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‘Pleased to meet you, Cerys,' said Bryce, apparently unfazed. ‘You must be the chess player I've heard so much about. How about a game?'

‘Okay,' Cerys said. She looked tired, Mariner thought, dark circles under her eyes, but perhaps this would take her mind off things. She fetched the chess board and offered up the pawns. Bryce drew white and opened the play, and it was obvious straightaway that he would be more of a challenge to her than Mariner had been. He was also far more patient, talking Cerys through her options on several of the moves, to help her think her strategy through and almost, in essence, playing against himself. ‘Are you a teacher?' Mariner had to ask after a while, watching from the sideline.

‘Of a sort,' Bryce said, concentrating on the move ahead. ‘Except my students are university undergraduates.' Cerys made her move. ‘Are you sure about that?' Bryce asked her mildly. ‘I can see quite a tasty
prawn
exposed there if you do.' Cerys giggled and hastily withdrew the move, making another seconds later. ‘Much better,' Bryce encouraged, with a conspiratorial twinkle. ‘That's given me more to think about.'

Mariner watched as the game became ever longer and more complex.

‘Checkmate!' said Cerys suddenly and with almost as much surprise as triumph.

‘Ah, you have me!' exclaimed Bryce dramatically, sitting back and slowly shaking his head, as if he hadn't just engineered his own defeat.

‘Bed now, young lady,' said Elena. ‘I'll be up to tuck you in.'

Elena followed on soon after and now that they were alone, Mariner felt able to tell Bryce more about his involvement in the events of the previous day. Keeping his voice low, he described to Bryce what had happened. ‘Goodness, what a dreadful experience,' Bryce said, as Mariner recounted the discovery. ‘I'm sure I wouldn't have a clue what to do in those circumstances.'

Mariner could believe it. Commonly when meeting anyone new, he tended to be vague about his profession, citing something like ‘security consultant', but Bryce would find out the truth soon enough so there was no sense in his being coy. ‘Actually I've had a bit of practice,' he said. ‘I'm a police officer with the West Midlands service.'

Individual reactions could often be interesting, but Bryce took it in his stride. ‘Oh, I see,' he said. ‘What a stroke of luck that you were there and knew exactly what to do.'

‘In the practical sense, yes.' Mariner looked up as Elena came back into the kitchen.

‘What an extraordinary life you must lead,' Bryce said to Mariner. ‘It makes my existence seem very dull by comparison.'

‘I'm sure your job must come with its own pressures,' Mar-iner said.

‘Of a sort, but all this makes what I do for a living seem rather pathetic. I couldn't even hack it as a teacher; those who can, teach, those who can't … You know the rest. It was the discipline I struggled with, that and the increasing numbers of children who really didn't have any interest whatever in learning.'

‘But you're in a unique position now to help young people achieve their goals,' Elena said. ‘There must be some satisfaction in that.'

‘Well yes, though I'm not sure that we're preparing them for anything useful these days, nor am I convinced that many of them appreciate the education for its own sake.'

‘You sound rather disillusioned,' Mariner said.

‘Really, do I? Oh well, perhaps I am a little, but that isn't to say that I don't enjoy my job. It allows me a wonderful opportunity to indulge my passion for reading, even if the fruits of my research are wasted on many of my students.'

‘Which institution are you at?'

‘Oh, not a particularly academic one; it's one of those that started out as a polytechnic.' He seemed preoccupied. ‘So this killing; they're sure it couldn't possibly be him, this man McGinley I mean?' he persisted, changing the subject abruptly.

‘There's no indication that it is,' Mariner said. ‘What makes you say that?'

‘Nothing, I mean … goodness.' Something was bothering him.

‘What is it?' said Mariner.

‘This morning I was coming down off the top of Troel Maen when it started to pelt down with rain. There was a derelict hut, a byre or something I suppose. Anyway, I ducked inside out of the rain to get my waterproofs on, which I did, but then my eyes adjusted to the dark and I noticed that there were signs that someone was living there; some empty cans, a bit of what looked like firewood and some firelighters, a couple of recent newspapers. And I thought I heard something.'

