’ Jack said.

Emma shook her head. ‘Don was only young, but he was mouthy and a fighter. He had long hair back then, and a moustache, and he thought he was some real catch.’ She laughed, but it was bitter, not nostalgic. ‘The problem was that I fell for him.’

‘Did you ever go out with him?’

Tears trickled onto her cheek again.

‘I wanted to, but I was under age. I don’t know when he found out my age, whether it was before or after it happened.’

‘What happened?’

Emma looked down at her lap, and then around her room, as if she was suddenly seeing how her life had ended up, so different from the promise she’d had as a young girl just wanting to dance to disco music.

‘It doesn’t matter now,’ she said. ‘It was so long ago.’

Jack leaned forward. ‘It matters now. You called me, remember, and so you must think about it, even now.’

The tears were coming in floods now. ‘I think about it all the time.’

‘So tell me,’ he said. ‘Don’s daughter has been killed, and Mike’s. What you know might be important.’ She nodded and wiped away her tears. ‘Tell me about Don.’

‘It wasn’t just Don. It was Mike as well.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Okay, this is what happened. I was in there one night, just dancing, enjoying myself, but it was quiet. It was always quiet, but that night there were only two other people in there. Mike worked on the bar, just a student, and I think that night my drinks got spiked, because I only ever drank Coke.’ She looked towards her glass. ‘Times change, I suppose, but I didn’t go out then to get drunk. I went out to dance. That night was different though. I felt a buzz, like I was queen of the club or something, really pumped, getting into the music, but then later on I felt dizzy, and then ill. I was sick in the toilets.’ She looked up at the ceiling, biting her lip, but she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. ‘I can remember Don carrying me. He was strong. He took me upstairs, to the owner’s office. I thought he was just looking after me, but,’ and she shrugged, ‘it became more than that.’ Emma looked at Jack, her eyes wide, appealing for understanding. ‘You know what it’s like when you’re really out of it. You know what’s going on but you can’t stop it, because all you want to do is lie down and be left alone.’

Jack could tell which way her story was going, and he felt a growl of anger. He could see the hurt in her eyes, even after all these years. ‘That doesn’t mean you wanted it to happen,’ he said.

Emma took a drink of cider, and the shake to her hand was stronger than before. When she had taken a few large sips, she put the glass down on the floor and carried on talking. ‘Don undressed me. I tried to fight it at first, but he was too strong, and then I was naked on the floor. There was a couch in there. The room smelled of dope, and I could guess what usually went on. Don lifted me onto the couch. I remember kicking and pushing him, but he just laughed. He pawed me and groped me and did things that no one else had ever done to me, and I was trying to get him off me, crying, but I couldn’t. He made me do things to him, but I didn’t want to. I was only fifteen and didn’t know what to do, but he made me do it anyway. I gagged on him, and then Mike came in.’ She shook her head. ‘I should have fought more, shouted louder. Perhaps it looked like I didn’t mind, or I wanted it, but I didn’t. And Mike, well, he just joined in. Someone turned off the light, and I was face down, held down. Then I felt a pain, down there, and I knew that one of them was having sex with me. Then the other one. They both had sex with me, and I couldn’t stop them.’

‘You were raped,’ Jack said.

Emma nodded slowly. ‘What could I do?’ she said. ‘I was fifteen, drunk in a nightclub, having sex with two men.’

‘That doesn’t matter,’ Jack said. ‘You were raped, Emma.’

‘But I couldn’t go home and tell anyone about it, could I? I knew what they would have thought. Things were different then. I was a drunk, silly little girl, out of my depth.’

‘No, you were a child, being abused by two adults.’

‘That’s what Simon said.’ When Jack looked confused, she added, ‘He’s a friend. I tell him things.’

‘How do you know him?’

‘He’s a policeman. He came round one day, to see if I was getting any trouble from the local kids.’

Jack felt a creeping sense of unease. ‘And you’re sure he’s a policeman? What’s his second name?’

‘I’ve seen him in his uniform, although a lot of the time he works in plainclothes,’ she said. ‘Simon Abbott. He was here this morning. He went to the shop for me.’

‘What do you know about him?’

‘Not too much,’ she said. ‘He doesn’t tell me much about himself. He just seems to like sitting with me. We watch television together, or he asks me about my life, as if he’s really interested. We even talk about Don Roberts sometimes, because of his bully boys around here. Simon told me not to pay him, because we should stand up to people like him, that I shouldn’t give in a second time.’

‘Is Simon the only person you’ve ever told?’

Emma nodded.

‘And is that all he is, a friend?’

Jack saw the first trace of a smile, but it was slow coming.

‘I’m too old for him. I mean, look at me,’ she said. ‘Anyway, he’s a policeman, and so he understands these things.’ She waved her hand. ‘Don and Mike would have got away with it even if I’d told someone. They knew afterwards that I was a virgin. There was blood, and I was hurting, but they just put some money in my hand and put me in a taxi.’

