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.Tim hurried through the glass door.“Where’s the canteen?” he asked the receptionist.“Down that passage.Keep going until the end,” she said.She looked terrified.Tim ran down the corridor until he reached the double doors of the canteen.He could hear no sound coming from within.He peered through the one of the glass portholes.The sight that met his gaze was uncanny.The supervisors were sitting at two tables in the middle of the room.All were looking down at the table-tops, as if at something of interest.Andy Carstairs was sitting at a table at the top of the room, like a teacher supervising a class.He, too, was silent.He could just make out Verity Tandy, sitting on a chair near to the far exit.He couldn’t see Giash Chakrabati, but guessed he was stationed near the door that Tim himself was looking through, out of his line of vision.A tall, well-built woman wearing a white overall was standing near the window with her back to the others.All were motionless, as if deliberately creating a tableau.Tim tapped on the porthole.Giash Chakrabati appeared from his left to look through the glass from the inside.He opened the door.“DI Yates,” he said in a low voice.“What’s going on here?” said Tim, also keeping his voice down.“Nothing at all at the moment, sir.They all say that they can’t help us; that they don’t know anything.DC Carstairs is keeping them here until back-up arrives.”“He was following instructions.Back-up’s here now.Could you ask him to come and talk to me for a minute? Take his place over there while he’s with me.”“Haven’t you managed to get anything at all out of them?” asked Tim, when Andy had joined him in the corridor.“Not much.A bit of padding about the way that this place is run.The Nugent woman’s also indicated that they want Tony Sentance to join them.She says it’s because he’s their boss.”“Interesting.I wonder why they really want to see Sentance? To advise them, do you think, or give them a cue on how to handle this?”Andy shrugged.“I guess so.Or to accuse him, maybe?”“I can’t see that, myself, though you could be right.From all that you’ve told me, he seems to have a hold over them.Let’s see if we can break it by telling them that he’s scarpered.”“You’re going to do that now?”“Yes.I want to spring it on them as a surprise.It might help us to find out more.It may even show us that they’re not all involved, though I doubt that.”“What about back-up, if it turns nasty?”“Back-up’s here now.Eight cops from Boston.So we outnumber them.Are you ready?”Andy nodded.He followed Tim back into the canteen.Margaret Nugent swung round to face him.“Good afternoon,” said Tim.“I’m DI Yates.I’m sorry that we’ve had to keep you here for so long.I understand from DC Carstairs that you’ve been fairly co-operative and I’d like to thank you for that.But DC Carstairs also thinks that you might be keeping something back.” He surveyed the faces in front of him.All eyes were fixed on him, all expressions hostile.“Perhaps,” Tim added, “out of a mistaken sense of loyalty for someone? Mr Sentance, for example?”“Where is Tony?” asked the only woman seated with the supervisors.“Have you got him somewhere else?”“No such luck,” said Tim, watching her carefully.“I’m afraid Tony Sentance has absconded.”“Come again?” said one of the men.“He means he’s cleared off,” said the woman.“It’s probably a trick, though.” But her cheeks had reddened and there was uncertainty in her tone.“It’s not a trick,” said Tim, “though if he’s your leader I can see why you might think it.But policemen don’t usually play tricks when they’re talking about murder.”“We don’t know nothing about that young girl,” said another of the men.“She didn’t work here, despite the overall.”“We haven’t got to the bottom of that yet,” said Tim.“But I wasn’t thinking about her.I was thinking about your colleague, Dulcie Wharton.I found her dead in her flat about an hour ago.”He was watching them closely.None of them over-reacted, but they seemed unsettled.There was some shuffling in their seats, even some indication of distress, but mostly, he thought, they looked afraid.All except the woman, whose face remained devoid of all expression.“But she can’t be dead!” said the beefy one with the red face.“She was working this morning.I saw her.”“She went home sick,” said the woman laconically.“Must have been properly ill but we didn’t realise.”Tim’s eye travelled along the whole row of overalled individuals seated before him.He noticed that the man sitting at the end was having difficulty in controlling his emotions.His jaw was working and he was taking some very deep breaths.“Are you all right.Mr.?” He turned to Andy to ask for the man’s name.“I think it’s Douglas,” Andy whispered.Tim moved closer to where the man was sitting.