‘What kind of something?'

‘Well, like a movement, a rustling sound, and I had a definite feeling that I wasn't alone. I just finished getting my jacket on and got out of there as quickly as I could. Afterwards I just thought I could have been imagining it, or that perhaps it was simply a scavenging rat or something. After all, I didn't actually see anything; only what someone might have left behind.'

For the first time Mariner felt a vague unease about Glenn McGinley. There didn't seem to be any question that he'd headed west, rather than south. But Mariner, more than anyone here, knew that police deduction wasn't entirely infallible. Once again he heard himself saying, ‘Given what's happened I think it's worth reporting,' Mariner said. ‘It may be nothing, but equally it could be important. I'll give the local police a call. I'm sure they'll want to come and talk to you.' Mariner took out Fielding's card from his wallet. ‘Do you mind?' he asked Elena.

‘No, of course.'

‘If you just show me roughly the whereabouts of the hut, I can give them co-ordinates,' he said to Bryce.

‘Yes, I think I can do that.'

Locating the byre was no easy task, as Bryce's map-reading skills were limited to say the least. When Mariner put through the call a few minutes later, neither Griffith nor Fielding were available, which didn't surprise him at this hour. Speaking to the civilian operator, Mariner simply reported what Bryce had seen, giving the map co-ordinates, leaving his Welsh colleagues to draw their own conclusions.

Bryce's eyelids were starting to droop and soon after the call he announced that he would like to turn in. Elena stopped him as he was going out of the door. ‘Don't know if this might be useful,' she handed Bryce a bottle of Night Nurse. ‘Might help you sleep.'

‘Thank you, that's very kind.' Bryce said. ‘I must say, I'm ready for my bed now.'

‘I'll catch you up,' Mariner said to Bryce. ‘Let you get settled.' And seeing Bryce across the yard, he followed Elena back into her kitchen. ‘Sorry to drop Bryce on you as well,' he said. ‘I felt sorry for him. You're sure you're okay with it?'

‘Doesn't make much difference,' she said, lightly. ‘In fact it might be better. If my ex turns up now, I can just tell him you're a gay couple.'

‘Thanks,' said Mariner sardonically. ‘Well, I'd best make tracks too.' Getting up, he put his mug in the sink. ‘Thanks for the dinner, and for taking pity on a couple of waifs and strays.'

‘We do seem to have a thing about waifs and strays round here,' said Elena. She got up too and came to the door to lock up behind him.

‘Make sure you lock it securely.'

She made a mock salute. ‘Yes, Officer. I don't know how I'd manage without you here.'

‘Sorry.' Mariner's smile acknowledged his mistake. ‘Force of habit.'

‘I forgive you,' she said and stepped back, gently closing the door.

Bryce was in the kitchen making a hot drink when Mariner got to the hostel. ‘I'm terribly grateful to you for arranging this,' he said, waving his arms around vaguely. ‘I don't know what I'd have done.'

‘No problem,' said Mariner. ‘You look all in.'

‘Yes, I think I'll sleep quite soundly tonight. Although I can't stop thinking about what happened to that young man. I don't know,' said Bryce. ‘You do what you can to keep your children safe, but sometimes you're powerless.' There was a catch in his voice as he said it.

‘You sound as if you're speaking from experience,' Mariner said, carefully.

‘The locket,' Bryce said. ‘Did you open it?'

‘Yes.'

‘The lock of hair was my daughter's,' he said, his voice trembling with emotion. ‘It's all we have left of her.' He looked up at Mariner, his eyes glistening. ‘But that's a story for another day,' he said before Mariner could ask.

‘I'm sorry,' Mariner said.

Getting to his feet Bryce gripped Mariner's shoulder before shuffling past him and up the stairs, suddenly looking like a very old man.

As he ascended the stairs some time later Mariner became aware of a growing rumbling sound. Bryce was asleep and snoring so loudly through his blocked nose that the room itself seemed to vibrate; something Mariner had failed to anticipate. It was going to be like trying to sleep on the runway at Elmdon. After a moment of indecision, he gathered up his sleeping bag and retreated up to the attic room where he cleared a space, threw a mattress on the floor and bedded down on that falling instantly into a deep sleep.

