Anna pocketed the card as Harry continued. "I told her, Anna. I said that as far as I knew, Frank had met with an accident, but I didn't have no facts—-just that he was dead. She broke down. I felt terrible. Left without getting the wife's perfume, I was so uptight."
"Listen, thank you for this, Harry—I appreciate it."
"Okay. I'd like to know when they're burying him; show him respect, know what I mean?"
"Yes, I do. I'll be in touch."
Cunningham was about to have another tetchy go at her, but Anna didn't waste time. Giving Cunningham the details from Harry Blunt, she said she felt it was important enough for her to meet up with Connie.
Cunningham tapped Anna's desk with the Petrozzo card. "Okay. Follow this up, Travis, and take Gordon with you." She lightly touched Anna's shoulder. "It was good work on the discovery of the bullet, but you were out on your own. I don't want to have to tell you again: I do not want you acting like a loose cannon, running around London alone. Maybe the bullet will give us a lead, but it could also come back and slap us in the face. You should have had a witness and you should have discussed your concerns about Mrs. Webster's statement."
"Ma'am, I did write it in my report."
"Don't interrupt! I do not want you going out on your own flicking inquiry. This is a murder investigation, not Anna Travis proving herself to be better than anyone else. As from now, any misgivings you have, any single thing that crops up in that little red head of yours, you discuss with me and the team—do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am." "Good. I don't want to stunt your obvious ability, but I will get you off this case if 1 feel you have disobeyed my direct order one more time. I am fully aware of the problems you had with Detective Chief Superintendent Langton—or, should I say, his problems with you. You consistently flaunted his authority. In case you are not aware, it's on your record sheet. If you ever want to get promotion, Travis, I should warn you that I'd add my ten cents in, as well as Jimmy Langton's." She left the room.Anna had to grip the sides of her desk to keep control. Langton had to be protecting his own backside, conferring with the arm-folding Cunningham. Anna was so angry that she wanted to pick up the phone and get him on the line there and then. Suddenly her phone rang.She snatched it up. "Travis," she snapped."Hi there, it's Pete. You were right: the blood on the bullet is not Frank Brandon's. We are running tests and seeing what the database throws up, so I'll be in touch later.""Good. Thank you," she said, still hot with rage."You know if you will make dinner tonight?"Anna had to take a deep breath to be civil. "Not yet. Can I call you later?""Sure. Don't make it too late, though, because if I am cooking, I need to get the food in—""I'll talk to you later!" She felt bad about being so uptight, but she just couldn't contain herself.She picked up the phone again and dialed an internal number. "Gordon, can you check out if they have a record of the marriage between Frank Brandon and Julia? And, Gordon, write this up on the bloody incident board, and give the duty manager details."She slammed the phone back down, and started her report on the meeting with Harry Blunt. If Cunningham wanted her to go by the book on every single detail, she would do so. The phone rang again. It was Gordon asking if she had Mrs. Brandon's maiden name. She snapped that it was in the file; he should find it himself.Cunningham arrived at the mortuary with DS Phil Markham. They had not completed the postmortem on Donny Petrozzo, but she was putting the pressure on for any new evidence. Ewan Fielding was irritated by their arrival, he loathed to hurry and complained that he had stated, innumerable times, that he was not able to give any details until his work was completed. Donny Petrozzo's body had already been "sliced," and his organs removed and weighed, so Cunningham was somewhat surprised by Fielding's annoyance. Looking over his notes, he said that the victim was a rather unhealthy individual. His last meal had been a hamburger and chips. He also had quite a high blood-alcohol level. The victim had been quite a heavy cocaine user. His septum was weak; there were still traces of cocaine inside both nostrils. Death had occurred some three days previously, but they had so far been unable to ascertain the actual cause. "I will obviously require time to do more examinations. That is about all I can give you at this moment.""Was it a drug overdose?" Cunningham demanded."I'm unable to confirm that," Fielding said wearily."But you have found cocaine?""Yes, traces. It appears that he was a regular user, but I don't have, as yet, evidence to prove he overdosed on that particular drug. I don't want you to take this as verbatim—but my gut feeling is that he
