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  After twenty minutes of continually checking her watch, she approached the sergeant for the second time.

  ‘Yes, miss,’ he said, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

  ‘Have they forgotten me?’

  ‘Oh, I wouldn’t think so, miss. DI Marsden will get to you when she can.’

  ‘But I need to be on my way soon.’

  The smile disappeared from his face. ‘Really? I’m sure DI Marsden will take that into consideration. A note of caution though, Miss…’ he checked his pad, ‘Boldock, I would recommend you don’t voice any complaints to the DI. She’s not known for her patience.’

  Caroline returned to her seat and said no more.

  A further fifteen minutes passed before the door at the back of the reception area opened. Hannah Granger looked around.

  ‘Morning, Miss Boldock. Can you follow me please.’

  Caroline followed Hannah down a long corridor until they reached the end room. The walls were mud grey, and the large window on one of the walls was blacked out, letting in no light. A table and three chairs took centre stage.

  ‘Am I in trouble?’ Caroline asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable and nervous.

  ‘I’m sure I don’t know.’ Hannah smiled. ‘DI Marsden will be with you shortly.’

  Hannah and Tessa stood at the observation window and watched Caroline. She was fiddling with her nails, clearly worried. They waited five minutes, then walked into the room.

  ‘Miss Boldock, Caroline, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. We had a bit of an emergency. I’m DI Tessa Marsden, and this is my colleague, PC Hannah Granger.’ She put her file down on the table and reached across to shake Caroline’s hand.

  Tessa pressed the button on the recording equipment, said the names of those present, and then smiled at her victim.

  ‘Right, Caroline, you’re not in any trouble that I am aware of. We want to talk to you about Anthony Jackson.’

  ‘O… kay… Who’s Anthony Jackson?’

  Tessa and Hannah glanced at each other. ‘You haven’t heard about the man killed in Eyam?’

  ‘Oh, him! Yes of course I have. I just didn’t recognise his name. It’s not ten o’clock yet, you know, and I’ve had to travel from Sheffield to Chesterfield to get here for nine, so excuse me if I’m a bit slow.’

  Tessa tried not to let the grin show. This young lady had a bit of a temper.

  ‘So,’ Tessa continued, ‘we suspect you may know him as Anthony Parkson.’

  There was silence for a few seconds, while Caroline digested the information.

  ‘My god,’ she said eventually. ‘He’s Anthony Jackson? The dishiest bloke I’ve ever had to escort, and he’s dead?’ Her voice rose marginally higher.

  ‘I’m afraid so,’ Tessa said, her eyes on the young woman in front of her, watching for signs of unease, lying, withholding information. She saw nothing except shock.

  ‘Yes. The Newland Escort Agency advised us that you are one of only three girls who provided escort services for Mr Jackson.’

  ‘You’re making it sound dirty.’ Caroline’s tone had changed. ‘Don’t knock something you know nothing about, DI Marsden. I only provide an escort service, I’m not a prostitute. Some men, and some women, don’t have partners they can take along to functions, and that’s where we step in. We perform the actions of a partner, for the business side of their lives.’

  ‘You’ve never slept with any of these men?’ Tessa was curious.

  ‘I didn’t say that. You’re asking about Anthony Parkson… Jackson. I didn’t sleep with him. If any of the others die, then please feel free to interview me again.’

  ‘So where did you go?’

  ‘We went to the opening of a gallery, owned by a friend of his. I can’t remember the name of his friend, but the gallery is Poseidon, and it’s on the main road leading out of Matlock Bath. It actually opened on my thirtieth birthday, so I can even be accurate about the date; 23 of May 2016, if that helps.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Marsden responded, making a note on the piece of paper attached to the front of the file. That confirmed the information given to them by the agency. ‘And afterwards?’

  Caroline took a deep breath, then spoke slowly and calmly. ‘He drove me home to Sheffield, and I have no idea what he did after that. It definitely didn’t involve me.’

  Marsden gathered her papers together and stood. ‘Interview terminated,’ she said, and switched off the recorder. ‘Thank you for coming in, Miss Boldock. If we need to speak to you again, we’ll let you know.’