TWENTY-TWO
Day Seven

F
irst thing on Monday morning Tony Knox arrived in the office to find Charlie Glover leaning against his desk, arms folded and his naturally cheerful face grim. He looked in need of a shave and a change of clothes and was instantly recognizable as an officer in the middle of a tough investigation. With Mariner out of the picture, this would be Glover's first big one. ‘Kirsty Fullerton died in the early hours of this morning,' he told Knox, without drama.

‘Jesus.' Knox slumped down into the chair behind his desk, suddenly exhausted although the day had only just begun. ‘Do they know what it was?'

‘Mephedrone probably.'

‘Meow-meow,' said Knox, using its street name.

‘It's consistent with what the PM says and one of the kids got a look at it and said that it was a bright green pill.'

‘Did she know where Kirsty got it?'

‘No such luck.'

‘You think she had a bad reaction?'

‘It's what it looks like. If we can establish who gave it to her, we could be looking at manslaughter.'

‘Any progress with that?'

‘We're continuing to gather witness statements from all the kids. With the help of Kirsty's parents I've been monitoring her Facebook page too, in case any of them lets anything slip. But to be honest they're still all over the place, and most of them don't know anything. You know what it was like there.'

‘Yeah, dark, chaotic and noisy.'

Glover nodded. ‘A lot of them don't even seem to remember seeing Kirsty, let alone who she was hanging out with. We're getting the picture that it all happened upstairs in one of the bedrooms. I'm pretty sure a couple of the girls who arrived with her know more than they're letting on, but we can't get them to open up, even though we've made it quite clear that they won't be in any trouble if they do. I get the impression that it's not us they're worried about.'

‘So who or what are they afraid of?' Knox speculated. ‘Their parents?'

‘Gut feeling?' said Glover. ‘The parents are as anxious for answers as we are. There but for the grace of God, and all that. If this was a different group of kids in a different part of the city I'd say they were terrified of grassing up the wrong people, but this is not that kind of neighbourhood. These are nice kids from good homes.'

‘Well, keep me in touch,' Knox said. ‘And if I think of anything …'

‘Thanks, I appreciate it. Any news on the boss?' Glover asked.

‘Yeah, I spoke to him yesterday,' said Knox. ‘He's fine; enjoying himself.'

‘He's not worried about this McGinley then.'

‘The only one who's concerned about
him
is Millie, for no other reason than her overactive imagination,' Knox said. ‘We've all got enough on our plates without looking for more trouble.'

‘That's what I thought,' said Glover, satisfied. ‘Anyway, I'd best get on. I need to check in with the Fullertons again.'

‘Sure,' said Knox. ‘And Charlie?' he called as his colleague reached the door. ‘Don't forget to eat and sleep, or you'll be no use to anyone.'

When Glover had gone, Knox sat for a few moments reflecting again on the events of the previous Saturday, racking his brains to think of anything he might have seen that would give a clue to the supplier, but he could come up with nothing.

After a while he switched on his PC and spent the time he had before his main business of the day – a court appearance – surfing the web for information Mariner had asked him to track down. In the short time he had, he managed to come up with some interesting findings, and by ten o'clock he was hanging around inside the city law courts, waiting to give evidence against two thugs he'd charged months previously with aggravated burglary.

It was one of the most frustrating aspects of the job that hours could be spent waiting to be called as a witness, though at least with the advent of mobile phones that time need not be completely wasted. It was while the court was working its way through the forensic evidence with the help of several expert witnesses that Knox slipped out of the front entrance and put through a call to Katarina's place of work. He'd tried phoning her on the mobile number Mariner had given him, but without success. Eventually he gave in and tried the work number Mariner had given him at the Brasshouse language centre, where she was an Albanian translator. But he didn't get much joy there either. Despite the fact that Kat had not shown up for work for several days, her boss Luke Mayer seemed very relaxed. ‘She works hard,' he told Knox. ‘She's called out at all hours, quite often for you guys, and has been working solidly for months. I wouldn't be surprised if she's taken a few days off.'

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