was overdosed; on what exactly, I am unable to tell you, but I think it was some kind of opiate.""Why do you say that?" Again, this was from Cunningham."From his heart. 1 am just about to run some tests. Until I have done so, that is about all I can give you."DS Markham looked over the body and then asked if whatever drug Petrozzo had died from could have been self-administered.Fielding glanced at him and shrugged. "Quite possibly, but even if his death was self-inflicted. 1 doubt he would have been able to place himself in the black bin linen—four of them, to be exact—and wrap them around his entire body with masking tape!"Cunningham had heard enough.Markham hurried after her. She banged through the doors, removing her protective green overall and tossing it into the bin provided. "Those pricks make me so pissed off. Pompous arsehole," she muttered.Markham removed his overall, then had to hurry to catch up with her once more as she headed toward the forensic department. Pete Jenkins looked up as the double doors to his lab slammed open and Cunningham strode in. "Hi!" he greeted her. "I was just about to call. We're pretty swamped with work on your case, but we have the clothing from Donny Petrozzo on the benches. Downstairs, they're stripping down the Mitsubishi.""You get something from the blood on the bullet from the murder site?""Yes. I was just about to contact DI Travis.""Well, I'm here, so what have you got?" Cunningham demanded.Jenkins picked up his report. "The blood is not a match for the victim. We have run it through the database but we have come up empty-handed; in other words, there is no match on file.""So what is your take on it?"Jenkins shrugged. "Pretty much the same as DI Travis: your gunman fired six shots, five into your victim. One shot clipped the man we believe was standing behind him. We've made a few more tests on the angle of the bullets and the spattering.""No, no! Let me look over Petrozzo's clothes. Found any bloodstains on them?""Not as yet, I believe, but we're still checking them over. His pockets were empty. We had no papers or identifying documents, but we got his ID from his prints.""Yes, I know. What about the bin liners and the tape?"Jenkins led them over to a tresde table. "We have four bin bags. Pathology department sliced through them as neatly as possible to help, but the bags and the tape are a common variety and hard to trace. Also, I would say whoever wrapped him up—and, by the by, did it very well, the body was quite well preserved—I think must have worn gloves, as we have as yet no fingerprints. Often we get a good result from duct tape but, in this case, nothing."Cunningham sighed and looked to Markham. "You want to ask something?"Markham nodded and pointed to the shoes. "Any bloodstains on these?""Nope. We have mud particles, but no blood.""So he wasn't at the murder site?""The footprints we have from there are not his size. He is, or was, size-nine shoe and, I think I was told, around five feet nine, so he wasn't the man standing behind your victim Frank Brandon. Travis and I have ascertained he had to be over six feet two or three—""Really? DI Travis seems to have spent a lot of time here," Cunningham said sarcastically. She gestured to Markham that it was time to leave, and walked off without so much as a thank-you to Jenkins.Their next stop was Vernon Lee, the ballistics expert. Lee had little to add, apart from the fact that the bullet was from the same Glock pistol and, as with the other bullets, they did not have the casing. Frustrated, Cunningham and Markham returned to their car.As they left the car park, Cunningham switched on her BlackBerry and began checking her messages. Then she looked at Markham. "You ever worked with Chief Superintendent James Langton?""No, ma'am.""Travis worked three cases with him. He rated her, but said she was a bit of a solo artist; got into some trouble with a journalist on one case. I need you to watch over her. I don't want her creating any more problems for me than I've already got.""Yes, ma'am.""And we do have problems, Phil, big ones. We're now four days into the investigation with fuck all, and Frank Brandon being an ex-cop is starting to create pressure from the chief. We need to get some kind of a result, and fast, so all weekend leave will be canceled.""Yes, ma'am.""You see Travis acting like she's running this investigation, you report straight back to me—understood?""Yes, ma'am." Markham didn't like this at all, and decided he would have a quiet word with Anna when he returned to the station. Anna and Cordon went back to question Paul Wrexler and Mark Taylor, who had both scored drugs from Donny Petrozzo. Again, they were spun virtually the same story. Donny always insisted that he was not a dealer; he could just get a few grams for when they needed it. Both the companies they worked for had used Donny's firm of chauffeurs when they required clients to be collected from the airport, or for special functions. Donny was not on a permanent payroll, but worked freelance; due to his good record, they had used him for over eight years. He owned a Mercedes-Benz and a Ford Escort, which he and his wife used for personal driving. Donny's Mercedes had not been recovered.When Anna and Gordon called in to the station. Cunningham had still not returned. Anna made sure that the duty manager reported to Cunningham, when she did get back, that she and Gordon were going to see Mrs. Petrozzo.Donny Petrozzo's address was in Fulham. As they were arriving, Gordon got a call from the station. When they saw Mrs. Petrozzo, they should tell her that a car had been arranged to take her to the mortuary. She was required to identify her husband.Anna was stunned that no one had yet been to see Mrs. Petrozzo to give her the news. "You know, DCI Cunningham should have sorted this out.""Well, I suppose as we only found him yesterday ..." Gordon said uneasily."We had him identified fast enough by his prints. His wife should have been told straightaway. It's really disgusting.""I suppose so." Gordon checked his