He roared with laughter. Mary Parker, pleased to see them at ease with each other, said, “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve things to do. Then I’ll throw together some lunch. Just something light. Would you care to join us, Mr. Dalziel?”
“That’s real kind of you, missus. Nowt I like better than a light lunch. Except mebbe a heavy one.”
Mary smiled politely at what she hoped was a joke and said, “Good. I’ll bring it outside, shall I? Such a lovely day.”
Charley led the way out onto the terrace. Minnie followed, but not on their heels. She was expert in assessing distances. Too close drew attention and got you dismissed, too distant and you couldn’t hear a damn thing. She was helped in her efforts at unobtrusiveness by the distant ululation of a siren.
“That you lot disturbing the peace?” said Charley.
Dalziel cupped his sagacious ear and said, “Not one of ours. Ambulance, I’d say. Sounds like it’s down in the town. Probably some daft sod’s got sunstroke on the beach.”
Under cover of this exchange, Minnie squatted down on the edge of the terrace, about ten feet away, making herself as small as possible and keeping very still.
“So what did you want to talk to me about, Andy?” asked Charley, determined to seize control of the conversation.
“Murder,” he said.
“Oh. As a witness? A suspect? Or because of my psychological training? I’m afraid I have no background in criminal profiling.”
“Nay, but you’ve got sharp eyes, a sharp brain, and you’re nebby.”
“That’s your assessment after what? Two brief encounters? No wonder the police have a track record of getting things wrong!”
“It happens. Like them trick cyclists who set homicidal maniacs loose to kill some other poor bugger.”
“Hardly the same.”
“No. Your lot don’t do it after two brief encounters, you’ve usually had years to study the case notes and still get it wrong. Any road, I’m not making snap judgments about you, Charley. I’ve been inside your mind; I’ve read your e-mails.”
“Jesus!” said Charley angrily. “Is there anyone left in Sandytown who hasn’t?”
“Oh aye. There’s always a few folk who wait for the movie,” said Dalziel, grinning. “Never fret, lass. I’m not going to sue you for defamation. Listen, serious now afore our light lunch comes. I think it could be useful if we pooled our resources.”
“Oh yes? Like I let that Novello bitch see my e-mails, you mean?”
“No, not like that. Don’t be hard on poor Ivor. She’s a nice lass and a good cop, but she’s still at the bottom of the heap. She’s got to do what other people tell her.”
“And you’re at the top, I take it?”
“Oh yes. King of the castle, that’s me,” said the Fat Man complacently.
“Then it was your idea to eavesdrop on me and Mr. Godley talking in the police car, was it?”
“Eh?”
There was a massive conviction about that eh? which persuaded Charley more than oath or argument that Dalziel was truly ignorant of the mobile phone ruse.
Briefly she explained what had happened. She saw no reason not to tell him what Godley had said. All it did was explain the oddities of the healer’s behavior, and that sly sod Pascoe probably had it on tape anyway.
Far from disapproving the ruse, Dalziel seemed inclined to take some credit for it.
“Nose like a retriever, Pete,” he said complacently. “Give him a sniff of a hint and he’s up and after it instantly.”
“It was a monstrous thing to do. And probably illegal,” she retorted.
“Steady on, lass. It’s a cop’s job to get at the truth any way he can.”
“Even if it means hurting people!”
“Can’t see why Godley should feel hurt. It were him holding back that made it necessary in the first place.”
“I’m talking about me! It looked like I was part of the deception. That’s what Mr. Godley went away thinking, anyway!”
“Oh dear,” said Dalziel. “Now I can see how that would really hurt him. Never mind. Yon shitlit’s full of misunderstandings, isn’t it? Makes it all the sweeter when he finds out the truth and realizes you weren’t in on it.”
Charley, assuming he meant chick lit and also assuming he knew what he meant, tried to work out the implications of this.
“Hang about,” she said. “You said it was you gave Pascoe the hint. What hint was that?”
“I think I said summat about Godley fancying you rotten, and that probably set Pete thinking he might open up to you. Clever, eh?”
Charley shook her head violently. She felt control of the conversation slipping irretrievably from her grasp. She tried a laugh-truly what he’d just said was daft enough to laugh at-but somehow she couldn’t manage it.
“You’re mad,” she said. “He thinks I’m a waste of space, takes him all his time to stay in the same room as me.”
“Takes some lads like that,” said the Fat Man. “Crazy for you but doesn’t think he’s got a cat in hell’s chance, you being so attractive and superior and way out of his league.”
“Me?”
“Aye. Love’s a bit shortsighted, isn’t that what they say? Come on, young Charley. Driving a young man to distraction’s not all that bad, is it?”
“Not a young man, maybe,” said Charley, still trying to get her head round what he’d said. How did he manage to assert what was so manifestly crazy with such authority?
“Picky, are we?” said Dalziel. “Thirty’s young by my standards.”
“Thirty?”
“Just turned, I saw his details on the incident room board. Okay, that face fungus makes him look older, but that’s likely why he wears it. Gives him a bit of gravitas.”
Charley tried to envisage a shaven Mr. Godley, but it wouldn’t come. In any case, it didn’t matter. Thirty, forty, fifty, even in the remote contingency Dalziel was right, the poor sod was doomed to suffer till he got over it.
“Look,” she said. “None of this matters, does it? The important thing is, what he told me puts him out of the frame, as you lot say, right?”
“You reckon?” said Dalziel dubiously. “Should have thought it gives him and Miss Lee a good motive for being seriously pissed off with Lady D. He were seen quarreling with her, tha knows. In fact, I think you were one of them as fingered him.”
“No I didn’t,” she protested angrily. “All I said was…and I didn’t know it was going to be grand jury testimony…anyway, it was hardly a killing matter, was it?”
“I’ve known folk kill for less,” he said. “And it could have been an accident.”
“An accidental strangling? Come on!” she mocked. “And what about Ollie Hollis? That was no accident. Why would Mr. Godley want to kill him?”
“Mebbe Ollie saw something that could tie Godley in to the murder?”
“That’s stupid! If his motive for quarreling with Lady Denham was to protect his sister, he’s hardly going to commit murder in her treatment room, is he?”
Dalziel nodded his great gray head approvingly.
“There,” he said. “Knew I were right about you, Charley. Good bit of logic to back up what both of us think without benefit of logic-that Mr. Godley ain’t no killer. So who’s next?”
“You’re the detective,” she said. “Also I’m getting a bit fed up with this one-way traffic. You’ve got my e-mails plus a tape of a private conversation. Time to share a bit of what you know, I’d say. Or is this ee by gum lass, I think thee and me could make a grand partnership stuff just another ploy like Novello’s and Pascoe’s?”
“Fair enough,” he said without hesitation. “Turn and turn about it is. And I promise you, nowt you tell me will get passed on without your say-so. Right?”
“Right,” she said. “So now it’s your turn, Andy.”
“Okay. Let’s go through the suspects. Best get you out of the way first, I suppose.”
“Me?”
“Aye. Pete Pascoe reckons your lousy spelling puts you in the frame.”
He explained about the anonymous letters with their spelling error.
“I’ve always had bother with e’s and i’s,” she said. “But no one bothers in an e-mail, right?”