Riversââ
âThe Moneyâs missus?â
âCousin. Not that we donât show any woman we come into contact with absolute respect.â His new colleague looked doubtful. âBut sheâs the only one we let in without checking first with Andy â who, by the way, is Mr Rivers to you, and never the Money in front of anyone.
Ever
. And sheâs the only one we leave alone with him.â
âWhat about Mrs Mââ
âItâs Mrs Rivers, and sheâs not here. OK?â
The bruiser nodded sullenly.
I smiled at Griff. âYouâd have made a splendid infantsâ teacher.â
âIâm a killer on the PTA,â he said, straight-faced. âBetter go on in, Sophie. Heâs got company, by the way.â
âCompanyâ turned out to be a couple of uniformed officers, trying to piece together what had happened. I gave them my story.
âCome on, miss â you must have seen more than that.â The constable tried to look stern, but since he was scarcely old enough to shave he wasnât very convincing.
âWhen youâve got all those loudspeakers going at full belt, when the lights are specifically angled to prevent you seeing anyone except Andy, you canât tell whatâs going on,â I said. âIâm sure someone will demonstrate â Jonty would fix it.â
Jonty nodded.
âMight be useful,â conceded the elder officer, a ginger-haired woman sergeant of about my age: Kerry, Andy soon discovered, was her first name, but I donât think he troubled about her surname.
âWhat about the show?â Andy asked. âI want it to go ahead.
Everyone
wants it to go ahead. Do we have to get permission, Kerry?â
âFrom the Health and Safety Inspectors, sir,â she said. No doubt to her acute embarrassment, a vivid blush oozed up her neck, until her whole face was awash.
âIf the show were to go ahead, would you both like tickets?â Women have gone down on their knees for a smile like that: to do Andy justice, I donât think he meant it to be as devastating as it always was. âCould you see to it, Jonty?â
If I knew anything about it, theyâd come. And Jonty would ensure they had some merchandise to take away at the end of the evening. It wasnât bribery, just PR. It had worked on Lady Thatcher, when she was plain Mrs T, though Andy would never reveal even to me the size of the personal donation she made. Yes, given a chance, heâd charm money for UNICEF out of the most red-necked, jingoistic American senator. Given a chance.
âYou have to tell them. There may be something there on that stage thatâll help trace whoever it is thatâs threatening you. Canât you get that into your head? More to the point, there may be something there thatâll help the police find out what happened to Pete. If the police treat it as a straight accident, theyâll give no more than a cursory inspection to the stage. They may miss something vital.â
âThe Health and Safety people saidââ
âThey said they found no problems with any equipment. They didnât look for anything else. Why would they? Theyâve no reason to be suspicious.â
He was silent.
âWhat did Ruth say?â
He looked me straight in the eye. âFind who did it,â he said. âAnd have the party. Call it a wake.â
The sergeant, her skin icing-pale again, was clearly out of her depth. Quite clearly she wanted to yell at him for his foolhardiness: equally clearly she was too much in awe of him to do anything of the sort.
The woman she summoned â acting Detective Inspector Stephenson â had no such qualms. She turned up within fifteen minutes of the sergeantâs call. One step behind her was another plain-clothes officer, my old friend Ian Dale, who greeted everyone, including me, with exaggerated formality. When I caught his eye he raised
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