  Caroline watched as the policewomen walked out of the room. She stood as the young constable who had been to one side all the time, moved to escort her out of the building.

  She wasn’t happy. That interview could have been done over the phone, for all the help she had been. She wouldn’t have minded a couple of hours in bed with Anthony Jackson, but it simply hadn’t happened. He’d been the perfect gentleman. Even when he’d disappeared for ten minutes to talk to that quite delicious-looking black man, his words had been, “Susie will keep you company while I just go and have a quick word with Leon.” After his return he hadn’t left her at all until he helped her out of his car at the end of the evening.

  Gaynor Isaacs told a very similar story; out to a function and when the function had finished he had driven her home. Her evening out was a thank you party he had organised for his employees to show his gratitude for their hard work. She could remember meeting a couple of pharmacy managers, girls who worked behind the counter, and assorted staff from his main warehouse, but there had been nothing memorable about the evening. He stayed at the function about two and a half hours, then took her home.

  Tessa thanked Gaynor for her time, apologised for the long trek out from Sheffield, and sent her on her way.

  ‘What did you think?’ Tessa and Hannah were taking a break with a cup of coffee and a chocolate digestive.

  Hannah thought for a moment. ‘I think they were telling the truth. They had no reason to lie. And Jackson obviously didn’t hire them to sleep with them, so I guess he must have thought Bethan Walters was pretty special.’

  ‘She is. Stunning to look at when her face isn’t covered in bruises, and very articulate. I can imagine any red-blooded man being attracted to her.’ Tessa picked up her cup, her face thoughtful.

  ‘It’s so puzzling. Why didn’t the killer drive them to their destination? He could have killed them both there, and they wouldn’t have been found for some time. Instead they’re killed in a back alley that runs behind a pharmacy that’s not one of Jackson’s pharmacies. And yet Rowe is denying knowing him. Says he knows of him, because he’s in the same business, but that’s all.’

  ‘What business?’ Hannah threw the thought into the ring.

  ‘Pharmaceutical. You’re thinking…?’

  ‘I’m thinking pharmaceutical in a different way. Having a string of pharmacies is a bloody good cover for non-prescription drugs.’

  ‘Turf war?’

  ‘I don’t know.’ Hannah looked down at her hands. ‘We haven’t found any logical reason for his death, so maybe he was killed as a warning to somebody else.’

  ‘Leon Rowe? That’s a scary thought. Beth, who is clearly on somebody’s hit list, is staying at his home.’ She looked at Hannah, thoughts racing through her mind. ‘I need you to check every last little thing about Leon Rowe. Everything. If there’s anything the slightest bit dodgy, we’ll bring him in.’

  Hannah nodded, and stood. She picked up her cup and left.

  Brian held up the bottle of Glenfiddich, and Leon shook his head. ‘No, I’m good thanks. Until this Jackson business is put to bed, I need to stay sober. Have you heard anything from anywhere?’

  Brian shook his head. ‘Not a thing. It’s gone very quiet. Too quiet, if you ask me. For months he’s been wanting to talk terms with us, wanting in, and to be honest I was starting to think it made sense. He’d a lot of contacts, and a lot of investment cash. I was almost at the
point of thinking you and I needed to talk, to consider our options. This could have been massive for us.’

  Leon nodded. ‘Exactly my thoughts. So who the hell has taken him out? Who’s the third arm? There’s nobody else around here until you start getting up towards Newcastle and Freddie Greggs’s set-up, and he’s getting too old to be expanding. He was making noises about retiring, so I can’t think he’s behind it. Somebody down south?’

  Brian poured himself a small measure of the malt whisky, before answering. ‘Could it be somebody in Jackson’s organisation?’

  ‘It could, I suppose, but he was adamant he was a one man business. He hadn’t even got a partner, a Brian of his own. He was gob-smacked that we work so closely together, he said we could never trust each other fully, not in this business.’ Leon looked at Brian. ‘I trust you. There’s nothing you don’t know about me. I have to have complete trust in you.’

