‘No need, I’ll drop by,’ Wesley said hastily and uneasily.
‘See that you do.’ And Horton thought the Super himself might want to personally take the photographer’s statement. Horton wouldn’t like to be in Wesley’s shoes. Glancing at the clock on the dashboard he thought his own might be rather uncomfortable when he showed up in the incident suite. But before he did he told Eames to return to Patricia Harlow’s house to collect that list of mourners who’d been at her aunt’s funeral.
FIVE
‘Bloody hell, it’s the missing detective! I thought you had eloped with the posh tart,’ exploded Uckfield, as Horton entered his office. Bliss was there and Horton could see that she was torn between disapproval of him for being so late and Uckfield for his politically incorrect comments.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ demanded Uckfield, nodding Horton into the seat beside Bliss.
‘Sailing.’
‘What?’
Horton hurried on before Uckfield burst a blood vessel and Bliss demanded his resignation for dereliction of duty, or for going against some regulation he’d never heard of. He explained his theory that the victim could have been taken to the boatyard by boat or that her killer could have arrived and left by sea after killing her. Uckfield looked far from convinced and Bliss was eyeing him as though he should be sectioned.
‘I can’t see any of Woodley’s associates owning a boat,’ she primly declared.
‘They could have stolen one. I’ve got Sergeant Elkins checking.’
She didn’t seem too pleased about the idea, probably because she hadn’t thought of it herself. He added, ‘And buying a small boat wouldn’t cost much anyway, especially as Sholby and Hobbs are flush at the moment, or they were before they bought new cars for cash.’
Bliss eyed him sharply. He relayed what Walters had discovered. ‘If it’s a pay-off from Marty Stapleton for getting rid of Woodley then not only is the timing wrong for our victim being the paymaster but Woodley came very expensive and I can’t see him being worth that amount of money when Reggie would probably have done it for a packet of fags. I think it’s either money from the Mason robbery and this garage proprietor, Mellings, is involved-’
‘Providing the van that was used,’ Bliss interjected.
‘Possibly, or Sholby, Hobbs and Mellings are involved in vehicle theft and fraud. Mellings could be fencing stolen cars and Sholby and Hobbs could be stealing them to order using Mellings as go-between to get rid of them. The cars Sholby and Hobbs are driving could be payment in kind, or stolen, re-sprayed and recycled, and I don’t mean in the environmental sense. They’re legitimately registered with new registration numbers but that might not be the vehicle registrations they started life with.’
Bliss addressed Uckfield. ‘I’d like to pursue this with the Vehicle Fraud Unit. It might be something we can use to get more information out of Sholby and Hobbs on the Woodley investigation.’
For one awful moment Horton wondered if she was going to ask to have him pulled off the murder investigation to work on it but perhaps something in Uckfield’s expression prevented her. Uckfield said, ‘OK, but we bring Reggie Thomas in first thing tomorrow, before the bugger can wipe the sleepy dust from his bloodshot eyes, and you can interview him. The warrant’s come through to search his mangy bedsit.’
‘I’ll keep you informed, sir,’ Bliss said rising. No doubt, thought Horton, hurrying off to email the head of the Vehicle Fraud Unit, and to read through the case notes on the Mason’s robbery. A result on that would put a feather in her ponytail and if it gave them new information on Woodley’s murder it would put a ruddy great bow in it.
Once the door closed, Uckfield let out a breath. ‘That should keep her amused and off my back for a while. So what else have we got?’
Horton swiftly relayed Eames’s views on the victim’s clothes and the possibility of enquiring at the top fashion houses.
‘Got contacts there, has she?’ Uckfield sneered.
‘Probably.’ But Horton registered Uckfield’s note of sarcasm. He was curious to know why the big man had so taken against Eames. Perhaps he just didn’t like her posh voice.
He then told Uckfield about Dr Clayton’s findings ending with the fact the victim had disguised her appearance. Uckfield frowned as he considered this. Before he could speak though Horton continued, ‘The reasons for this could be she’s someone famous, such as an actress-’
‘Unlikely!’ scoffed Uckfield.
‘She was known to someone in Woodley’s crowd and didn’t want to be recognized-’
‘But she was and that someone killed her.’
‘She was wanted by us, and hoped to go unnoticed.’
‘In that dress! And wearing a ruddy great hat! Hardly a disguise if she was on the run.’
Horton agreed. She’d been wearing the right colour for a funeral but she could have dressed more conservatively.
‘Or-’
‘There’s more!’ Uckfield mocked.
‘She was ordered to attend Woodley’s funeral as the paymaster-’
‘Yeah, we got that far-’
‘Because Marty wanted her taken out.’
Uckfield frowned and opened his mouth to speak but Horton quickly resumed. He’d been chewing this idea over for a couple of hours and was keen to try it out. ‘Let’s say Marty wants shot of Salacia.’
‘Who the hell is that?’
‘It’s Eames’s name for the victim. Salacia was the Roman goddess of the sea.’
‘Just shows what a good education can do for you; come up with poncy names.’
Ignoring Uckfield’s jibe, Horton continued, ‘Let’s go back to the beginning. Marty arranges for Reggie Thomas to take Woodley out. Thomas tries to oblige but is disturbed attacking Woodley. Reggie gets one of his mates to pick Woodley up outside the hospital and take him to a remote place to die. Salacia shows up at the funeral as instructed by Marty. She gives Reggie the nod, which we all miss. Reggie agrees to meet her at Tipner Quay for the pay-off for dealing with Woodley. Salacia’s been told by Marty, or via one of Marty’s outside contacts, that Woodley has to die because of the attack on him in prison. Salacia believes it. Woodley is expendable, and perhaps Marty did want to get back at him. After giving Reggie the nod at the crematorium, Salacia returns to the car.’
‘You mean her car?’
‘No.’ Eagerly Horton resumed, ‘We’ve assumed from her sun tan that it’s possible she lived abroad and that she could have flown into the country. But perhaps she didn’t come in on any scheduled flight. Perhaps she flew in by private plane. It’s not so far-fetched, as you think, Steve,’ he quickly added to Uckfield’s incredulous stare. ‘Marty’s got millions stashed away. He could probably afford to hire a jet. A small light aeroplane could easily have flown into Southampton or any private airport around the region although I can’t see her flying into the Isle of Wight, unless. .’
‘What? She swam across the Solent?’ Uckfield said sarcastically.
‘No, but she could have come from there by boat, and I mean a nice comfortable luxury motorboat, like yours. It would only have taken twenty minutes, half an hour at the most to get across the Solent. On her arrival she caught a taxi, or had a hire car waiting or travelled with this person who had been paid to bring her into the country. He drove her to the crematorium for her prearranged rendezvous with Reggie. Dr Clayton says Salacia ate a meal and had sex before she was killed and it’s unlikely she’d have done either with Reggie Thomas, or any of Woodley’s associates. It’s far more likely it was with whoever she came with.’
‘Wouldn’t this person have noticed she didn’t come back?’ Uckfield said dryly.
‘Yes, and he’s kept quiet because he’s her killer. Reggie could have been told to stay away from the quay and keep his mouth shut.’
‘Would Marty let Reggie Thomas live?’
‘Not for long.’
In the brief pause that followed, Horton heard the phones ringing in the incident suite. He continued. ‘We need to check out all the private airfields and the marinas.’