“Douglas?” he said.“Is that your name?”The man nodded.He seemed close to tears.“He didn’t have to kill her,” he said.“The bastard!” Andy realised that he’d heard these identical words on his first visit.“Shut up!” hissed the man sitting next to him.“Don’t take no notice of Douglas,” said the woman.“He gets some strange ideas sometimes.”Tim looked along the row again.He sensed that it wouldn’t take much to break them now.He thought it probable that only the woman would hold out when they started the proper interrogation.“I don’t know who you mean when you say ‘he’,” he said to Douglas, before turning to address all of them, “but I’m guessing that it’s Tony Sentance.Just remember that, whatever misplaced loyalty you may feel you owe him or whatever influence he may have over you, he isn’t here to support you now.He’s gone.He’s trying to save his own skin without any thought of what might happen to you.Rest assured that we’ll catch him, too.It’ll only be a matter of time.So the sooner you start talking, the better it’ll be for you.”“I don’t believe that Tony killed her,” said one of the other men.He was spare-limbed, with a grizzled beard and an incipient pot belly that looked incongruous against his otherwise athletic build.“He wouldn’t have done that.He shouldn’t have trusted Harry Briggs in the way that he did.I bet he asked Harry to take her home.He never knows when to stop, does Harry.”“Will you shut up?” said the woman viciously.“What’s your name?” Tim asked the man.“Wayne.Wayne Stanley.”“Thank you, Mr Stanley; what you’ve just said is extremely helpful.Now I want to know when Dulcie went sick.What time did she ask to go home?” He looked at Margaret Nugent.“I’ll have to check my records.”“No, Miss Nugent, you won’t.You’ve got a mind like a steel trap.I know you know when she left.”“Some time between eleven and twelve.”“You can be more precise than that.”“It was nearer to twelve,” said Wayne.“It was almost dinner-time.She came to ask me to keep an eye on her gang until the break.”Tim beckoned to Giash.“Back-up’s waiting outside.I’d like you to ask them to come in now.” He called Verity Tandy over and spoke to her and Andy.“We need to caution all of these people and arrest them.Take them to Spalding.Put them in separate cells when we get them there.I’ll come as soon as I can.”Verity moved immediately to caution Margaret Nugent [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Tim hurried through the glass door.“Where’s the canteen?” he asked the receptionist.“Down that passage.Keep going until the end,” she said.She looked terrified.Tim ran down the corridor until he reached the double doors of the canteen.He could hear no sound coming from within.He peered through the one of the glass portholes.The sight that met his gaze was uncanny.The supervisors were sitting at two tables in the middle of the room.All were looking down at the table-tops, as if at something of interest.Andy Carstairs was sitting at a table at the top of the room, like a teacher supervising a class.He, too, was silent.He could just make out Verity Tandy, sitting on a chair near to the far exit.He couldn’t see Giash Chakrabati, but guessed he was stationed near the door that Tim himself was looking through, out of his line of vision.A tall, well-built woman wearing a white overall was standing near the window with her back to the others.All were motionless, as if deliberately creating a tableau.Tim tapped on the porthole.Giash Chakrabati appeared from his left to look through the glass from the inside.He opened the door.“DI Yates,” he said in a low voice.“What’s going on here?” said Tim, also keeping his voice down.“Nothing at all at the moment, sir.They all say that they can’t help us; that they don’t know anything.DC Carstairs is keeping them here until back-up arrives.”“He was following instructions.Back-up’s here now.Could you ask him to come and talk to me for a minute? Take his place over there while he’s with me.”“Haven’t you managed to get anything at all out of them?” asked Tim, when Andy had joined him in the corridor.“Not much.A bit of padding about the way that this place is run.The Nugent woman’s also indicated that they want Tony Sentance to join them.She says it’s because he’s their boss.”“Interesting.I wonder why they really want to see Sentance? To advise them, do you think, or give them a cue on how to handle this?”Andy shrugged.“I guess so.Or to accuse him, maybe?”“I can’t see that, myself, though you could be right.From all that you’ve told me, he seems to have a hold over them.Let’s see if we can break it by telling them that he’s scarpered.”“You’re going to do that now?”“Yes.I want to spring it on them as a surprise.It might help us to find out more.It may even show us that they’re not all involved, though I doubt that.”