got to go? What’s the rush?’
‘No, Don, you’ve got to go. It’s over.’
‘No chance …?’
With her decision made and the message delivered, Ed was rapidly losing interest in the conversation.
‘None.’
‘So that’s it?’
‘That’s it, Don.’
She was about to end the call but before she could speak he became decisive.
‘Okay, but don’t forget—’
‘Forget what?’
‘The phone’s mine.’
‘What do you want to do – recycle it?’
As if on cue Ed’s work mobile rang.
‘Work calls. Goodbye, Don.’
She thumbed off the personal phone, tossed it across the room and reached for her work mobile. It could only be someone from the Canterbury force. Stay cool, play it by the book.
‘DS Ogborne.’
‘Hi, Ed. It’s Brian … DI Saunders. I’m in the hotel bar and thought you might like to join me for a nightcap.’
Something cool … not again. She hadn’t come to Canterbury to jump straight into bed with another colleague. Ed hadn’t given much thought to DI Saunders but her first impression had been of a good cop and a family man. There was every sign that they would have been able to work well together. It was unfortunate that her arrival had resulted in him being pushed out to Maidstone. Surely he wasn’t hitting on her already? If so, she’d have to let him down gently. He wasn’t her type. Even if she’d been up for it there was no way she’d have been tempted.
‘Give me five minutes.’
Four and a half minutes later Ed walked into the hotel bar. DI Saunders was at a corner table, his glass already empty. Seeing her approach he started to his feet.
‘What’ll you have?’ he asked.
The barman was already coming to the table.
‘You’re empty. I’ll get them. What’s yours?’
‘Single malt, Bowmore. Thanks.’ Saunders sank back into his chair.
Ed turned to the barman. ‘Good evening, Gino. A double Bowmore, and a vodka tonic for me, please. Charge it to my room.’
‘Certainly, Ms Ogborne.’
‘You seem to have settled in well.’
‘It was easier here than at the Station.’
‘I guess so.’ Saunders looked shamefaced. ‘Actually, that’s one of the reasons I’m here.’
Ed relaxed. For the moment at least his late-night visit was work-related. Their drinks arrived and she raised her glass.
‘Cheers.’
Saunders acknowledged her toast and they sat in silence, sipping their drinks.
‘So, what did you want to say about work?’
‘Let’s leave that for a moment. First I want to give you the full story behind tonight’s incident in the pub.’
‘I assumed there was previous.’
‘Fynn McNally is the local big fish in a small pond. He’s behind most of the villainy that goes on round here. If he’s not behind it he expects a slice.’
‘What’s going on between McNally and DS Potts?’
‘It goes back to childhood.’ Saunders took a sip of whisky. ‘They were at school together. McNally’s always been a bully. Mike got some of it when he was a boy. Their lives went different ways and then collided when Mike became a copper. He wasn’t vindictive but he was always out to get McNally for his crimes. The trouble is, McNally’s a wily bastard; he’s smart and he knows it.’
‘I don’t see how that accounts for this evening’s outburst.’
‘There’s more. Three years ago Mike’s younger daughter, Susanne, was killed in a hit and run. The word is that McNally was responsible but we can’t prove it. He got to witnesses and made sure they’ll not talk. He knows he’s safe and the arrogant bastard enjoys rubbing it in.’
‘But attempted assault with a knife, surely he’ll go down for that?’
‘That was out of character, a big mistake. It was a crazy stunt to pull with all of us as witnesses. Of course, his friends will testify that DS Potts made the first threatening gestures and it’ll be their word against ours. He’ll not be inside for long.’
‘Thanks for telling me.’ Ed toyed with her glass for a moment and then asked, ‘Has Mike got other children?’
‘An older daughter and a son, both at university. He and his wife took Susanne’s death hard. Reminders from the likes of McNally don’t help. I’m sure Mike’s over the initial hurt but he’s collapsed in on himself. The drive he once had has gone. I think he’d like to put the loss of his daughter behind him but something’s preventing that. He’s always ready to go for a drink after work. I wonder if things aren’t too good at home.’
After the DI’s behaviour at the team meeting that morning, Ed was surprised Saunders was now treating her like a trusted colleague. She nodded sympathetically and thought she’d use the moment.
‘And the DCs, Jenny and Nat, what can you tell me about them?’
‘Neither has been with us long but both come with baggage.’
‘Don’t we all?’
Ed received the briefest look from Saunders as if her throwaway comment held particular significance but he quickly continued.
‘Despite their youth, I don’t think either’s had the easiest of times.’
‘How so?’
‘Nat played football, had a trial with Gillingham FC. He won a development contract but was let go at the end of the year. By all accounts he took it badly, gave up football and joined the Force.’
‘And Jenny?’
‘Ah, you’ve noticed. It’s clear he fancies her but, on that score, she’s more difficult to read.’
‘I meant her background?’
‘Right … something’s not gone well in her life. I don’t know the details but I gather it’s personal. Since joining the Force, she’s making good progress.’ He paused as if going to expand but appeared to change his mind and concluded, ‘Both are shaping up to be good officers.’
Ed took a couple of sips of her drink and waited for Saunders to continue. He filled the pause with a mouthful of malt before leaning towards her without touching the table.
Alarm bells rang and Ed became wary but Brian’s next words were not what she expected.
‘I’m sorry you had such a cold reception.’
‘It was to be expected given the nature of my arrival. I’m sorry you’ve been transferred to Maidstone. I was unaware, knew nothing ’til I got here.’
‘If you’re feeling bad, don’t. I’m the one who should apologize.’
‘You? Apologize?’ Ed was genuinely puzzled. ‘What on earth for?’
‘I’m not sorry to be moving. I should’ve made that clear to my colleagues. I’ve known them for years. Couldn’t