Ruth’s face was slack. Alex was tempted to offer her a cigarette.
She allowed a couple of minutes to pass before speaking.
‘Are you okay?’
Ruth nodded and tore her gaze away from the letter opener.
‘Do you feel any better?’
‘Surprisingly, yes.’
‘It’s a symbolic exercise that gives you a visual representation of taking back control of your own life.’
‘It felt good, almost like I feel cleansed,’ Ruth admitted with a wry smile. ‘Thank you.’
Alex patted Ruth’s hand. ‘I think that’s enough for today. Same time next week?’
Ruth nodded, thanked her again and left.
Alex closed the door behind her and laughed out loud.
FIVE
Kim strode into the station, her mind whirring from the phone call. There was a suspicion nagging at her stomach but she hoped she was wrong. Surely no one would be that stupid.
With more than 11,000 employees, West Midlands Police rated as the second largest in the country, second only to the Metropolitan Police in London. The force was responsible for Birmingham, Coventry, Wolverhampton and the Black Country.
Divided into ten Local Policing Units, Halesowen came under the Dudley LPU and was one of four police stations under the supervision of Chief Superintendent Young.
Halesowen wasn’t the largest station in the pack but Kim preferred it to any of the others.
‘What the hell happened?’ she asked the Custody Sergeant. He coloured instantly.
‘It’s Dunn. He’s had a little ummm … accident.’
Her suspicion had been correct – clearly someone was that stupid.
‘How bad an accident?’
‘Broken nose.’
‘Jesus, Frank, please tell me you’re testing the theory that I can’t take a joke?’
‘Certainly not, Marm.’
She swore under her breath. ‘Who?’
‘Two constables. Whiley and Jenks.’
She knew them both. They lived at opposite ends of the police force age range. Whiley had been a police officer for thirty-two years and Jenks for just three.
‘Where are they?’
‘Locker room, M—’
‘Call me Marm once more Frank and I swear …’
Kim left the words unsaid as she keyed herself into the station and turned left. Two PCSOs walked towards her. On seeing her expression, they parted like the Red Sea to let her through.
She stormed into the male locker room without knocking and followed the maze-like direction of the cabinets until she found her targets.
Whiley stood against an open locker, hands in his pockets. Jenks sat on the bench clutching his head.
‘What the hell were you two thinking?’ Kim cried.
Jenks looked up at Whiley before he looked at her. Whiley shrugged and looked away. The kid was on his own.
‘I’m sorry … I just couldn’t … I have a daughter … I just …’
Kim turned her full attention on Jenks. ‘So has half the damn team that worked night and day to catch the bastard.’ She took a step closer and leaned down, bringing her face closer to his. ‘Do you have any clue what you’ve done, what you’ve jeopardized?’ she spat.
Again he glanced at Whiley, who looked pained but did not meet Jenks’s gaze.
‘It happened so quickly. I don’t … oh God …’
‘Well, I hope it was bloody well worth it ’cos when his clever barrister gets him off due to police brutality it’s the only punishment he’s ever gonna get.’
Jenks’s hands cupped a shaking head.
‘He just fell …’ Whiley said, without conviction.
‘How many times?’
He closed the locker and looked away.
A vision of Leonard Dunn came to her. Him waving goodbye with a smile as he walked away from the courtroom. Free to abuse again.
Kim considered the hours of work her team had sunk into the case. None of them had needed to be told to disregard the rota. Even Dawson had been first to his desk on occasion.
As a group they worked on a variety of cases ranging from assault to sexual crimes to murder and every case became personal to one of them. But these two little girls had become personal to them all.
Dawson was father to a baby girl that had somehow wheedled herself into his limited affections. Bryant had a daughter in her late teens, and Kim herself … well, seven foster homes didn’t leave anyone without scars.
The case had never left them for a minute; in or out of work. Off-duty, the mind wandered to the fact that the girls were still trapped in that house with their so-called father, that every minute spent away from the office was a minute prolonged for two innocent lives. That had been more than enough incentive for the long hours.
Kim thought of the young teacher who had summoned the courage to report her suspicions to the authorities. She had risked her professional reputation and the derision of everyone around her but she’d been brave enough to do it anyway.
The possibility that it had all been for nothing was a wrecking ball to her stomach.
Kim looked from one constable to the other. Neither looked back.
‘Don’t either of you have anything to say for yourselves?’
Even to her own ears she sounded like a headmistress chastising a pair of schoolboys for putting a frog in her desk drawer.
Kim opened her mouth to say more, but even she couldn’t continue to shout in the face of such abject despair.
She gave them one last glowering look before turning on her heel and leaving the room.
‘Marm, marm … hang on a minute.’
She turned to see Whiley rushing towards her. Each one of his short grey hairs and inch to his waist had been accrued throughout his career in the police force.
She stopped and folded her arms.
‘I … I just wanted to explain.’ He nodded back towards the locker room. ‘He just couldn’t help himself, I tried to stop him but he was too quick. See, we went there once … a while back. It was a domestic disturbance and he’s beating himself up ’cos we saw ’em, you see. The little girls … huddled up on the sofa. I tried to explain that there’s no way we could’ve known … stopped it …’
Kim understood the frustration. But damn it, they’d had him.
‘What’ll happen to Jenks now? He’s a good officer.’
‘Good officers don’t beat up suspects, Whiley.’
Although she’d been tempted herself once or twice.
There was a part of her that wished every courtroom was fitted with a trapdoor that opened and released child abusers to a special place in hell.
Whiley dug his hands deeper into his pockets.
‘See … and I’ve got one week to retirement and …’
Aah, now she got it. What he really wanted to know was how the whole episode was going to affect him.
Kim thought about Dawson’s face when they had entered the cellar in Leonard Dunn’s house and the first DVD had paralysed them all. She pictured Bryant ringing his missus to cancel a trip to the theatre because he couldn’t leave his desk. She was reminded of Stacey’s frequent sniffing and trips to the bathroom. As the newest member of her team, the bright, young detective constable had been determined not to show the depth of her feelings to the rest of the team.
And now the case might not even get to bloody court.
She offered Whiley a shake of the head. ‘You know something, Constable; I really couldn’t care less.’
SIX
Satisfied after her session with Ruth, Alex stood before the framed certificates that her patients found so reassuring. The MBBS from the UCL Medical School, the MRCPsych, ST-4 and Certificate of Completion of Specialist Training represented the most arduous years of her education, not because of the hard work – her IQ of 131 had breezed her through that – it had been the tedium of the study and the sheer effort of not exposing the stupidity of her peers and professors.