  ‘It’s always been like that, ever since we were kids. No need to think it will ever stop. God, Leon, we’ve been together for ever,’ he said with a grin. ‘It’s the main reason I didn’t want Jackson coming in with us; our relationship, whether working or social, is special, and he would have changed the dynamics. But I was seriously playing with the idea he could come in on a limited deal, I’d even made some notes to talk it over with you. I’ve destroyed them, in view of what happened. Didn’t want any nosy police turning up doing a search and finding any connection to Anthony Jackson.’

  ‘And Terry? Has he been paid?’

  ‘Well paid. He said the bodies would only surface if somebody took a St Bernard into Ecclesall Woods. Let’s hope he’s right. I’ve given him a bit more responsibility as well, that always makes sure they keep their mouths shut.’

  ‘Good. I’ll make sure I drop in at George Reynolds’ house, tell his wife I’m looking for him because he’s not answering his phone, and then give her some cash to keep her going. They’ve a couple of kids, so I don’t want her being without money.’

  Leon left the distribution hub feeling marginally better. Brian was always the logical, forward-thinking one; even if he didn’t have charisma, or imagination, he was unfailingly reliable, and Leon never had to worry about either the legitimate business or the darker one.

  Leon headed towards Sheffield United’s ground; Beth had said her home was close by the ground, and he wanted to see the damage for himself. He guessed he would find it easily, and he did.

  It was a mess. It was still enclosed within crime scene tape, and he pulled up further along the road. The roof had caved in, but the basic structure of the building was intact, even though it was ingrained with soot. He hoped the two girls had died quickly, they would have been terrified if not. He got out of the car for a short while, and walked around the building. He didn’t stay long but drove home, deeply thoughtful. Beth and Nan weren’t going anywhere for a while.

  Chapter 15

  ‘I need to get my car back. I’m not happy it being down there, and me a million miles away,’ Mouse said. She bit into her scone and sighed. ‘These are wonderful, Nan.’

  ‘When are you meeting the insurance people?’ Doris asked.

  ‘Tomorrow. Ten o’clock at my very poorly house. Kat’s taking me down, because I don’t want you in that place. It’s got to be dangerous and you’re a doddering old woman.’

  Doris hit Mouse with the tea towel, and Kat spluttered her tea all over the table.

  ‘Right,’ Doris said, a glint in her eye. ‘I’ll go with you, and I’ll drive that thing you call a car back here. You’re not well enough to drive it yet, that shoulder is still giving you problems.’

  Mouse stood and walked around the table, bent and kissed Doris on the top of her head. ‘You’re a star,’ she said. ‘I’d have been fine driving it as long as I didn’t have to go around any corners. You won’t speed in it, will you?’

  Doris laughed. ‘Mouse, Minnie’s a Mini that was built some time in the stone age. And when do I go faster than national limits?’

  ‘All the time.’

  ‘Okay, maybe a little bit, I’ll give you that.’

  ‘Kat, can we follow her home?’

  ‘Of course. Heaven forbid we should have a Lewis Hamilton travelling back from Sheffield.’

  Doris smiled and said nothing further on the subject.

  The area around Bramall Lane was always busy, thronged with thousands of people on match days, but at half past two in the morning it was devoid of humans, just the occasional cat slinking along in the shadows, or an infrequent dog bark.

  The night was warm and he wished he hadn’t had to wear black. He had walked for around half a mile, carrying his backpack and prepared to run if he saw any sign of a police car. The moon had helped; it was a mere crescent, emitting very little light. It was almost as if he had planned it that way, but this night was happening because the silly bitch hadn’t been in the house when he had razed it.

  And now, by calling in a favour, he had found her car just a minute’s walk away from her destroyed house. He’d no idea where she was, but eventually he guessed she would need the little red Mini. He could wait.

  He’d had to shell out a fair amount of money for the motion-sensor bomb, and the instructions had been explicit. They had to be. It would hardly have fitted in with his long term plans to have blown himself up while trying to destroy Bethan Walters.

