name?â
âVerity Beale.â
âAnd whatâs the last address you have for her in Woolwich?â
âRuskin Road.â
There was a sudden pause, as if the other man had remembered something which he
should
have recalled a lot earlier.
âAre you still there?â Rutter asked.
âEr . . . yes. Sorry,â Hoskins replied. âYou did say the victimâs name was Beale, didnât you?â
âThatâs right. Verity Beale.â
âYouâre sure about that?â
âIâve talked to several people who know her by that name, and itâs whatâs on her driving licence.â
âHang on for a minute.â
There was the sound of the phone being laid down, followed by the noise of several drawers being opened.
âSorry about that,â Hoskins said, when he came back on to the line a couple of minutes later. âBit of a local emergency came up as we were talking, but itâs been dealt with now. You say this womanâs name is Verity Beale and she lived in Ruskin Road?â
How many more times does he want me to repeat it, Rutter wondered. But aloud, all he said was, âCorrect.â
âWeâll look into it, like I said we would,â Hoskins told him. âThe only problem is, weâre a bit short-handed at the moment, so I canât promise you weâll get on to it right away. Would the day after tomorrow do you?â
âWe are investigating a murder here,â Rutter pointed out, âand you know yourself that the more time thatâs allowed to lapse, the less chance there is of getting a result.â
âTrue,â Hoskins agreed reluctantly, âbut we are very undermanned, you see. I could probably get you something tomorrow, which is still a lot quicker than if you went through the official channels. Will that do you?â
âItâll have to, wonât it?â Rutter said, trying not to sound too ungracious â but without much success.
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â I realise that the announcement of this tragic event must have come as a great shock to all of you here,â the deputy headmaster said.
He paused for a moment, and ran his index finger across his pencil-thin moustache.
âA great shock,â he repeated. âBut as callous as this might sound, I think we must all accept that, even in the face of it, normal life still has to go on.â
Positioned just behind Hargreavesâs shoulder, Woodend scanned the faces of the audience the deputy head was addressing. All these teachers were strangers to him, and most of them would remain strangers, but there were a few, his instincts told him, whom he would have much more contact with before this case was over. He had already picked out two of them â men who, by their reactions to the news, stood out from the rest of the group.
One, a thin, gaunt-faced young man, seemed absolutely stricken. The other, slightly older and wearing heavy-framed glasses, had initially adopted the same look of surprise and disbelief as his colleagues, but soon he was glancing nervously down at his watch, as if he had a pressing appointment which was far more important than anything he might hear about the violent death of a woman he had worked with.
âIn just over half an hour the bell will ring for the start of afternoon classes,â the deputy headmaster continued, âand once it does, I must ask you to remind yourselves that you have been entrusted with the education of several hundred young minds, and that that must be your first duty and consideration. Are there any questions?â
One of the teachers raised his hand, almost as if he were back on the pupilsâ side of the classroom, and when Hargreaves nodded at him, he said, âIs there anything we can do?â
âYou will have noticed Mr Woodend standing just behind me,â the deputy head said. âI have no doubt we will be seeing a great deal of him and his team over the
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