Nineteen Eighty

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Authors: David Peace
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701 words, 20,000 steel jobs to go, Leeds 1, Forest 0, Kipper 13, Police 0, 13-nil, 13-nil, 13-nil, 13-nil…
In the car park at Manchester Police Headquarters there’s a car in my space, the reserved space that says:
Peter Hunter – Assistant Chief Constable
There are a lot of empty spaces but I still park next to the other car.
There are two men sat in the car.
I don’t recognise either of the men, though the driver’s staring at me –
He smiles.
I get out of my car, lock it, and go inside.
I sign in and ask the Sergeant on the desk to go and have a word with the two men in the car outside.
I go upstairs to my office –
It’s locked.
I take out my keys and open it.
It’s just as I’d left it.
I sit down behind my desk and begin to make the necessary calls:
But no-one’s answering at Richard Dawson’s house –
Roger Hook is unavailable –
And the Chief Constable’s at chapel until twelve, half past at the latest.
I look at my watch:
It’s nine o’clock –
Sunday 14 December 1980.
The phone rings: ‘Yes?’
‘Sir. It’s the desk downstairs. That car, sir? It wasn’t there. But your space is free so would you like me to arrange to have your car moved?’
‘It’s OK. Thank you.’
I hang up.
The phone rings again:
‘Sir. It’s your wife.’
I press the button, the flashing orange button: ‘Joan?’
‘Peter?’
‘What is it?’
‘It’s the Dawsons, love. Linda’s been on the phone, hysterical. Their house was raided first thing …’
‘Raided?’
‘Police. Manchester Police. Turned the place upside down.’
‘When?’
‘This morning, five o’clock. Taken away all their papers, photos.’
Shit
‘OK,’ I say. ‘I’ll make some calls.’
‘I’m sorry, after what you said last night, but Linda’s in pieces…’
‘It’s OK. Where’s Richard?’
‘He was at Linda’s parents I think, but…’
‘OK,’ I say again. ‘I’ll make some calls, try and find out what’s going on.’
‘What shall I tell her?’
‘Tell her not to worry, that I’m dealing with it.’
‘Thank you. I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be. I’d better go.’
‘Bye,’ she says.
‘Bye.’
I hang up and reach straight for the phone book –
I find Bob Douglas’s home number –
I dial –
It rings –
He answers –
I say: ‘Is Deirdre there?’
‘What?’
‘It’s Mike. Can I speak to Deirdre?’
‘You got the wrong number, mate,’ says Bob Douglas and hangs up.
I dial two numbers again:
No answer at the Dawsons –
None from Cook.
I go through my address book:
Mark Gilman at the Manchester Evening News is off –
Neil Hartley in Cheshire heard Cook was looking into some dodgy finances –
John Jeffreys heard something about heads rolling –
Big Heads, that’s all.
I pick up my coat and go back down to the car, parked in the wrong space.
Bob Douglas lives in a detached house in the nice part of Levenshulme, the part on the way out to Stockport.
I walk up the drive and ring the doorbell.
Douglas opens the front door –
He’s put on weight and lost some hair and his clothes give him the look of a short and guilty man on his way to court.
‘Morning,’ I say.
‘Mr Hunter,’ he smiles.
‘We need to talk.’
‘I thought you might say that.’
‘You going to invite me in then?’
Bob Douglas holds open the door and sees me through to the lounge.
I sit down on a big settee, the smell of a roast in the house.
‘Drink?’
‘Cup of tea’d be nice.’
‘I’ll just be a minute then. Wife’s not in,’ he says and leaves me alone in his lounge with its unframed Degas print, the Christmas cards and tree, the photos of his wife and daughter.
He brings in the teas and hands me mine: ‘Sugar?’
‘No, thanks.’
He sits down in one of the matching chairs.
‘Nice looking lass,’ I say, nodding at a school portrait.
‘Aye. Keeps me young.’
‘How old is she?’
‘Be seven in February.’
‘You’re a lucky man.’
Bob Douglas smiles: ‘Is that what you came to tell me?’
‘No,’ I shake my head. ‘No, it’s not.’
‘Go on then.’
I tell him: ‘I saw Richard Dawson last night.’
‘At the Midland Ball?’
‘Yes. Although he wasn’t exactly having

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