  He cursed the fact that the Mini was parked underneath a street lamp; Sheffield’s street lighting was notoriously bad since they had replaced all the old sodium lamps, and was only efficient if parked directly underneath the light; the Mini was lit up so brightly it glowed. He stepped into a gennel and opened his backpack out of sight of anyone. He took the device out of the bag, held it for a moment and then moved towards the street again. A cat brushed against his jeans and he froze. He gave it a kick and the cat ran.

  Taking a deep breath, he moved towards the car, then knelt down as if tying his shoe lace. He slid his hand holding the magnetised bomb under the driver’s side of the car, then positioned it directly under the driving seat area.

  How to kill in one easy movement.

  He stood, dusted his knees, and moved back to the safety of the gennel. He took out the small remote activator, and pressed it twice, watching the green light glow. The man had told him it would remain active for seven days. The bomber hoped he wouldn’t have to reactivate it, he needed Bethan Walters dead before her memory re-surfaced.

  He walked quickly back to his car, and drove home sticking carefully to speed limits, the remote activator nestled inside an empty cigarette packet.

  He was in bed by half past three, his last thoughts before falling asleep were of a Bethan-free future. It briefly occurred to him that meddling Kat Rowe might know where she was, but that was a last resort. He knew the bomb would work, it had to.

  The house was an early morning hive of activity; all four occupants had bumped into each other as they tried to get ready and, as they eventually gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Leon said he would be looking at building an extension on the house if the two ladies were staying with them for any length of time. Luckily his grin told them he was joking. They hoped.

  Leon left first, kissing Kat and telling her he was going to see Brian. He would be available all day if she needed him. She kissed him back and said she wouldn’t, she was going to wear her clerical collar. That would stop any nastiness on the part of the insurance company, and Mouse would get everything she wanted. She smiled as she said it, but Leon knew his wife.

  Doris, Mouse and Kat had a second pot of tea, and then left just before half past nine for their journey into Sheffield.

  Doris sat in the back of the car, and Mouse in the passenger side.

  ‘You okay?’ Kat asked.

  ‘I will be when I can see some direction after today. And it’s getting urgent that I do some shopping. I’ve very few clothes, Kat. I lost everything inside the house.’

  ‘Get your knickers from Marks and Spencer,’ Do
ris said, absentmindedly, from the back seat. ‘They last for ever.’ She was busy scrolling on her phone.

  ‘Do I look like a Marks and Spencer gal, Nan?’ Mouse said with a laugh.

  ‘You’ve changed your life.’ Doris looked up and over the top of her glasses. ‘Are you listening to me, Bethan Walters? It’s either Marks and Spencer or a chastity belt. Make your choice.’ She returned to her phone to feed the pigs on her virtual farm.

  Mouse turned to Kat, her eyes wide. ‘If I buy some from Marks, can I shop online at Victoria’s Secret? And did you notice she called me Bethan? That means I’m in trouble,’ she whispered.

  ‘I’m old, not deaf,’ came the voice from the back seat. ‘I’ll be checking out all parcels that arrive at Kat’s house.’

  Mouse sank back into her seat. ‘I can’t win.’

  ‘No, you can’t,’ it came once more.

  Kat laughed aloud. ‘You two are amazing. You have a wonderful relationship, but Mouse, you should know this. Your nan will always win, and quite rightly so.’

  Mouse sank back into her seat, a smile on her face, hoping Marks and Spencer’s didn’t just do big girls knickers, and could offer her something with a bit of lace attached. She was getting her car back and in a couple of weeks would be able to escape to different shops…

  They pulled up outside the fire-ridden house, and all three sat for a moment and just looked at it. In there, two girls at the beginning of their lives had died, and each person in the car said a small prayer for them. Nobody spoke, they just stared.

  Eventually Doris voiced all of their thoughts. ‘Can that really be put right?’

  ‘According to the surveyor, it’s structurally sound. It will need a new roof and everything knocking down inside it, but it depends what they decide today, I suppose.’