you if you had any idea where the guvânor is?â Woodend repeated.
Cotteral reached for his eraser, and began to rub gingerly at the surface of his report.
âHeâs in one of the interview rooms, Sarge,â he said, almost absently.
When heâd been a sergeant in the army, Woodend thought, heâd never have tolerated this casual attitude from the other ranks. But then, the army had been different. The officers heâd served under had had confidence in him, and would have backed to the hilt whatever action heâd decided to take, whereas Bentley â¦
âWhatâs the guvânor
doin
â in the interview room, DC Cotteral?â he asked. âTalkinâ to a suspect?â
âNot a suspect
as such
,â Cotteral replied. âHeâs having a bit of a chat with a coloured woman.â
The iron band tightened another notch. In later years, when he had learned to respect his gut more, Woodend would take it as a certain sign that something had gone seriously wrong. But for the moment â even though what heâd just heard was disturbing â he wasnât entirely convinced it was any more than just acid indigestion.
âA coloured woman?â he repeated. âDo you happen to know her name?â
âAs a matter of fact, I do.â Cotteral consulted his report. âSheâs called Victoria Jones, and she lives at 36 Balaclava Road, Canning Town.â
âSince youâre the one writinâ the report, Iâm assuminâ youâre the one who brought her in.â
âThatâs right. I was.â
âAre you beinâ deliberately bloody minded, DC Cotteral?â Woodend demanded.
âNo, Sarge,â Cotteral said, looking innocent.
âThen tell me who
told you
to bring her in. Did you do it on the guvânorâs specific instructions?â
Cotteral chuckled. âOh, they were certainly his instructions â and they were definitely
specific
enough.â
Woodend sighed heavily. âLife is full of choices, Cotteral, anâ Iâm about to offer you one,â he said. âYou can either give me a complete run down on exactly what happened â¦â
âIâm not sure the guvânor would be happy about me doing that, Sarge.â
ââ¦Â or you can run the risk of breakinâ your bloody neck when I haul you out of the chair anâ throw you across the room.â
Cotteral blanched. âFair enough, Sarge,â he said, after a few seconds had passed. âAt around half past two, the guvânor got a phone call in his office â and thatâs when things started happening.â
âWho was this phone call from?â
âI donât know,â Cotteral said. Then, as Woodend started to move towards him, he shrank back into his chair and continued, âI swear to you, I donât know. But whoever it was, it had an effect on him, because five seconds after heâd rung off he came tearing out of the Lair like heâd got a red-hot poker up his arse, and said he wanted the woman picking up.â
âDid he tell you
why
he wanted her pickinâ up?â
âNo, he didnât.â
âBut he must have told you what to say to her if she asked why she was beinâ brought in.â
âHe didnât do that, either,â Cotteral said evasively.
âThe choice is still yours,â Woodend growled. âTell me what I want to know or find out what it feels like to fly through the air. Itâs really up to you.â
âHe wrote her a note, put it in an envelope, and told me to give it to her,â Cotteral replied sulkily. âHe said once sheâd read it, sheâd come quietly.â
âWhat was in the note?â
âI donât know! Bentley had
sealed
the envelope before he gave it to me, and I wasnât going to open it, was I?â
âSo what happened once you got to Mrs Jonesâs
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