A few other guests were at tables in the dining area, having breakfast served by Alison’s stepdaughter Ginny. When she saw Flynn, her face brightened. She gave a squeak of excitement and rushed toward him with a big hug, after which she perused him critically, her face wincing slightly at his injured visage.
‘Mum says you can have breakfast with us, if you like.’
‘That would be great.’
They exchanged pleasantries as Ginny led Flynn through to the private accommodation at the back of the pub, where Flynn found a jaded-looking Henry Christie slumped at the dining-room table, munching a croissant and drinking coffee, the unsolved-murder file open next to him. Something he closed as Flynn entered.
He looked at Flynn as though he hoped last night’s magnanimous gesture was just a bad dream and was devastated when it wasn’t.
Alison emerged from the kitchen and, just to wind up Henry, Flynn planted a smacker on her cheek and said, ‘Mornin’, lover.’
‘Stop it,’ she said with a smirk.
Henry watched, annoyed, especially when Flynn gave him a wink.
‘Take a seat and I’ll get you food. Full English?’
‘Love that,’ Flynn said, raising his eyebrows at Henry. He sat down at the end of the table, ninety degrees to Henry.
‘Help yourself to coffee,’ Alison added over her shoulder as she disappeared into the kitchen. There was a filter coffee machine on the table and Flynn poured himself a steaming mug full of the superbly smelling brew, to which he added a dash of milk and sipped it appreciatively.
‘Morning, Henry.’
‘Morning, Steve.’
‘Sleep well?’
‘No — you?’
‘Like a tot plied with Calpol.’ He sipped his coffee. ‘You think I might call Diane? I’d better do that sooner rather than later.’
Henry indicated the handset on the table and said, ‘Help yourself.’ He picked up the remains of his croissant and folded it into his mouth.
Flynn called Diane at the hospital. She sounded exhausted and slightly bewildered. When Flynn said he had some bad news for her about the boat, it didn’t seem to register, so he didn’t push it. He did learn that Colin had slept well and that she was being picked up by her sister to get some sleep at her place and that Flynn could keep the Smart Car for the day. He thought it would probably be better anyway if he told her face to face that her beloved canal boat had been destroyed. And there was every chance she would hear it from another source anyway.
As he hung up Alison came back bearing a wonderful breakfast, the likes of which Flynn hadn’t seen for many a year. He gave an appreciative whistle.
‘All locally sourced, everything within a two-mile radius,’ she boasted proudly.
‘Fantastic. Thank you.’
Alison looked at both men and chuckled. ‘You could be bookends.’
‘What do you mean?’ Henry said.
‘With your faces. Sort of matching. But opposite.’
The men glanced at each other, neither enamoured by this idea, and Alison backed off, seeing she had hit a bum note.
Flynn chewed the end off a pork sausage. He said, ‘Henry?’
‘Mm?’
‘Tell me how you got your injury — y’know, your face.’ He pointed a fork at the detective.
‘Why?’
‘Seems hellish similar to mine, doncha think?’ Flynn leaned over and closely inspected Henry’s wound, part of which still bore the faint imprint of the weapon that caused it. ‘What was it? An automatic pistol of some sort? Two men?’ Henry kept shtum and let him speculate. ‘I know it was two men because it’s been on the local news. Just been watching it on TV in my room.’
Henry sipped his coffee.
‘Circumstances are a bit vague… something to do with the mortuary and the police spokesperson really had no answers as to why you were assaulted, but that two violent armed men are being hunted. Well, they didn’t give your name, but it was you, wasn’t it?’
Henry sighed. Waited. Deductions always intrigued him.
‘And if that’s the case, when exactly were you going to reveal to me that we were beaten up by the same men?’
‘If it ever became a necessity.’
Flynn bit another chunk of sausage. ‘You think you know me, don’t you?’
‘Slightly.’
‘Well in that “slightly”, you should know something.’
‘What?’
‘That no one attacks me and destroys what is essentially my home, and property belonging to two dear friends of mine and thinks they’ll get away with it.’ The words were said very flatly, matter-of-fact. Which made them all the more scary. ‘Now — you can let that happen and when I catch those two guys, and I will, Henry, there’ll be some very fucking unpleasant business you’ll have to clean up. You can go a long way to prevent that — if you want.’ He shoved the last segment of the sausage into his mouth.
‘Is that a threat of some sort?’
‘Just pure fact, Henry. I nearly died last night and, to put it mildly, I’m fuming about it. But I’d rather you just did your job, caught them and dealt with ’em. Which means us maybe doing some sharing of information.’
‘How exactly do you propose to get any leads? They were masked, they took you by surprise, they knocked you out… and also, there’s nothing to say they were the same men who attacked me. You surprised two burglars on the boat. The ones who attacked me did so openly.’
Flynn snorted. ‘Don’t insult my intelligence, Henry.’
The two men glared at each other.
It was Flynn who relented. ‘Look, tell you what — you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. Let’s stop pussyfooting around, eh?’
‘You first,’ Henry said.
‘OK.’ Flynn cleared his throat. ‘They wanted what I’d taken from Jennifer Sunderland.’
‘And that was…?’
‘I dunno, because I didn’t take anything.’
‘Did they say what they were after?’
‘No, I had to guess.’
‘So what did you take?’
Flynn burst his fried egg, wishing it was Henry’s face he was driving his fork into. ‘I won’t even grace that with an answer. Now show me yours.’
‘They were after something in her property.’
‘I assume they didn’t find it.’
‘Not if they came knocking on your door later.’
Flynn concentrated on his breakfast, Henry his coffee.
Flynn broke the uncomfortable silence. ‘Have you spoken to Mr Sunderland?’
‘I have — but I haven’t asked him the obvious question.’
‘Is it in your plans to do so?’
‘Duh — yeah. I want to get the PM done first, though. See if that throws up any nooky questions for him. He’s due to be seen later today.’
‘I’d like to get involved in some way,’ Flynn said. ‘After all, I did see one of them when I yanked his mask off, even though it was only for a second before I got knocked out.’
‘Would you recognize him again?’
‘I think so.’
‘What about spending some time with a police artist?’
‘Give it a go.’
‘But I think that’s as far as your involvement should go,’ Henry said. ‘And about what you’ve just said, if you take the law into your own hands, I’ll get you, Steve.’
Once more the men stared rigidly at each other.
Thing was, Flynn believed him.
‘And anyway,’ Henry said more brightly, ‘don’t you have a shop to run?’
The phone rang and Henry answered it. ‘Tawny Owl, can I help?’
Flynn smirked as he heard this. Henry sounded like a Girl Guide leader. Henry shot him another chilling stare.
It was Barlow calling from Lancaster nick. ‘Yes, it is me, Ralph,’ Henry said. ‘Not good… Face still sore, swollen… Look, Mrs Sunderland’s PM is scheduled for ten-thirty this morning, can you cover it for me? I want to have a look at something and then speak to someone on my way in. It’s… I’ve been asked to take over that unsolved murder… Yeah, the young girl… I think you worked that, didn’t you? Hm, yeah… I want to check out the scene and also see Joe Speakman on the way in… Yeah, he lives in this neck of the woods… I know he’s retired, but I virtually pass his house on the way in, so I’m going to call on spec, get his perspective on it