Arms and the Women by Reginald Hill Page B

suppose. Got an address?'
'Aye. Sheffield.'
'Not so far, then. Set up liaison with South Yorkshire, then pop down there in the morning and check him out.'
'Can't do it tomorrow, sir. Day off.'
'Oh aye? And what are you doing that's more important than finding out who's threatening your colleague's family, Sergeant?' demanded Dalziel in that tone of high moral dudgeon he saved for underlings who dared suggest they had a private life.
Wield glanced at Pascoe, who said, 'Actually, Wieldy is very kindly entertaining that same colleague's family. He's invited Ellie and Rosie out to Enscombe to look round the Children's Zoo at the Hall.'
'Oh,' said Dalziel, slightly flummoxed. 'Right. That's fine. Only don't try putting it down as overtime. Best go to check Roote out yourself then, Pete. If you feel up to it.'
'It'll be a pleasure,' said Pascoe. 'I'm in court with Kelly Cornelius at twelve, but that should give me plenty of time.'
Shirley Novello listened and learned. These three had a pretty cosy relationship, she thought. Though perhaps cosy was not a word that fitted well on anything to do with Andy Dalziel. But they meshed easily together, like well-oiled cog wheels. It was a piece of machinery she'd like to get herself linked up with, but she recognized the dangers in trying to poke yourself too brutally among moving cogs.
She'd noted with interest the reference to Ellie Pascoe's job way back in the dark ages when they'd met. A college lecturer. Queen of the kids in never-never land. That figured.
'Right,' said Dalziel. 'That's revenge took care of. Let's move on. Cases in progress where your involvement in the prosecution could make it seem worthwhile to some no-brain wanker to get you by the goolies. How's that look?'
Pascoe winced at the language, then sent an irritatingly apologetic glance to Novello, who winced, less obviously, in her turn. Hadn't marriage to the Nutcracker Fairy taught him anything?
Wield shrugged and said, 'Nothing obvious. Any road, I'd have thought they saved threats for civilians. Cops they'd offer a bung.'
'Yeah, you and me, mebbe, Wieldy. But every sod knows fancy pants here's incorruptible. So, tell us, Mother Teresa, is there owt you're working on that gives you that funny feeling you're famous for?'
Pascoe, with more than his customary diffidence, said, 'Well, it is just a feeling, but for some reason I keep on thinking Kelly Cornelius.'
'Her!' cried Dalziel in derision. 'She's a lass, not to mention a sodding accountant. You've got more chance of getting aggro from a Siamese waitress.'
Putting aside this touchstone of timidity for future deconstruction, Pascoe said, 'She is actually being charged with assault on a police officer, don't forget.'
'Oh aye, but that were Hector, and usually they give you a medal for thumping him,' said Dalziel. 'Any road, why should she want to frighten you off? You're just keeping her on ice on this assault charge while the Fraud boys get their act together, isn't that the arrangement? They're the ones who are going to send her down for ten years when they finally get their fingers out. What's going off there, anyway, Pete? I don't mind helping out, but won't tomorrow be the third time you've had to go along and ask for a further remand in custody? And what's Desperate Dan know that we don't?'
Desperate Dan was Dan Trimble, Mid-Yorkshire's Chief Constable, who in Dalziel's eyes didn't need to know anything other than how to pour single malt without missing the glass whenever the Head of CID graced him with his presence.
'If I knew that, then he wouldn't,' said Pascoe. 'OK, I'm just concerned with the assault charge, but that's what's keeping her remanded in custody. Two possibilities. One, some accomplice wants her loose so that she can do a runner. Someone at the bank, maybe, who's afraid if this goes on much longer, she's going to start pointing the finger.'
'Someone like who?'
'Well, I gather Fraud are looking very closely at her immediate boss, George