‘Magner’s an only child.’
She shrugged. ‘I wouldnae know.’
‘Got a name for the other person?’
‘Are you joking?’
‘So, what happened later that night?’ Gilchrist asked.
‘This Saturday night, me and Sheilagh and Morag started out at the Caledonian as usual. We’d chip in to buy the first drink, then nurse it until someone chatted us up. Well, this particular night, Magner was over in a flash, so he was. I remember that. And there was something different about him-’
‘Different? As in wearing a suit?’
‘Naw. He was in a suit like, aye, but he looked like he was excited about something.’
‘On drugs?’
She shrugged.
‘Did you ever indulge?’ Jessie asked.
‘Fags and vodka’s my limit,’ she said, unfazed by the directness. ‘Talking of which, do you mind if I smoke?’
Gilchrist shook his head, sipped his tea.
Vicky placed her mug on the table, slipped a packet of Marlboro Lights from one cardigan pocket and a lighter from the other, and lit up with the expertise of a lifelong addict. She inhaled, her eyes closing with pleasure, then let out the smoke with a heavy gush. ‘I should gie this up,’ she said. ‘Save a fucking fortune, excuse the French.’
Jessie shifted on the arm of the sofa, pushed herself to her feet, shoved her hands into her pockets. Gilchrist was always amazed how ex-smokers, himself included, became uneasy when someone lit up. Smoke curled in the air, giving him an odd flashback of the snooker club where his late brother, Jack, had first taken up smoking.
‘So… Magner looked different that night,’ he said, nudging his mind away from the nicotine itch. ‘Then what?’
‘We got chatting, had a few drinks, one thing led to another, and before you know it, I was on my own with him and heading out to some other hotel in a taxi.’
‘What one?’ Jessie asked.
‘Cannae remember.’
Gilchrist almost spilled his tea. ‘Was that the hotel in which Magner allegedly forced himself upon you?’
‘None of that allegedly anything shite. He raped me, plain and fucking simple.’
‘In that hotel?’
‘Aye.’
‘But you can’t remember its name?’ It seemed such an extraordinary gap in her memory that Gilchrist found himself eyeing her with suspicion.
‘I went back to check it out,’ she explained. ‘But it’s been knocked down. There’s nothing left. Just flattened.’
Well, he supposed that might explain it, so he pressed on. ‘Do you remember what happened when you arrived at the hotel?’
‘Remember?’ She looked aghast. ‘How could I ever forget?’
Gilchrist could not fail to notice Jessie’s disapproving stare, so he decided to take a step back and let her take over. Jessie seemed to sense this, and led Vicky to the sofa.
‘Why don’t you sit down?’ Jessie said. ‘Take your time. And once you’re ready, tell us what happened.’
‘Aye. I’ll do that. Just gie me a minute ’til I finish this off.’
She sucked the Marlboro for all it was worth, then dowsed the dout into her tea. And with that action, Gilchrist set his own half-empty mug on the window sill.
‘He had this bottle of vodka,’ Vicky said. ‘I remember that. The Russian one with a red label and the funny name… Stollie-something.’
‘Stolichnaya?’ Gilchrist offered.
‘That’s the one. We had a few of these, then one thing led to another and before you know it, he makes his move. He rolls on top of me, then starts groping. I was pinned to the bed. He was too strong for me. I told him to stop-’
‘Why?’
Both Jessie and Vicky looked up in astonishment at Gilchrist.
He tried to explain. ‘You were twenty-seven. You’d had a few at the Caledonian. You went back to his hotel room. Surely you must have known what was going to-’
‘I wisnae a hoor.’
‘But what was to stop Magner thinking you were? You let him take you to a hotel. Just the two of you. Did you think he wanted to talk about the weather?’
‘It wisnae like that.’
‘I’ll bet it wasn’t.’ He stepped away from the window, and moved to the centre of the room, until he was staring straight down at her. ‘Here’s what I think happened.’
She looked up at him, eyes widening.
‘You went back to that hotel with the intention of having sex with Thomas Magner, and when-’
‘No, I didnae-’
‘… he came on to you, you said it would cost him-’
‘No. No.’ It sounded like a wail. Tears spilled from her eyes.
‘… and when Magner realised he’d been duped by a prostitute, he refused to stop.’
Vicky shook her head and put her hands over her ears.
Gilchrist waited for her to lower them. ‘What I don’t understand is, why?’
She scowled at him. ‘Why?’
‘Why did it stay with you for so long?’
‘I was raped,’ she said. ‘That’s why it stayed with me. That bastard ruined my life.’
‘There’s more to it than that,’ he snapped.
She looked up at him and shook her head again. ‘I don’t know-’
‘What is it, Vicky? What did he do to you?’
‘I… I…’
‘In your statement, you said it ruined your marriage. You blame Magner for everything that’s gone wrong in your life. But after that night you got married, had kids. It wasn’t all bad. So what are you hiding?’
‘Please leave me alone,’ she pleaded.
‘We’re on your side here, Vicky. We’re trying to help. But you have to tell us-’
‘Please,’ she said, then looked to Jessie for support. ‘Will you please just go?’
Silent, Gilchrist collected the three mugs and carried them through to the kitchen, leaving Jessie alone with Vicky. A few minutes later, seeing Jessie standing at the kitchen door, ready to leave, arms folded, he knew he had pushed too hard.
He glanced at Vicky Kelvin as they walked into the hallway, hoping to catch some sign that she understood what he had tried to do, that he was on her side, that sometimes you have to be brutal to get to the truth.
But she just sat there with her head in her hands, shoulders heaving with misery.
CHAPTER 12
Neither of them spoke until they were almost across the Tay Road Bridge.
‘Why did you have to be so hard on her?’ Jessie said.
‘She wasn’t telling us everything.’
‘She’d been raped, for crying out loud. She didn’t exactly take notes about the guy’s technique when he was sticking it to her. You’re missing the point.’
‘Am I?’
‘By a mile. Maybe a hundred miles.’
He gritted his teeth and gripped the steering wheel. A reply seemed pointless. Maybe they were all missing the point. The entire day seemed to have been a waste of time. He had not heard from Cooper – no further PM updates. It was hardly surprising that she didn’t want to talk to him after his performance on the phone last night. Still, he was the SIO in a murder investigation and it was her responsibility to keep him up to speed.
He made a note to call her once he was back in the Office.
‘What do you think?’ he asked Jessie. ‘Wild goose chase?’
‘What are we talking about?’
‘Thomas Magner.’
‘He didn’t kill the McCullochs.’
‘You sure about that?’
She let out a tired sigh, as if she’d had enough of his convoluted theories. Part of him felt the same way. The facts were piling up, telling him it couldn’t possibly be Magner – he wasn’t even in the same county, let alone the same town, when the murders took place. But his gut just wouldn’t let it go.
Jessie said, ‘Tell me one thing that points to Magner, Andy. Anything. No matter how small. Just one thing.’
‘It fits,’ he mumbled.
‘Is that it? It fits?’ She shook her head. ‘Seriously, Andy, we can’t continue with this line of enquiry. What are we achieving? Greaves’ll be all over us like a rash, and so will the press if we don’t come up with something soon. In the meantime, everything points away from Magner.’