The Wood Beyond

Wield pressed his remote control and let the tape move forward frame by frame. The left foot advanced, the chest and arm muscles bunched visibly as the shoulders began to turn, taking the cutters behind her, like a tennis player winding up for a double-handed forehand drive. As she reached the furthermost point of her backswing, Wendy Walker came into the picture, putting her skinny body between the woman and the security guard, her back to Cap, her arms spread wide to inhibit any blow. Behind her they saw Marvell slowly relax. Then Wendy turned to face her, putting her hands on her upper arms and clearly speaking to her. They saw Cap's mouth open in reply, her expression relaxing into exaggerated surprise. Jimmy Howard appeared behind them and took the cutters from Cap's unresisting hands.

Up to this point Patten hadn't moved. Now he stepped forward and spoke. And the two women closely escorted by Patten and Howard moved out of shot through a door.

'So what do you think, sir?' said Wield glancing at Dalziel for the first time. If the Fat Man had needed a moment to control his expression, he'd put it to good use.

'It's OK but it's not Disney,' he said. 'We could do with subtitles.'

'Yes. I asked Patten what were said and he could only give a general idea. So I thought I'd get Howard up here to see if his memory were any better. Novello's gone to fetch him.'

Dalziel looked surprised.

'Chancing your arm a bit, Wieldy. You told his brief? I'm sure he'll be able to quote something in PACE that makes taking a prisoner from the cells to chat about another case without telling his brief a capital offence.'

'Probably,' said Wield. 'Except he's not a prisoner. There's nowt'll stick except driving when disqualified. So Novello's processing him out, then inviting him as an ex-colleague and a fellow professional in the security business to lend us a hand here.'

'Oh aye. Very green.'

'Sorry?'

'Recycling rubbish,' said Dalziel scornfully.

'We've got to take help where we can find it,' said Wield. 'I gather we've let Ms Marvell go?'

'Aye. Like Howard, nowt to hold her on.'

'Difference is, we know Howard's guilty, sir,' said Wield gently.

'And after watching them pictures, you reckon she's off the hook, do you?'

Wield was saved from reply by the opening of the door to admit DC Novello and Jimmy Howard.

'Hello, Jimmy. Nice of you to give us a hand,' said Wield.

'You've got a nerve after banging me up like that,' said Howard. But there was little force in his protest as he took in the brooding presence of Dalziel who'd spread himself across a chair which didn't look like it was enjoying his proximity either.

'Just take a look at this tape of what happened the other night, Jimmy, and see if you can recollect exactly what was said. Not just you. Everyone,' instructed Wield.

He wound the tape back and ran it through at normal speed.

'Bloody hell,' said Howard. 'You're not still going on about this, are you? I mean, what's the problem?'

'No problem, Jimmy. Just try to recall what was said,' urged Wield.

Once more he ran the sequence, this time in slow motion.

'I've been through all this,' said Howard. 'OK, when I came in after the skinny lass, t'other, her with the headlights, she's standing in front of Des, looking like she's just about to swing yon cutters at him

'How do you work that out?' said Wield. 'You must have been looking at her back.'

'Aye, but you could see she was getting ready for a swing. I mean, just look at the pictures. There it goes. She's not getting ready for a clog dance, is she?'

'Any words spoken?'

'Des said something like, Easy now. She said nowt, but she were breathing pretty hard.'

'Then what?'

'Skinny lass is in front of me. We've both stopped short when we saw what was happening.. '

'I'm sorry. Why was that? You stopping, I mean.'

'Well, it's like bursting into a room and finding someone with a knife at someone else's throat. You pause to take stock, don't you?'

'You felt there was as real a threat as that, did you?' said Wield glancing at the Fat Man who yawned and looked at his watch.

'You could have cut the air,' said Howard. 'Then the skinny lass shoots forward and jumps between the two of them.'

'What's she saying at this point?'

Howard stared at the screen then said, 'Hold it, Cap. Something like that.'

'And when she turns round?' said Wield letting the tape run on.

'She said, Cool it, Cap. We don't want anyone getting hurt here, do we? Not without cause. Something like that.'

'And did Marvell say anything in reply? She seems to open her mouth there.'

'Yeah. She said, Jesus, sort of long drawn out on her breath, like she just couldn't believe her ears. But she relaxed and me and Des moved forward and got them sorted, no more trouble. Look, what's the point of this? No one's pressing charges, are they?'

'Not about the break-in, no,' said Wield.

'About what then? I mean, what odds can it make to anyone who said what? You need a formal complaint for threatening behaviour.'

'Not always,' said Wield. 'And especially not when it's threatening with a deadly weapon.'

'That thing? Deadly?' Howard laughed.

Wield regarded him seriously and said, 'It's intent that counts, Jimmy, thought you'd have remembered that. And swung hard enough at your head, that thing could kill you, which in my book makes it deadly.'

'Kill…? Like up at Redcar you mean? You still harping on about that?'

'Mustn't leave any stones unturned even if it means turning some of them twice,' said Wield. 'So you're sure that's all you can remember of what was said.'

'Yeah. Sure. Why don't you ask them as did the talking anyway?'

'Well, we have. As far as possible.'

'What's that mean?' asked Howard suspiciously.

'It means you can't talk to the dead,' boomed Dalziel. 'Sergeant, get this scrote out of here. He were no use to us in the Force, why the hell should he be any use to us out of it?'

Howard wasn't bothering with even a token indignation, Wield noticed. There was quite a different expression on his face. The sergeant nodded at Novello who also looked as if she wanted to say something. But Dalziel rose and stretched himself and the movement, though free of menace, set the DC urging an unresisting Howard through the door.

'No further forward then, Wieldy,' said the Fat Man scratching his neck as though it contained something he would like to get out.

'No, sir,' said Wield. He wanted to add that Dalziel's dismissal had got rid of Howard before he'd finished with him, but felt that the moment was so unripe he could break a tooth on it.

'Peter gone home?'

'Yes, sir. He'd just gone when I got back with this tape.'

'And you didn't reckon it were important enough to call him back to take a look at it? Well, you were dead right, weren't you? The lad'll learn more watching Coronation Street than this. So, Howard set loose, Cap Marvell set loose, no more useless revelations from Troll Longbottom or Dr Death, we might as well hang the Vacancies sign outside the cells and head off to enjoy the weekend, Wieldy. Fancy a pint?'

'No thanks, sir. Better get back.'

'Quite right. Mustn't let your dinner spoil. What's it tonight? Parsnip pie?'

Provoked by the sneer, Wield said, 'Meatless day were yesterday, sir. Day after, we always get Dora Creed to go to town on a nice bit of lamb or mebbe a rib of beef. You remember Miss Creed, sir? Runs the Wayside Café?'

A glint of interest and envy touched Dalziel's eyes as he recollected the superb nosh Dora Creed dished up for hungry travellers out at Enscombe.

'Sounds like your ship's really come home at last, Wieldy. I'm glad for you. No one deserves it more. Goodnight then.'