“What were you wearing on Thursday night?” Banks asked.
“Thursday? Dunno. Why?”
“I’d like to see.”
“Whatever it was, it’ll likely still be in the laundry basket over there. Nadia takes care of all that shit.” He glared over at Nadia. “When she can be bothered.”
“Oh, Danny…”
The laundry basket was only half full. “Got a plastic bag, Danny?” Banks asked. “A bit bigger than the ones you use for the stuff you sell.”
“Very funny.” Danny reached into the wardrobe and found a bin liner. “This do?”
“Nicely.” Banks filled it with the clothes from the laundry basket, then followed Danny back into the living room, which was warming up a treat now.
When they had all sat down, Banks asked, “Did you hear about the boat fire just south of town?”
“I might have heard something in the pub last night. Why?”
“Two people died in that fire,” said Annie.
“That’s a tragedy, but it’s nothing to do with me.”
“You think not?” Annie took a folder from her briefcase and opened it on her knees. “We have a statement here from a young lad called Mark Siddons to the effect that you supplied him with heroin for his girlfriend, Tina Aspern. What do you have to say about that, Danny?”
Danny looked mystified. “Look, you know I do people little favors like that once in a while. Like I do for you. You know I’m not some big-time drug dealer. I don’t understand this. What’s going on? You say you’re not drugs squad. You said this wasn’t about drugs.”
“It isn’t, Danny,” Banks explained. “Not exactly. I think I know what you’ve been trying to say. You’re not sure about us, about DI Cabbot and me, so you’re being very shy about it, but you’ve got a nice little deal going with the drugs squad, haven’t you? In exchange for information about the big guys from time to time, they leave you alone. You’ve got protection. You’re immune. It’s a dangerous game, Danny. Those big guys always seem to find out where the leak is in the end, and they’re not forgiving types. But that’s your business. I’m sure you know the risks already. Thing is, you’re not immune from me and DI Cabbot here. We’ve got nothing to do with the drugs squad. We’re Major Crimes. What we’re concerned about is the fire. It’s murder we’re investigating, Danny. That’s why we want your clothes. Arson, not drugs. Unless there’s a connection?”
“That fire was nothing to do with me. I wasn’t even near the place. Nadia and me was down in Leeds till yesterday evening.”
“Picking up more smack to sell this weekend?”
Danny scratched one of his underarms. “Seeing some friends.”
“Getting the itch, are you?” Banks asked.
“You don’t think I use that shit myself, do you?”
“Look,” Annie said, “did you supply Mark Siddons with heroin for his girlfriend Tina Aspern?”
“I don’t know who it was, do I? Wait a minute.” He looked from one to the other. “There was nothing wrong with that shit. Nobody overdosed on that stuff. It was well cut.”
“So you did?”
“Where’s this going?”
Annie looked at Banks and raised her eyebrows. Banks took over. “It’s serious, Danny,” he said. “You see, Tina Aspern was one of the people who died in that boat fire.”
“I didn’t know that. I mean, I hardly even knew her. Poor kid.”
“But if you supplied the heroin, Danny… You see, if she hadn’t been under the influence, she might have survived.”
“You’re not sticking me with that. No way.” He folded his arms.
“It’s a matter of culpability, Danny,” said Banks, stretching the truth and the law quite a bit. “See, if you sold her that stuff and it resulted in her death, even indirectly, then you’re responsible. You don’t think we’d bring you in just for selling a bag here and there, do you? This is serious business, Danny. Serious jail time.”
“That’s a load of bollocks and you know it,” said Danny. “You must think I’m stupid, or something. I didn’t make her shoot the stuff. I didn’t even sell it to her. It was him who bought it from me, the boyfriend. He probably stuck the needle in her, too. How does that make me guilty of anything?”
“It’s the law.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll wait to hear what my brief has to say about that, won’t we?” He picked up a mobile phone from the coffee table. Before he could dial a number, Banks slapped it out of his hand and it bounced on the hardwood floor into the corner by the stereo.
“Hey, if you’ve broken that…” Danny started to rise from his chair but Banks leaned forward, put his hand on the boy’s chest and pushed him back. “I haven’t finished yet.”
“Now, you wait-”
“No. You wait a minute, Danny. Hear me out. What happened? Did Mark and Tina rip you off, or did you figure they had more money stashed away on the boat and you’d go over there and help yourself while they were on the nod? You weren’t to know Mark wasn’t a user.”
“I never-”
“Did you go down there last night while Tina was stoned and steal the money? Did the man from the next boat see you? Did you get into a scuffle and knock him out? What made you think of the fire, Danny? Was it the bottle of turpentine just sitting there, so inviting? It was very clever of you, by the way, leading us to think the other bloke was the victim. Very clever.”
Danny just sat there shaking his head, jaw open.
“Or maybe it was one of the big guys who found out about your deal with the drugs squad? Was that it? A warning to you, Danny? ‘You’ll be next’?”
Banks knew he was winging it, just throwing out the line and hoping for a bite, and the farther he went, the more he could see that he wasn’t going to get one. Danny Boy Corcoran hadn’t been near the boats; he hadn’t killed Tina Aspern or Thomas McMahon. All he’d done was what he usually did, sell a few quids’ worth of low-grade smack to weekend thrill-seekers and, in this case, the boyfriend of a more serious addict. But there was still a chance that he might know something.
“What kind of car do you drive?” Banks asked.
“Red Mondeo. Why?”
“Ever heard of an artist called Thomas McMahon? He lived on the next boat.”
“I’ve never been down there. I don’t like water.”
“You didn’t sell McMahon heroin, too?”
“No way.”
“How did Mark and Tina find you in the first place?”
“It’s not difficult, if you want what they wanted. Word of mouth usually works just fine. Anyway, as it happens, there’s this mate in Leeds, said they’re all right.”
That was what Mark had told him, Banks remembered. “What’s his name?”
“Come off it!”
“His name,” Annie said. “If you don’t tell us, Mark Siddons will. His girlfriend’s been killed, remember?”
Danny looked from Annie to Banks, then down at the floor. “Benjamin Scott,” he whispered. “And don’t tell him I told you. He can be a nasty piece of work, can Benjy.” Danny clutched his stomach. “My guts hurt. Are you nearly finished?”
“Address?” Annie asked.
Danny gave her an address in Gipton. Banks would phone DI Ken Blackstone at Millgarth in Leeds and ask him to check out Mr. Benjamin Scott.
“One more thing, Danny,” Banks said as they stood up to leave.
“What?”
“As of now, you’re out of business.”
“What do you mean?”
“You heard.”
“You can’t-”
“I can do what I want, Danny. And I will. Let me put it simply: I don’t like drug dealers. You’ll be watched. Not by me, and not by the drugs squad, but by people I trust. And if anyone sees you dealing smack again you’ll be pulled in before your feet can touch the ground. Got it?”
“I don’t-”
“And if that doesn’t work, pretty soon Benjy and his friends will find out you’ve been two-timing them with the drugs squad. Is that clear enough?”