Sheldon nodded and pulled at his tie again; he now looked to Frank Brandon.
‘Coming up with much the same thing, Gov: well-respected, hard worker, did the same journey to school and work every morning, and returned around about the same time every day. This makes the timeframe for the murder to be from around four to when the daughter returned home.’
‘Yes, yes, we know that,’ Sheldon snapped, and then indicated Anna.
Anna went through her report in a little more detail than the others. Sheldon sat down in the middle of it. He yawned, checked his watch and, when Anna had completed her report, he stood up and gestured to the board.
‘We got anything on the ex-husband?’
Frank remained seated as he flipped open his book. ‘He’s an estate agent, quite well off, remarried, has two young kids by his second wife. He was in Devon on the day that the victim was killed. He’s travelling up to see his daughter, so we can talk to him then.’
Sheldon dug his hands in his pockets. ‘Well, let’s hope we get something from the PM and forensic, because we’ve got bugger all so far. I want the house-to-house to continue; see if anyone in the area saw or knows something.’
He turned to Anna, pointing. ‘Yes?’
‘Have they said the weapon used was from the victim’s flat?’
‘They have not verified it, but there is one carving knife missing from the block and one found in the kitchen sink; bastard probably used it to cut up his sandwich. We are hoping to get DNA and a match on fingerprints but, like I said, we wait to see what they come up with. In the meantime, I want a significant trawling of any possible CCTV footage in and around the murder site. That’s it — reconvene at nine in the morning.’
Anna was surprised; she had never been on an enquiry that felt like a nine to five. She’d also never seen an incident room clear out so fast, leaving just clerical and the small night staff to run the enquiry.
Anna had intended to call in at Langton’s apartment, to collect his mail, etc., but by the time she had returned home, showered and changed, it was already after six-thirty. She knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid the rush-hour traffic on the M4 heading out of London and so accepted she wasn’t going to get to see him until way after eight. She spent the time in the slow-moving traffic going over the case. She found it all very depressing: so different from working alongside Langton, whose energy and tireless pressure on everyone around him always paid dividends. There had been numerous other cases she had been involved in, before and after Langton; none of the SIOs ever matched him, or even came close.
Langton was waiting for her, sitting in a wheelchair in the empty recreational room. He gave her a glum smile. ‘I’d just about given up on you.’
‘Well, I started on a new investigation this morning — victim murdered in her own flat. Her kid found the body.’
‘Who’s heading it up?’ he asked moodily.
Anna listed Sheldon and co., and he snorted.
‘That stuffed shirt! Can’t stand him and that bodybuilder sidekick of his — thinks he’s Burt Reynolds. If he spent less time in the gym and more time policing… They’re all a bunch of wankers.’
Anna grinned; he was always abusive about anyone else working on the murder teams, but he had actually summed up her own thoughts.
Langton gestured around the empty room. ‘They’re all watching a movie, creaking and groaning around a plasma screen.’
‘What film?’
‘I don’t bloody know. I hate it; all they do is moan and groan or burst into tears all the time. It’s like a wailing wall around here.’
He sighed and then asked if she’d got any mail for him. She apologized and said she would collect it tomorrow.
‘Don’t put yourself out.’
‘Oh, just stop this. I didn’t have the time this evening.’
‘I bet Sheldon closed shop at five; he’s a real nine-to-five copper.’
She laughed and agreed; however, until they had some results from the lab and forensics, they couldn’t move in on anyone with a motive.
Langton ruffled his hair. ‘You know, before the days of DNA and the white suits at forensic, we had maybe not as much to go on, but nobody ever clicked their heels; now, it’s all down to waiting for scientific evidence. Sometimes, they come up with bugger all as well.’
Anna didn’t really want to get into the details of the case, but he obviously did. After receiving a brief rundown, he remained silent, and then suggested that they check out all hostels and halfway houses in and around the area.
‘Sounds like some nutter, some bastard that might have been able to monitor your victim’s routine.’
‘Yes, I’ve thought about that too; it’s quite a tough area.’
He winced in pain and rubbed his knee.
‘You okay?’
‘No. This physio bloke massages my knee as if I was in a rugby scrum; it hurts like hell and yet I’m still not able to walk more than a couple of paces. They even brought me a fucking Zimmer frame. I said, the day you see me shuffling around on that, pal, is the day you can give me an OD of morphine.’
Anna remained with Langton for almost two hours; he then seemed to suddenly fade fast. He was hardly able to keep his eyes open, so she suggested she leave and see him the following evening. As she turned to go, he caught her hand.
‘Eh, you don’t have to make this schlep out here every day. If you’re up to your eyes in this case, leave it — just call me.’
She kissed him, and he held onto her hand tightly. ‘I’ll pull through this. It’s just going to take longer than I thought, but I’ll make a promise — next time you see me, I’ll be on my feet.’
She kissed him again and then left him, still sitting in his solitary position, surrounded by gym equipment he couldn’t use. She didn’t mention that she was going to talk to the head nurse for an update.
Anna was kept waiting for half an hour before she was able to discuss Langton’s progress. The nurse was a pleasant six-foot-five giant with a big wide smile.
‘Well, he’s not an easy patient, and he’s got one hell of a temper, but he is very determined. The reality is, this is going to take a lot longer than he thinks. The knee joint is very worrying and I know causes agony; sometimes it would be better for him to rest up, but he refuses and demands painkillers. He had a bad fall because he tried to stand and wanted to work out on weights, but after a chest injury as bad as the one he suffered, he has to be patient.’
‘How long will he be staying here?’
‘Well, we usually do a two-week stint, then patients can go home. If they need further treatment, they come back; we’ve got some that have been coming back and forth for months. I’d say James is going to be looking at the very least, six months.’
‘Six months?!’
‘Yes, and I can’t guarantee that he will be able to walk unaided — but that is not the only problem. He can’t unwind, or he won’t; his desperation to get into the gym and work out is very common. They think if they exercise to excess, it’ll block out their thoughts and then they won’t have to consider their own feelings. Sadly, the support system network that used to exist for officers like James has virtually eroded in the last year. There used to be a much stronger camaraderie and humour. What I am concerned about is his isolation; he refuses to interact with any of the other patients and this will, I am sure, eventually lead to depression.’