'Well enough. It's something. Keeps him from getting under my feet.'
Shower apart, thought Pascoe looking at the broadly built, gaunt-faced, resentful-eyed woman before him, what else was there to lure Howard home?
He said, 'I shouldn't worry too much, Mrs Howard — '
'I don't need you to tell me how much I should worry,' she interrupted. 'Time was when I had to put up with patronizing pillocks like you for Jimmy's sake, but that at least's all behind us. All I want from you now is to tell me what's going off.'
'Why, nothing,' he said. 'It was you who came to us, remember, asking about your husband..'
'Aye, and if you really just thought he'd gone on the booze, I'd not be sitting here talking to a chief inspector. I know how you lot work, and I know what you reckon to them you get rid of, and there's no way someone married to one of them 'ud get more than the time of day from a plod on the desk if there weren't something serious going off.'
I really must pull myself together, Pascoe thought. Dalziel's righter than he knows. I've not been pulling my weight this week, and even when I'm going through the motions, I'm not really taking heed. Thick, unattractive, termagant, that's how I summed her up and that seemed enough. But she's not thick; and what the hell would I look like if I was in here worried sick about Ellie's whereabouts? As for termagant. . 'Lost your tongue or what?' she demanded. . well, one out of three wasn't bad.
'Mrs Howard,' he said gently. 'You're quite right. We are concerned about Jimmy, though without any firm reason for being so. If there were anything positive to tell you, I would, but there isn't. You know we had him in in connection with a possible drugs offence. There is no prospect of our charging him which is why we let him go. But the drugs world is not a healthy place to be even on the fringes of. If there's anything at all you can tell us, if you have any reason yourself to believe Jimmy could be in danger, tell me. I'm not asking you to incriminate him. This is between you and me. No recording, no record even. For Jimmy's sake. Tell me.'
There was no answer to Wield's ringing at Jane Ambler's flat. A neighbour emerged non-coincidentally just as he was about to give up and said, 'She's probably gone to work.'
'Always work on a Saturday, does she?'
'Sometimes. I just know she went out at her usual time this morning.'
'No one staying with her just now, is there? Or visit her late last night?'
'Not that I know of. You police?'
'What makes you say that?'
'Well you lot were round searching her place, weren't you? I asked her about it and she said it was all a mix-up. Still mixed up, are you?'
'Thanks for your help,' said Wield.
It didn't sound promising, but as he was heading for Wanwood anyway, if she was there, he could kill two birds with one stone.
DC Novello said, 'It was that video tape you were looking at, sir. There was something. . could we see it again?'
Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, she thought. And if what she imagined she'd noticed proved a chimera, then at least she'd be able to start her back-tracking right off!
Dalziel rose and led the way to the audio-visual room. With Wield in charge of the tape, it was stored safely away in its catalogued place. He put it into the player and switched on. Nothing happened.
'Got to switch on the monitor as well, sir,' suggested Novello helpfully.
'Wondered when you'd spot that,' said Dalziel. 'Here, you'd best have the remote seeing as you're a technological genius.'
They watched Cap Marvell's confrontation with Des Patten, saw the cutters begin to swing back, saw Wendy Walker's intervention..
'It's here,' said Novello slowing the frames down. 'You all seemed to be watching the chesty dame' — Dalziel glanced at her narrowly. Could there really be someone in the Mid-Yorkshire Force who didn't know about his thing with Cap? — 'looking to see if she were really going to swing those things at the security guard, right? But I was watching the skinny one. If you look at her, well, if you're trying to stop someone launching an attack, it's them you'd face, isn't it? It's them you'd look at as you were talking. But she stands in front of the fat lass with her back to her and her arms spread wide, almost like she was protecting her from the guard. And she never takes her eyes off the man, see?'
Dalziel realized that he'd done it again. He'd only had eyes for Cap. In slow motion he could see quite clearly the definition of her upper-body muscles under the wet sweater as she swung the cutters back, the quiet resolution on that still, determined face. Not the expression of a woman in a murderous rage, he realized. Gentle tap between the legs to clear her path perhaps, but it came to him now that he knew beyond doubt she wasn't about to coldly and deliberately fracture someone's skull.
He ought to ring her. He ought to get up now and ring her and tell her, no, there wasn't any new evidence but he knew she was innocent, and even if she weren't, it didn't matter..
Novello said uneasily, 'What do you think, sir?'
Dalziel said, 'Play it again, lass.'
By the time Wield got to Wanwood, the weather which in town had merely seemed on the drizzly side of murky was wild and wintry and the wind roamed among the trees like a berserker who, having stripped his victims naked, is now bent on rending them limb from limb.
The guard on duty at the gate said, 'You're out of luck if you want Dr Batty. Not here.'
'Oh. Place shuts down at the weekend, does it?'
'More or less. Get one or two people in usually. Got to be someone to take care of the animals, I suppose.'
'I'm glad to hear it. Miss Ambler in?'
'Yeah. Mr Patten said it was all right.'
Brooding on this strange choice of words, Wield drove up the drive and parked in front of the TecSec office next to a white Polo.
'Can't keep you away, can we?' said Patten as he entered on a blast of damp cold air. 'What's it today? There's no one here except us chickens.'
'I thought Jane Ambler was in?'
'That's right. There she is. If it's her you're after, she won't be long.'
He spun his chair to face the bank of TV monitors and pointed at one. On it Wield saw Jane Ambler in what looked like a cloakroom removing articles from a locker and dropping them into a sports holdall. At her side was a TecSec guard.
'What's going off?' asked Wield.
Patten spun back to face him.
'What? You don't know?'
'Know what?'
'She's been fired!'
'Eh? But you said that her and Batty. .'
Over Patten's shoulder, he saw Ambler go to what looked like a store room and open the door. The TecSec man spoke to her, as if asking what business she had in there. She seemed to be urging him to go in and check for himself.
'Had a thing going? Yeah, but that's all it is to the randy doc, a thing. Puts his own thing about in a big way. Of course it did mean she could cause trouble for him at home if so inclined, but not any longer, not since the night before last.'
The guard stood on the threshold of the store room. The woman gave him a sharp push, slammed the door behind him and turned the key.
Wield said, 'What happened the night before last?'
Patten grinned, clearly enjoying himself.
'Seems the doc got home to find his clothes shoved into a lot of bin liners out on the lawn and the locks all changed. His wife was onto him at last and had chucked the poor sod out, sent him running home to Mummy and Daddy.'
Ambler had left the room and vanished from the screen without appearing on another. The corridors weren't covered by the system it appeared. Patten glanced round as if alerted by Wield's straying gaze.
'Finished, is she? Good, she'll come back this way and you can have your chat with her.'
'I thought Batty was in a funny mood yesterday,' said Wield. 'But you didn't know about this when we talked, did you?'