‘Did you tell anyone else at the time?’

Emma shook her head.

Jack drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa. Emma was the connection, the emails had told him that, but now he was hearing the story first-hand, he struggled to rein in his impatience. ‘Are you sure you’ve told no one?’

Emma shook her head, and then she said. ‘No one. Not even when I was pregnant.’

Jack was surprised at that. ‘Pregnant? Which one made you pregnant?’

She shrugged again. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Did you have the baby?’

She nodded, slowly and tearfully. ‘Don told me to get rid of it, not to tell anyone, but I couldn’t do it. I was fifteen. How would I know what to do?’

‘And what did Mike say?’

‘I don’t think he knew what to say. He was just scared.’

‘What about your parents?’

‘I didn’t tell them until it was too late, and when I did, I told them that it was a boy at a party, and I wouldn’t tell them his name to keep him out of trouble. They sent me away to have the baby, so that no one would know, and I gave him up, just like that,’ and she clicked her fingers.

‘What happened to him?’ Jack said.

‘I tracked him down once, because he was given to a family friend, a couple who wanted more children. They adopted him, and my parents made me sign the papers. They said it was best that way, even gave me money, but how could it be right if he wasn’t with his mother? I tried to find him, and I did, I went to their house, but they wouldn’t let me see him. They told me they would have my parents arrested if I went there again, for making me sell my baby. And so I stayed away. I gave up my baby a second time.’

‘Have you ever seen him?’

‘Not since they took him from me when he was born. I didn’t even get the chance to hold him. They told me to just forget about him, but how do you do that? He was my baby. I was nothing more than a child myself, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. You think you’re going to get better, but then things remind you and it comes at you like a train. His birthday. A baby in blue. That Hot Chocolate song. ‘So You Win Again’. It was number one when he was born, and all I could think of was my old school friends hanging out and listening to punk records, and there I was, having a baby, sixteen by then.’

‘Did Don Roberts or Mike Corley ever find out that there had been no abortion?’

Emma shook her head. ‘It was as if it had never happened. Manero’s changed its name. Mike left Blackley to go to college, and I didn’t see him again until he came back to join the police. And Don carried on working the doors.’

‘So no one knows, apart from your family, and his adopted family?’

‘And Simon, my friend,’ she said.

Simon again.

‘How did he take it?’

‘He seemed to be as upset as I was, but friends are like that, I suppose. They share your pain.’

Jack’s fingers tapped on his knee. He thought of what Emma had just said, and knew that Laura needed to know. It seemed more important than Dolby knowing, because when Jack thought of what had happened to Laura, and how it could have been worse, it seemed more than just a story.

‘I hated them for what they did to me,’ Emma said, interrupting his thoughts, ‘but I feel sorry for them now, and especially the girls.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Think about it,’ Emma said. ‘I don’t know which of them was the father of my child, but one of them was, and so one of those poor dead girls was my son’s sister, if you think about it, and so they were sort of connected to me.’

‘What is Simon like?’

‘Oh, he’s kind and thoughtful.’

‘No, what does he look like?’ The question came out too forcefully, and Jack thought Emma looked scared for a moment, but she recovered as she thought about him, her eyes to the ceiling, her head cocked to one side.

‘He’s tall and slim.’ she said. ‘In his thirties. He’s got a nice smile.’

‘What do you mean, nice?’

‘Well, he smiles with his eyes, and sort of cocks his head to one side.’

Like you, Jack thought. He thanked Emma for her time and said goodbye. He had a call to make. But he had somewhere to go first.

Chapter Fifty-Four

As Laura and Joe approached David Hoyle’s home, Laura shook away the stab of envy she felt every time she saw where defence lawyers lived, because it always seemed like they reaped the rewards while people like her did all the dangerous work. Yet deep down, despite the long hours and hard graft, she was proud of her job. She wondered if David Hoyle felt the same about his.

As she climbed out of the car, she looked at the house, three small almshouses converted into one, with views towards the hills that separated the Lancashire cotton belt from the more cosmopolitan sprawl of Greater Manchester. Stone steps led to a solid wooden door, although it looked like the knocks and dents in the wood were affectations, trying to reclaim the age of the house. She banged hard on the door. It was a while before anyone answered, but then she heard the rattle of a key and a face peered through the door, from behind a small chain.

‘We’re the police,’ Laura said. ‘It’s about your intruder from last night.’

There were some nervous blinks, and then, ‘Do you have identification?’

Laura lifted the police identification. Joe did the same.

There was another pause, but then the door closed and there was a small rattle as the chain was removed. When the door opened, there was a slender woman standing there, barefoot but in tight leggings and a long cream jumper. Her hair was luxurious and dark, falling over her shoulders. Her face was pale and drawn though, as if she hadn’t slept.