“What about back-up, if it turns nasty?”“Back-up’s here now.Eight cops from Boston.So we outnumber them.Are you ready?”Andy nodded.He followed Tim back into the canteen.Margaret Nugent swung round to face him.“Good afternoon,” said Tim.“I’m DI Yates.I’m sorry that we’ve had to keep you here for so long.I understand from DC Carstairs that you’ve been fairly co-operative and I’d like to thank you for that.But DC Carstairs also thinks that you might be keeping something back.” He surveyed the faces in front of him.All eyes were fixed on him, all expressions hostile.“Perhaps,” Tim added, “out of a mistaken sense of loyalty for someone? Mr Sentance, for example?”“Where is Tony?” asked the only woman seated with the supervisors.“Have you got him somewhere else?”“No such luck,” said Tim, watching her carefully.“I’m afraid Tony Sentance has absconded.”“Come again?” said one of the men.“He means he’s cleared off,” said the woman.“It’s probably a trick, though.” But her cheeks had reddened and there was uncertainty in her tone.“It’s not a trick,” said Tim, “though if he’s your leader I can see why you might think it.But policemen don’t usually play tricks when they’re talking about murder.”“We don’t know nothing about that young girl,” said another of the men.“She didn’t work here, despite the overall.”“We haven’t got to the bottom of that yet,” said Tim.“But I wasn’t thinking about her.I was thinking about your colleague, Dulcie Wharton.I found her dead in her flat about an hour ago.”He was watching them closely.None of them over-reacted, but they seemed unsettled.There was some shuffling in their seats, even some indication of distress, but mostly, he thought, they looked afraid.All except the woman, whose face remained devoid of all expression.“But she can’t be dead!” said the beefy one with the red face.“She was working this morning.I saw her.”“She went home sick,” said the woman laconically.“Must have been properly ill but we didn’t realise.”Tim’s eye travelled along the whole row of overalled individuals seated before him.He noticed that the man sitting at the end was having difficulty in controlling his emotions.His jaw was working and he was taking some very deep breaths.“Are you all right.Mr.?” He turned to Andy to ask for the man’s name.“I think it’s Douglas,” Andy whispered.Tim moved closer to where the man was sitting.“Douglas?” he said.“Is that your name?”The man nodded.He seemed close to tears.“He didn’t have to kill her,” he said.“The bastard!” Andy realised that he’d heard these identical words on his first visit.“Shut up!” hissed the man sitting next to him.“Don’t take no notice of Douglas,” said the woman.“He gets some strange ideas sometimes.”Tim looked along the row again.He sensed that it wouldn’t take much to break them now.He thought it probable that only the woman would hold out when they started the proper interrogation.“I don’t know who you mean when you say ‘he’,” he said to Douglas, before turning to address all of them, “but I’m guessing that it’s Tony Sentance.Just remember that, whatever misplaced loyalty you may feel you owe him or whatever influence he may have over you, he isn’t here to support you now.He’s gone.He’s trying to save his own skin without any thought of what might happen to you.Rest assured that we’ll catch him, too.It’ll only be a matter of time.So the sooner you start talking, the better it’ll be for you.”“I don’t believe that Tony killed her,” said one of the other men.He was spare-limbed, with a grizzled beard and an incipient pot belly that looked incongruous against his otherwise athletic build.“He wouldn’t have done that.He shouldn’t have trusted Harry Briggs in the way that he did.I bet he asked Harry to take her home.He never knows when to stop, does Harry.”“Will you shut up?” said the woman viciously.“What’s your name?” Tim asked the man.“Wayne.Wayne Stanley.”“Thank you, Mr Stanley; what you’ve just said is extremely helpful.Now I want to know when Dulcie went sick.What time did she ask to go home?” He looked at Margaret Nugent.“I’ll have to check my records.”“No, Miss Nugent, you won’t.You’ve got a mind like a steel trap.I know you know when she left.”“Some time between eleven and twelve.”“You can be more precise than that.”“It was nearer to twelve,” said Wayne.“It was almost dinner-time.She came to ask me to keep an eye on her gang until the break.”Tim beckoned to Giash.“Back-up’s waiting outside.I’d like you to ask them to come in now.” He called Verity Tandy over and spoke to her and Andy.“We need to caution all of these people and arrest them.Take them to Spalding.Put them in separate cells when we get them there.I’ll come as soon as I can.”Verity moved immediately to caution Margaret Nugent [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]