‘The trouble is that Kevin told me that once the memories were opened up I’d be able to live with them.’ He smiled sadly and shook his head. ‘He was wrong about that one, though. I’ve carried every detail of that scene at the front of my mind ever since, and it won’t go away.’
His voice grew even quieter, and became hoarse. ‘But there’s something worse. I can remember too, the way Myra was when I kissed her goodbye that morning. How beautiful she was, how much I loved her, and how horny I got every time I took her in my arms. It wasn’t just Alex or you who didn’t know how much I missed her. Neither did I.’
His gaze dropped to the table. ‘Sarah and I don’t have sex any more, Andy. Two months ago we had a huge fight. In the course of it, she told me that when we were in bed, I was making love to someone else, and just fucking her as part of the process. Know what? She was right, and we haven’t touched each other since.’
Martin shifted in his seat, embarrassed by the revelation. ‘Bob,’ he said hesitantly, ‘have you thought about going back to Kevin O’Malley for more treatment? ’
Skinner gave a short, harsh laugh. ‘The only time anyone’ll get to look inside my head again will be at a post mortem. There’s only one course of treatment that’ll do me any good, and that is to track down the evil bastard who cut that brake pipe.
‘I’ve been itching to start my mission, as you call it, since the day I got out of hospital. I’d have begun a month ago, but when I was signed off the sick list, I found out that the Chief, silly old bugger, had booked me on a month-long crime symposium trip to Cali-fucking-fornia without consulting me.’ He shook his head. ‘Imagine, sentencing me to thirty days in LA without the option. We had words, I’ll tell you. First time ever, but we had words, did Sir James and I.’
He paused. ‘Now. Am I going to have words with you too?’
Martin frowned. ‘I hope not. But think for a moment, will you, about what it is that you’re asking me, your Head of CID, to support. We’ve got ten major crimes on our hands, not counting the new imperative we’ve been landed with this morning, and you’re asking me to commit resources to an investigation opened eighteen years late, on the basis of no evidence other than a single, uncorroborated recovered memory which, as your lawyer daughter told you, the greenest advocate could demolish if it was given in evidence.
‘What do you imagine the bean-counter back at HQ would make of that? Do you see the councillors on the Police Board agreeing that it would be a proper use of resources?’
‘It’s got fuck all to do with the councillors,’ Skinner growled. ‘And the day the bean-counter gets in my way, I’ll shove his beans up his arse, while they’re still in the tin!’ Then he paused, and nodded an acknowledgement.
‘Still,’ he said, reluctantly, ‘I take your points, every one of them. I wouldn’t dream of asking you for manpower or other resources. This investigation will be conducted by my office alone, and my first priority will be to prove that my memory is accurate.’
Martin looked relieved. ‘Thanks for that, at least,’ he said, then his expression changed as a sudden thought struck him.
‘Here, speaking of your office, you’ve got a decision to make, haven’t you?’
Skinner nodded. ‘Aye, that’s right. With Maggie Rose promoted DCI, I’ve got to find myself a new personal assistant.’
‘You created your own problem. It was you who promoted her.’
‘Aye, I know. But losing Alison Higgins the way we did forced me to make some changes that I’d have preferred to leave for a year or two.’ He smiled.
‘I’ve got someone in mind though.’ Martin’s forehead furrowed into a frown of curiosity, in which Skinner detected a hint of apprehension. ‘Don’t worry,’ he added. ‘it isn’t one of your people . . . although I’d like to give young Sammy a run in the job one day.
‘I’ll do something about it today.’
He drained the last of his coffee. ‘I’ll be available to you as well, whenever we need to go back to see Jackie Charles. In all the circumstances you’ll want to lead this investigation personally, but having seen him together once we should both be in at the follow-up. Bring McIlhenney along if you like, though, with continuity in mind.’
He glanced at his watch. ‘We should have something from Mr Lockie in a couple of hours. Meantime, you can drop me off at home, then have yourself a shower and a shave.’
‘And sleep,’ said Martin mournfully. ‘What about sleep?’
Skinner smiled and looked out of the window of the greasy spoon, into the black, wet, late winter’s morning. ‘You’re forgetting,’ he drawled. ‘I’ve been in bloody LA for a month and this is only my second day back. As far as my body’s concerned it’s still a beautiful evening.’
4
‘If the fire was that strong, then for once I don’t blame Banks for reserving his opinion.’
Sarah Grace Skinner was not the greatest fan of her professional colleague, but she nodded in grudging approval as Bob described the scene of the blaze and the discovery of the body.
‘Once the pathologist has a look inside, though, he’ll be able to tell the gender right away. Add to that the fact that Mrs Charles has been with the same dentist for twenty years, then if it’s her you should know as soon as he sees her records.’
Bob nodded. ‘I expect so. On top of that there are the wedding rings. Jackie gave us his. Our lab people will look at the hallmarks under a microscope. If they match, that’ll back up the identification.’
He gave a small involuntary shiver. ‘What a subject to be discussing when I’m holding my only son, for almost the first time in a month.’
He thrust James Andrew Skinner, known by one and all as Jazz, high above his head. The child squealed with delight. ‘Boy,’ said his father, ‘but you’ve grown since I’ve been away.’ He looked sideways at his wife. ‘That’s what annoyed me most of all about Jimmy booking me for that American trip; the fact that I would miss a whole month of this fella’s first year.’
‘He missed you too,’ said Sarah with a smile, looking in her full-length bedroom mirror and adjusting her grey business skirt. ‘I had nothing but “Da-da-da” out of him every time the phone rang. I think he’s held back his first steps so that you would see them.’
‘He’s ready to walk, you think?’ he said, surprised. ‘I mean, he’s not a year old yet. Alex didn’t stir off her arse till she was about sixteen months.’
‘Asse,’ Jazz shouted, gleefully, relishing the sibilance of the sound.
‘Bob! I’ve told you to watch what you say around him. He’s like a parrot!’
‘Sorry, sorry, sorry. Bottom, Jazz, okay? Bottom, bottom, bottom!’
‘Bmm! Bmm! Bum!’ the child mimicked, his strong voice rising in a triumphant crescendo.
‘Oh no! Look pal, let’s just concentrate on the toddling bit, okay?’ Bob lowered the baby on to his feet beside the bedroom chair, watching him as he took a grip of its arm with his chubby little fingers, then releasing him to stand upright, with only the chair’s support.
‘I see what you mean,’ he said. ‘Any day now.’
He stood up and turned his wife to face him, his hands on her shoulders. ‘And how’s his mother getting on? I haven’t had a chance to ask you since I got back. Still enjoying the University job?’
She looked up at him seriously. ‘There was a time, not so long ago, when you wouldn’t have had to ask me that question. You’d just have known. We used to be closer than Siamese twins, Bob. What’s happened to us?’
He dropped his hands from her shoulders and his face screwed up in exasperation. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he said softly, ‘I’ve been accused of a few things in my time, but being knocked for not being telepathic any more, that’s a first.