“I don’t know what to say,” said Clough. “I’m shocked. Stunned, even. And I thought I knew Jamie.”
“Evidently not. Anyway, Mr. Gilbert is in custody back in London at the moment. He’ll no doubt be telling the interviewing officers down there exactly what happened.”
“Jamie won’t…”
“Jamie won’t what, Barry?”
Clough smiled. “I was just about to say that Jamie won’t be saying anything. You don’t know him as well as I do. He’s not the type.”
“But you said just now that you only thought you knew him, that you’re surprised he’s a murderer.”
“An alleged murderer,” Simon Gallagher chipped in.
“My apologies,” Banks went on. “An alleged murderer.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Do you have any idea why Jamie Gilbert would want to kill Charlie Courage and Andrew Handley?”
“None at all.”
“Did he even know Charlie Courage?”
“I don’t know who he hangs about with in his spare time.”
“But he works for you.”
“Worked. If you think I’m going to keep a murderer in my employ you must think I’m crazy. He’s fired as of now.”
“He worked for you at the time of the murders. He was your chief enforcer. And he did know Andrew Handley.”
“Jamie was my administrative assistant. I already told you that.”
“What did he administer for you? Punishment?”
“He handled my business affairs.”
“Just exactly what might those be?”
“For crying out loud!” Clough looked at Gallagher. “Can’t you get him to stop this? It’s like an old LP with the bloody needle stuck.”
“Legitimate questions, Barry. Legitimate questions.”
Clough glared at Gallagher, who turned to Banks. “Get to the point quickly, Chief Inspector. We’re all running out of time and patience here.”
“Not me,” said Banks. “Barry, is it true you were fired as a roadie for bootlegging the band’s live performances?”
Clough faltered, clearly not expecting the question. “What the hell has that got to do with anything?”
“Just answer my question, please.”
“It was years ago. There were no charges or anything.”
“But you do have a history in bootlegging?”
“It was a mistake.”
“Well, pirating is big business these days. Movies, computer software, games. Big business. Maybe not as big here as it is in the Far East or eastern Europe, but big enough to provide maximum profits for minimum risks. Just the kind of business venture that interests you, isn’t it, Barry?”
“Chief Inspector!”
“Sorry, Mr. Gallagher. Slip of the tongue.” Banks could see Kevin Templeton trying to stifle his grin. “You’ve already admitted you know Gregory Manners, haven’t you?” Banks pressed on.
“I’ve admitted no such thing.”
“Mr. Manners has a conviction for smuggling. Customs and Excise had their eyes on him for a while.”
“What’s that got to do with me?”
“They had their eyes on you, too.”
“Well, if they’d seen anything they’d have arrested me, wouldn’t they?”
“You’re obviously a very careful man. It’s odd, though, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
“So many of your friends and employees being criminals. Jamie Gilbert. Andrew Handley. Gregory Manners. Charlie Courage.”
“I told you, I’ve never heard of a Gregory Manners or a Charlie Courage.”
“Of course not. My mistake. The others, though.”
“Like I said, it’s hardly my responsibility what my employees get up to in their own time. Maybe criminals have more fun.”
“One might be forgiven for assuming that they were merely carrying out your orders.”
“Assume what you want. You can’t prove anything.”
“I’d say if a man has one criminal employee, that might be carelessness, but two…?”
“Are we going anywhere with this, Chief Inspector?” Gallagher chipped in. “Because if we’re not, we can stop right here. As they say in the vernacular, either shit or get off the pot.”
“And you a well-educated man, Mr. Gallagher. Tut-tut. I’m appalled. Wash your mouth out, as my mother would say.”
Clough stood up. “I’ve had enough of this.”
“Sit down, Barry,” said Banks.
“You can’t make me. I’m free to go whenever-”
“Sit down!”
Clough was so taken aback by Banks’s harsh tone that he subsided slowly into his chair again. Gallagher said nothing. He looked as if he badly needed another couple of lines. Banks leaned forward and rested his arms on the table. “Now, let me tell you what I think happened, Barry. You had a nice little earner going, pirating software and games. You’d rent units in business parks all over the country for a while under phony company names, flood the local markets, using the same distribution setup you’d organized for your smuggling business; then you’d move on, like playing hopscotch, always one step ahead of Trading Standards. Gregory Manners ran the operation in the Daleview Business Park and Andrew Handley oversaw the regional operation. Just my guess, of course, but Andy wasn’t seen around the place as much as Mr. Manners was. Andy Pandy got very pissed off at you, perhaps because of the way you treated him like shit, pushing Emily into the room with him, passing on your leftovers. He decided, in revenge, to rip off the operation. To do this, he enlisted Charlie Courage, night watchman and petty criminal. Charlie probably arranged for the move to Northumbria and passed the details on to Andy Pandy, who arranged a hijack, killing the driver, Jonathan Fearn, a local wide-boy recruited by Charlie. How am I doing so far?”
Clough sat with his arms folded, a supercilious grin on his face. “It’s fascinating. You should write detective fiction.”
“But you suspect a double cross. You don’t trust what you hear about Charlie Courage. Maybe you don’t like strangers being brought in on things. Whatever. You lean on Gregory Manners enough to know it’s not him. Which leaves Andy Pandy. Then you have Jamie Gilbert and another minder pick up Charlie and ask him a few questions. The hard way. Charlie never did have much of a stomach for violence, and it doesn’t take long before he spills the whole scam. They take him for the long ride and blow him away, then they do the same with Andy Pandy, after they’ve beaten the whereabouts of the stolen stock and multidisc copying machines from him.”
“And where are these machines, then, seeing as you’re so clever?”
“Barry,” Gallagher cut in, “I’d strongly advise-”
Banks waved him down. “It’s all right, Mr. Gallagher. I’ll answer Barry’s question. Andy Pandy had a lockup in Golders Green, and it was broken into shortly after he disappeared. I think your lads also did that, took back the stolen equipment. My guess is that you’ve sold it by now and moved on to something else. How am I doing so far?”
Clough contemplated his fingernails. “Like I said, it’s a fascinating story. You’ve missed your vocation. See, Simon, they’ve got nothing?”
“Remember, Chief Inspector,” said Gallagher, “time’s running out. Shit or get off the pot.”
Banks paused, scribbled a couple of meaningless notes in his file, then got up and said to Kevin Templeton, “Take Mr. Clough downstairs to the custody sergeant, Kevin, and have him charged with conspiracy to commit murder. I’m sure Mr. Gallagher will make sure everything’s done according to PACE regulations.”
Clough flushed. “You can’t do this. Tell them, Simon. Tell them they can’t do this!”
“I’ll deal with it, Barry,” said Gallagher. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you out in no time.”
“What do you mean, you’ll have me out in no time? Out of where?”
“He means out of prison, Barry,” said Banks. “And if you ask me, I think he’s being overly optimistic.”