lot. This isn’t just your jobs on the line here, it’s mine as well,’ Gates reminded them.
Brady knew that the jibe was intended for him.
‘I want to see everybody back here in four hours and by then we better be making some headway. I need something to give at the press conference this afternoon and it better be good!’
It was no secret that Gates was after the Chief Superintendent’s job. O’Donnell was rumoured to be moving on and Gates didn’t want anything or anyone messing up his chances of promotion. Brady decided to leave before Gates cornered him. He needed to talk to Matthews. The more he thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. Something wasn’t right. He had questions that needed answering; questions he should have forced out of Matthews instead of letting him go.
‘It’s not like you to be in such a hurry, Jack! Something you want to tell me?’
Brady stopped. Just as he had feared, Gates. Beside him, Adamson stood erect and self-important.
‘No sir,’ answered Brady dutifully, trying his best not to breathe. The mint had dissolved and he was sure that his breath reeked of the past six months he’d dedicated to drinking.
Unsurprisingly, Gates didn’t seem impressed with his answer.
He was roughly Brady’s height but, unlike Brady, he was fit, despite being ten years older. His muscular, toned body was a testament to the hours he put in at the gym. Even his receding dark hair was cropped fashionably short, making him look younger than his age.
His dark brown eyes unnerved Brady; they belied a cold, detached intelligence. The heavily etched lines on his face spoke of a lifestyle that demanded more than most people could offer. His skin was covered in harsh, pitted acne scars, some partially hidden by a permanent five o’clock shadow, but there all the same. Overall Gates’ face wore the cold hardness of his life as a DCI.
Brady couldn’t help but notice Gates’ large but slender hands with short, manicured nails as he irritably tugged on the sleeve of his black uniform with gold braid, exposing the cuff of his expensive white shirt.
‘We need to talk. My office in ten minutes.’
‘Yes sir,’ answered Brady.
He still couldn’t shake the feeling that Gates didn’t think he was up to the job. Adamson had made it clear he was out for promotion and what worried Brady was that Gates had made it equally clear in the past that he was heading for demotion.
‘You know DS Robert Adamson?’ Gates asked Brady.
Adamson flashed him a hungry smile.
‘We’re lucky to have him on board,’ continued Gates. ‘Just a damned pity we can’t persuade him to transfer here from North Shields.’
Yeah, damned pity, thought Brady.
‘And don’t be late,’ instructed Gates coldly. ‘There’s something we need to discuss,’ he added before turning on his heel.
Gates slowly cleared his throat as he looked at Brady.
‘Do you know what Lyndon Johnson said about J. Edgar Hoover?’
Brady shook his head. He wasn’t sure where the hell this was going but he knew it wasn’t good.
‘Better to have him on the inside pissing out, than on the outside pissing in. If I had my way, you wouldn’t be capable of pissing ever again. But for some unfathomable reason Chief Superintendent O’Donnell likes you. I don’t know what your hold over O’Donnell is, but be warned, when he goes, you go.’
‘Yes sir,’ acknowledged Brady, accepting that DC Simone Henderson’s transfer on personal grounds hadn’t won him any favours with Gates.
He had found out from Conrad that Simone had put in for a transfer while he’d been laid up in hospital. He couldn’t blame her. He would have done the same if it were possible. But with Brady’s record no one would have him.
‘What do you know about Matthews?’
Brady shrugged.
‘Come on, Jack. I know you two go back a long way. I’m suspecting your late arrival at the briefing was down to him. Am I right?’
Brady didn’t answer him. He couldn’t.
‘I don’t know why one of my best DIs lost his nerve but I can promise you this, I’ll find out. And mark my words, if I hear that you know what’s going on with him, you’ll find yourself in uniform walking the streets of Blyth until the day you retire!’
‘Yes sir,’ dutifully answered Brady.
‘Right, firstly you should know that I’ve called in Amelia Jenkins.’
Brady instinctively flinched. ‘Sir?’
‘She isn’t overly keen at the prospect of seeing you again either.’
Brady refrained from replying.
‘We could do with all the help we can get right now. The last thing I want is a repeat of the Megan Carter investigation. I want this turned around ASAP. Understand? And if that means you working with Jenkins then that’s what you’re going to do.’
‘With all due respect, sir, she’s a psychologist. What can she bring to a murder investigation like this?’ questioned Brady.
‘A hell of a lot as far as I’m concerned,’ answered Gates impatiently.
He placed his elbows on his desk and leaned forward.
‘If you’ve got a problem working with her, then just say. I can take you off this investigation and hand it over to someone else, Jack. I know for a fact that DS Adamson would be perfectly happy being partnered with Jenkins.’
‘No sir, I have no problem working with Dr Jenkins. I’m sure she’ll prove to be invaluable,’ replied Brady, resisting the urge to tell Gates exactly what he thought.
‘Good, pleased we’ve cleared that up. Jenkins should be arriving here in the next half hour. I’d appreciate you being around to brief her.’
‘Actually sir, there’s a couple of leads I need to check out as soon as possible,’ Brady replied uneasily. ‘I’ll make sure DS Harvey is around for when she arrives.’
‘If you can’t do it personally then I’d rather Adamson filled in Jenkins,’ replied Gates. ‘No disrespect to Harvey but I believe Adamson would be a better choice.’
Brady didn’t answer. He knew Gates was playing the old graduate card; as if that made Adamson a better copper. Harvey had worked his way through the force just like Brady, from the bottom up. No formal education, no favours, just long hours and hard graft.
‘Obviously, this is your call,’ Gates said as he waited for Brady’s agreement.
Brady shifted slightly. Gates had him over a barrel. It wasn’t his call, Gates had left him in no doubt.
‘I’ll instruct Adamson to brief Jenkins when she arrives,’ conceded Brady, standing up.
‘Before you go, Jack, I wondered if I could have a word with you? Off the record?’ Gates asked, gesturing for Brady to sit back down.
Brady’s mouth felt dry. He had no idea what was coming. Only that it had to be bad for Gates to be delivering it.
‘It’s about Claudia,’ Gates began.
Brady waited, barely breathing.
‘I’m sure you already know that O’Donnell’s sanctioned Claudia’s proposal?’
Brady numbly shook his head. He hadn’t even realised the post had been given the go-ahead.