‘Do we have a car number to go on?’
‘By now, I expect that we do. Mrs Hall says that he has a big red Volvo estate. She didn’t know the number, but I ordered a check through DVLC.’
The DCC pushed himself out of the chair and walked round the desk to the window. He looked out over the playing field, where the force Rugby Club was beginning its mid-week training session.
‘I don’t suppose Dorward’s people found anything to go on?’ he asked, but with no hope sounding in his voice. Martin sat in silence. ‘No, I didn’t expect that.
‘Do you see any pattern in this, Andy, anything at all? Because so far, I’m stuffed if I do.’
The DCS stood up to lean on the windowsill beside him. ‘There are no connections, Boss, that’s the problem. Who do we know about in this business? There’s Nathan Bennett, now deceased, Hannah, likewise, Malky McDonnell, gone, and Nick Williams, gone. If we could find something that they had in common, that’d be a start, because it might lead us to other people. But there’s nothing to be seen.’
‘So what do you do when you can’t find anything?’
Martin nodded. ‘Aye, I know. You look again. And that’s what we’re going to do; again and again, if necessary. I agree with you, there has to be a link. It’s up to us to keep looking until we find it.’
‘That’s right, and meantime, I’m stuck here in Jimmy’s office. I’m spinning as much as I reasonably can on to Jim Elder, but there are some things I just have to do myself. Tomorrow afternoon, for example, I’ve got the Chair of the Police Board coming in for her monthly coffee and biscuits. Then I’ve got a series of disciplinary matters to deal with.’ He shuddered for a second. ‘For example, there’s a PC from Broxburn who thumped his wife. She wouldn’t press charges, but the Divisional Commander isn’t letting him off with it.
‘Then I’ve got a uniformed woman sergeant from your old place, Haddington, who’s accused of sexual harassment. ’
‘You’re kidding!’
‘I wish I was. A probationer claims she groped him in a cupboard. How would Jimmy deal with that, d’you think?’
‘Awkwardly, I imagine. Who is it, anyway?’
‘Karen Neville.’
Martin’s eyes widened. ‘I remember her; a looker, late twenties. Legend has it she had her evil way with Sammy Pye at a social evening a year or so back. . and a few others before him. I gave her a friendly warning when I was out there. I hope that she hasn’t forgotten about it, because otherwise, she’s okay.’
‘Mmm,’ said Skinner. ‘That’s useful to know.’ He turned round, and stood, leaning back against the window.
‘I take it you delivered our visitor back to his minders,’ he said.
The Head of CID grinned, and shook his head. ‘No. I wanted to talk to you about that. Kwame’s asked if he can scrap the rest of his programme and stay with us for the rest of the week.’
‘Is it okay with Scottish Office?’
‘Yes. They’re quite taken with the idea, in fact. They’ve even offered to under-write his expenses for an extra week, so that they can treat it as a sort of informal pilot secondment.’
‘Can you be bothered?’
‘Certainly. He’s a good guy.This afternoon he’s looking at videos with Pye, giving the lad’s eyes a rest. Tomorrow, I thought I’d let him sit in with Dan Pringle. If anyone needs extra help, he does.’
‘In that case,’ said the acting Chief, ‘if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.’
‘Good. Dan was thinking that he might take him back to Raglan’s tomorrow, to wait for this man Malenko.’
‘Oh? Did you find out anything about him?’
‘Did we ever. The Criminal Investigation people in St Petersburg reported back like a shot. Ivan Malenko. . that’s only the name on the passport he uses to come here. . is a very bad man indeed. He is the big man in organised crime in that part of Russia, and his activities extend through the Baltic States and into Poland and Germany. Drugs, prostitution, currency rackets, counterfeiting. . he takes profit from them all.’
‘Why don’t they lift him then?’
‘They can’t. He’s too well protected. He has a sort of presidential guard with more firepower than all the police in St Petersburg and Moscow put together. When we told them about his trips over here, they started salivating. So did the Germans: they have an international warrant out for his arrest.
‘So the game plan is that when he turns up at Raglan’s tomorrow. .’
‘If he turns up,’ said Skinner. ‘He may read the papers and find out their stock’s been cleared.’
‘No, we’ve told the press that yesterday’s call-out to the shop was a false alarm. The Russians have sent us over a photograph, and we know from Midland that he and a man, his minder, we’re assuming, are on their early flight from London tomorrow. When he turns up, Dan’s going to lift him, take him straight to the Sheriff Court and have him held on remand, for extradition to Germany. The minder will be put on the first plane back to Russia.’
‘Where we going to keep him? Not Saughton, I hope, after what happened to Bennett.’
‘I’ve arranged with the prison service that he’ll be kept in Shotts. Security there is as good as anywhere in Britain.’
‘Have you advised the Russian Embassy?’
‘The St Petersburg police told us not to. Malenko has people on the payroll everywhere.’
The DCC chuckled. ‘You have had a busy afternoon.’ He paused. ‘I’d tell Dan not to take Ankrah along tomorrow, if I were you. This man Malenko sounds pretty heavy duty, and he and his minder may not like being arrested. I wouldn’t like to chance our guest being hurt if trouble does start.’
‘Fair enough. Do you think I should deploy an armed unit?’
‘In the city centre? No thanks. Let’s contain the action within the shop.’
Martin nodded in agreement.
‘Is that all you have for me?’ Skinner asked him.
Martin frowned. ‘Not quite. McGuire and McIlhenney called in from Parliament House. They’ve finished their interviews, but so far they’ve drawn nothing but blanks. Tomorrow, they start to review Archergait’s history on the Bench.’ He paused. ‘I don’t think we can keep this confidential much longer, Bob. They’ve spoken to a hell of a lot of people now. This “security review” cover’s wearing thin.’
‘I appreciate that. Look, let’s try a bit of news management tomorrow. When we announce that we’ve lifted Malenko, then spill the beans about the size of the Raglan’s robbery, the entire media corps will go completely fucking crazy. While they’re chasing their tails, let’s have Alan Royston slip out a quiet statement that we’re treating the judge’s death as suspicious.’
With their backs to the door, which Martin had left slightly open as he entered, neither had seen the woman, nor had they heard her faint knock.
‘I don’t know if you’ll be able to do that, sir,’ said Maggie Rose. Both men, surprised, turned to face her. ‘I had a call from Detective Superintendent Mackie on my mobile ten minutes ago, while I was on my way home. He was calling from a crime scene in East Lothian, and asked me to find you and Mr Martin.
‘Apparently a bird-watcher found a body this afternoon, out on Aberlady Nature Reserve.
‘I’m afraid we’ve got another dead judge on our hands. . and this time the press are all over the place.’
As Skinner looked at his Head of CID, a slow smile of disbelief spread across his face. ‘If I believed in curses, I might think that this was all aimed at me, on my first day as acting Chief.
‘Come on, you two. Let’s get out there and take a look for ourselves.’
DCI Rose looked up at him. ‘You may have to wait a bit for that, sir. From what Brian said, I think the tide may beat us to it.’
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