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realize…”
“Yes I do. Rugby club. You sometimes turn out for the seconds, right? Open side? But you can’t play regular because of your work, or summat?”
“That’s right. I teach PE at Weavers and that means my Saturdays are pretty well spoken for.”
“PE, eh? That explains about the sentences. Pity, but. You looked a lot better prospect than yon neanderthal that plays for the firsts. No finesse. Kicks folk right in front of the ref. Any of them ladies back there belong to you?”
“That’s my wife, Helen… the pregnant one.”
“That right? Planning to get all your family over at once, are you? So she’d be Helen Maciver as was, right? Now Mrs Dunn as is. I’m getting there. Mrs Kafka I know. And yon Cressida, I remember her. The other is…?”
“Sue-Lynn, Pal’s wife.”
“Oh aye. All here then. Some bugger must’ve sent invitations.”
“Is Pal in there?” said Dunn pleadingly. “Has something happened to him?”
“I’ve no idea. Any reason to think it might have done?”
“No. I mean, he didn’t turn up… we play squash on Wednesday evenings and when he didn’t show…”
“Stood you up, did he? And that makes you worry something’s happened to him? I see. People stand me up, it’s when they do appear that something’s likely to happen to them. Maycock, you reckon you can keep this mob at bay?”
“No problem, sir.”
“Good lad. Sergeant, lead on. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
“Please, can’t I come with you?” pleaded Dunn.
“Nay lad,” said Dalziel kindly. “I think most likely you’re under arrest. Often happens when you assault a police officer. That right, Sergeant?”
“Yes, sir,” said Bonnick.
“Don’t worry too much, but. It probably won’t delight the governors at Weavers but it will really impress the kids. Now I’m going to give you a choice. You can either sit in a car handcuffed to the wheel till we’re ready to deal with you, which could be hours. Or you can promise to be a good boy and go and take care of that poor wife of thine before she explodes. Which is it?”
“No more trouble, really. I’m very sorry,” said Dunn.
“Good lad. Off you go. Now, Sergeant, fill me in.”
He listened carefully to Bonnick’s digest of events as they entered the house and climbed the stairs, only interrupting to ask, “What made Tweedledum and Tweedledee come up the drive in the first place?”
There was a slight hesitation before Bonnick said, “Just a random check, I think, sir. Also some of the girls bring their punters up these driveways, I believe, and we’ve been doing a bit of a blitz on kerb crawlers recently.”
“Very conscientious pair of officers, then,” said Dalziel. “You’re lucky to have them.”
The old sod knows that most likely they were skiving, thought Pascoe, but he wouldn’t have rated Bonnick if he’d said so.
When they reached the landing, he saw a uniformed inspector standing by a door with a splintered frame. This was Paddy Ireland, a small, rather self-important man, whose trousers always looked as if they’d been re-pressed after he put them on. He turned and acknowledged Dalziel with a parade-ground salute. Behind him through the doorway Pascoe could see a man in a white coverall whom he recognized as Tom Lockridge, one of a small group of local doctors registered as police medical examiners. He was looking down at a man slumped at a desk. At least Pascoe assumed it was a man. Too little of the head remained to make confirmation certain at this distance.
“Poor bastard,” said Dalziel. “Any ID?”
“Haven’t been able to check, sir,” said Ireland. “Thought it best to disturb things as little as possible till SOCO had got their photos.”
“There’s a car parked round the back of the house,” said Bonnick. “Blue Laguna estate, registered owner Mr Palinurus Maciver, who’s also the designated keyholder of the property, so it seems likely…”
“Let’s not jump the gun,
“Yes I do. Rugby club. You sometimes turn out for the seconds, right? Open side? But you can’t play regular because of your work, or summat?”
“That’s right. I teach PE at Weavers and that means my Saturdays are pretty well spoken for.”
“PE, eh? That explains about the sentences. Pity, but. You looked a lot better prospect than yon neanderthal that plays for the firsts. No finesse. Kicks folk right in front of the ref. Any of them ladies back there belong to you?”
“That’s my wife, Helen… the pregnant one.”
“That right? Planning to get all your family over at once, are you? So she’d be Helen Maciver as was, right? Now Mrs Dunn as is. I’m getting there. Mrs Kafka I know. And yon Cressida, I remember her. The other is…?”
“Sue-Lynn, Pal’s wife.”
“Oh aye. All here then. Some bugger must’ve sent invitations.”
“Is Pal in there?” said Dunn pleadingly. “Has something happened to him?”
“I’ve no idea. Any reason to think it might have done?”
“No. I mean, he didn’t turn up… we play squash on Wednesday evenings and when he didn’t show…”
“Stood you up, did he? And that makes you worry something’s happened to him? I see. People stand me up, it’s when they do appear that something’s likely to happen to them. Maycock, you reckon you can keep this mob at bay?”
“No problem, sir.”
“Good lad. Sergeant, lead on. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
“Please, can’t I come with you?” pleaded Dunn.
“Nay lad,” said Dalziel kindly. “I think most likely you’re under arrest. Often happens when you assault a police officer. That right, Sergeant?”
“Yes, sir,” said Bonnick.
“Don’t worry too much, but. It probably won’t delight the governors at Weavers but it will really impress the kids. Now I’m going to give you a choice. You can either sit in a car handcuffed to the wheel till we’re ready to deal with you, which could be hours. Or you can promise to be a good boy and go and take care of that poor wife of thine before she explodes. Which is it?”
“No more trouble, really. I’m very sorry,” said Dunn.
“Good lad. Off you go. Now, Sergeant, fill me in.”
He listened carefully to Bonnick’s digest of events as they entered the house and climbed the stairs, only interrupting to ask, “What made Tweedledum and Tweedledee come up the drive in the first place?”
There was a slight hesitation before Bonnick said, “Just a random check, I think, sir. Also some of the girls bring their punters up these driveways, I believe, and we’ve been doing a bit of a blitz on kerb crawlers recently.”
“Very conscientious pair of officers, then,” said Dalziel. “You’re lucky to have them.”
The old sod knows that most likely they were skiving, thought Pascoe, but he wouldn’t have rated Bonnick if he’d said so.
When they reached the landing, he saw a uniformed inspector standing by a door with a splintered frame. This was Paddy Ireland, a small, rather self-important man, whose trousers always looked as if they’d been re-pressed after he put them on. He turned and acknowledged Dalziel with a parade-ground salute. Behind him through the doorway Pascoe could see a man in a white coverall whom he recognized as Tom Lockridge, one of a small group of local doctors registered as police medical examiners. He was looking down at a man slumped at a desk. At least Pascoe assumed it was a man. Too little of the head remained to make confirmation certain at this distance.
“Poor bastard,” said Dalziel. “Any ID?”
“Haven’t been able to check, sir,” said Ireland. “Thought it best to disturb things as little as possible till SOCO had got their photos.”
“There’s a car parked round the back of the house,” said Bonnick. “Blue Laguna estate, registered owner Mr Palinurus Maciver, who’s also the designated keyholder of the property, so it seems likely…”
“Let’s not jump the gun,
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