Ash & Bone

At the end of their third circuit, the woman went back inside and Framlingham cut across to where Elder was standing.

'Coffee in the lounge,' Framlingham said. 'Ten minutes. Decaffeinated, I don't doubt. She's going to get hold of the surveyor's report they commissioned before the sale. Might give us a clue where to look first.'

Elder looked towards the line of trees and beyond. They got it sorted. Ben and George between them. Made it go away. 'They don't have to be here,' he said. 'They could be anywhere.'

'Think, though, Frank. It would have been the middle of the night. Party going on, plenty of people still around. Two kids picked up not so many hours before, promising them God alone knows what. I doubt they'd want to go far, risk discovery.' Framlingham pushed his hands down into his jacket pockets. 'No, you're right. They could be anywhere. But what my water tells me, they're somewhere here.'

With a sudden rattling cry, one magpie followed the other back into the trees.

Forensic Services rang back at twenty past one. Karen was eating a chicken salad sandwich at her desk, drinking from a bottle of mineral water.

It was the same officer as before.

'Detective Chief Inspector Shields?'

Karen gave a wary yes.

'I'd just like to hear you say you're sorry, ma'am. One more time.'

'You serious?'

'Yes, ma'am. Quite serious.'

Karen cast her eyes towards the ceiling and crossed her fingers. 'I'm sorry.'

'Very good, ma'am. Now you can have your reward.'

As Karen listened, asked questions and listened again, the smile spread wider and wider across her face.

Rising from her desk and crossing the office, she waited until she was close enough to Ramsden that her voice remained a whisper. 'Ke

After setting the tape rolling, she let Ramsden ask the first few questions, teasing away again at Ke

'What do you think, Steve?' she said, almost offhand. 'Similar, aren't they? Don't you think?'

'Kitchen knives,' Ke

'They are similar, though?'

'If you say so.'

'Part of a set.'

'Yeah?' As if it didn't matter; as if he didn't care.

Karen held them closer, almost within reach. 'Take a good look. Same kind of handle, same rivets, same carbonised steel. Good knives, professional.'

'Fell off that Jamie Oliver's lorry,' said Ke

'Whoever bought these, Steve,' said Karen, not to be deterred, 'they cared about their utensils. Cared about their tools. Wouldn't you say? Someone who knows the value of a good blade.'

Ke

'I asked Jane about them.'

'Who?'

'Jane Forest. You remember. She says she was there when you first brought them home. Says you were really proud.'

'You can't believe her. Not a bleedin' word.'

'Why's that?'

'Mental, isn't she? Doctors, pills, the whole bloody time. Mental.'

'I wonder why that is?' Karen said, looking at him hard.

Ke

'Come on, Steve,' Karen said. 'Save us all time. Admit it, they're yours.'

'Prove it.'

Karen leaned back in her chair and smiled. 'This,' she said, 'is the part I like.' For a moment, her tongue touched the edge of her lips. 'This knife, the smaller one, the one with which you attacked Vanessa Taylor, has your thumbprint clearly on the blade, in addition to being identified by PC Taylor herself. And this, the knife you attempted to hide -'

'I did no such -'

'The sample taken from the blood found on the blade matches your DNA profile exactly.'

'There was no blood!' Ke

'Not much,' Karen acknowledged quietly. 'Microscopic, but enough.'

'It's a fucking lie!'

'Sit back down,' Ramsden said, advancing on Ke

'You might suggest to your client,' Karen said amiably to Ke

Ke

'You'll be taken to the custody sergeant,' Karen said, 'and charged with the murder of Maddy Birch. Now get him out of here.'

She remained sitting there for fully fifteen minutes, alone, until the sweat had dried on her skin and the smell of adrenalin had all but faded from the room.

57

They'd taken a table in a side room, a bit of a hike to get served, but it was a small price to pay for privacy and a little elbow room. Karen had left her credit card behind the bar and a clear maximum that, the way Mike Ramsden was throwing down large Scotches with beer chasers, wasn't going to last a whole lot longer. Sheridan had wandered off and found a quiz machine and was busy testing himself on Sports Trivia 1960-1990. Which non-League player, coming on as a substitute in extra time, scored a hat-trick in the FA Cup Quarter Final of… Furness was prepared to swear he'd seen Denison saying a Hail Mary in the Gents and then crossing himself before sticking two fingers down his throat and throwing up so that he could carry on drinking.

'I owe you one, Frank,' Karen said. She was wearing a pale lavender suit with a soft short-sleeved purple top, the suit jacket back at the table, her arm brushing his as they stood jammed up against the bar waiting for another round.

'Nonsense,' Elder said, raising his voice above the general clamour.

'You were the one who made us look at Ke

'You'd have got back around to him sooner or later.'

'Later, most likely.'

Elder shook his head. 'Don't do yourself down. You did a good job. All of you did.'

She smiled. 'Do you always find it this hard to take a compliment?'

He found himself smiling back. 'Probably.'

'Anyway, I'm buying you di

'Okay. When's this?'

Karen glanced at her wrist. 'In about an hour's time.'

'You're serious?'

'Table's booked.'

Elder looked back across the room. 'People will talk.'

Karen smiled again. 'Look at me, Frank. I'm an almost six foot tall black woman of African-Caribbean descent, who's got herself promoted to quite a senior position in Homicide. You think people don't talk?'

They got away shortly after nine, the taxi-driver, for once, leaving them to their own devices.

'What you said before,' Elder began, a little hesitantly, 'about being black…'

And tall, Frank, don't forget that.'

All right, and tall. But you know what I mean, being a black DCI.'

'What about it?'

'I was just wondering…'

'Do I get any hassle?'

'Yes.'

'To my face, no. Behind my back, I don't care.' Karen leaned back and crossed her legs. 'Most times, women get promoted over a certain level, there's always blokes, you know, who did she have to fuck to get there? With me, it's more, who've the BPA got by the balls this time.'

'And that doesn't get to you?'

She fixed him with a look. 'What am I going to do? Throw a hissy-fit? Bitch back? I've lived in this country since I was four years old, Frank. Some things you stand up for, the rest, you just let it bounce off and carry on.'

Karen laughed. 'Was a time, I'd not have done this without thinking twice.'