thought she was a young woman called Christina, but you knew differently.’
‘I don’t keep track of your cases, Sheldon.’
‘But you did with Billy’s murder. You spoke to me about it, wanted to know how things were going, and when I brought in Christina, you knew her. I saw it in your face, when you met her in the corridor. You looked shocked.’
‘You must be mistaken.’
Sheldon felt the anger build in him, more than a year of frustration of not knowing the answers about Alice Kenyon. His late night vigils outside Billy’s house. His wife walking out on him. Hannah, his daughter, growing distant.
He slammed his hand on the desk. Dixon jumped back, startled.
‘Liar!’ he shouted. He held up Lucy’s file and waved it angrily. ‘You took quite an interest in her six months ago. Except that Christina was called Lucy Crane back then. You made sure her shoplifting case went away. Why did you do that?’
Dixon’s eyes widened and she swallowed. ‘I am your senior officer,’ she said, although Sheldon heard the tremble in her voice.
‘Report me then, and I can tell everyone about this,’ and he threw the file across the desk. It slid towards her.
‘Sometimes I decide which cases we are proceeding with,’ Dixon said. ‘Cases cost money and manpower.’
‘So you remember her now?’
Dixon looked as if she was about to say something, but then she stopped and looked at her desk.
‘But why this case?’ Sheldon said, leaning across to jab the file with his finger. ‘It was an easy hit, an admitted shoplifting. Why would you want a tick in the wrong column for a case like that?’
‘I don’t know what you mean?’ Her fingers trembled.
‘Okay, try this,’ he said, his words coming out quickly. ‘Lucy’s shoplifting case was just a few weeks before Ted Kenyon was caught in a car with a young woman. You might remember that, it was all over the papers, and guess what; that was Lucy Crane as well. She made a bit of money is my guess, but I can’t help wondering whether there was something more to this, because Ted Kenyon being caught with Lucy took the public sympathy away from him. Once the stories became about him, they stopped being about how we couldn’t find his daughter’s killer.’
Dixon’s tongue kept flicking onto her lips. ‘Come on, Sheldon, spit it out.’
‘That’s the thing, ma’am. You’re not throwing me out. You are sitting there, listening, wanting to find out what I know, which means that the reason behind this is something you would rather I didn’t find out. And now I’m really curious.’
‘Don’t think you can mess with me, Sheldon.’
Sheldon laughed, but it was filled with bitterness. ‘I’m sorry, ma’am, it must be a sign of my sickness. If you remember, you put me on sick leave that I hadn’t requested, for the sake of my mental health. So what I will do is leave you alone, but trust me when I say that I will keep on looking for the reason. You noted yourself that I have a tendency towards, shall we say, obsessive behaviour.’
He stood up as if to leave. Just before he turned away, he noticed that some photographs had been taken from the wall, as all there was left was a picture hook.
Sheldon took one last look at her. She was staring at her desk, and she looked frightened.
Once the door had closed, Sheldon paused for a moment. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He had done the right thing though, he was sure of that. He marched off down the corridor, and when he got outside the station, he ran to his car. It was time to find out more about John Abbott.
Chapter Forty-Five
Jake sat down on the chair opposite Ted, facing each other over the dining room table. From the pictures Charlie had seen of Alice, he could see the family resemblance, although there was a sadness to him that he had never seen in photographs of Alice.
Jake sat hunched up with his knees turned inwards, his shoulders bony through his black T-shirt.
‘So what do you know?’ Charlie said.
Jake shrugged, and then said, ‘They used to talk to us when we were hanging out in town. They were into being free, so they said. I don’t know why they spoke to us. Maybe it was because of how we were dressed, as if they thought we wanted to join some kind of Goth gang. They were friendly at first, but the second time they found us, they started to talk about leaving society and having no rules, and how we had to be there on the big day.’
‘Big day?’ Charlie said.
‘The uprising, that’s what they called it.’ Jake shook his head. ‘It was rubbish, all of it.’
Charlie knew it was the same group he had seen outside his office. He thought of Christina, how she had been placed into Billy’s home and felt angry about Donia, about how she had set him up. It was obvious now that she was a plant, put into his firm just so they could find out what Billy had told Amelia. Was that why they had been outside the office, waiting for Donia to take whatever they needed to them?
‘Did they go round all the young people in the town?’ Charlie said.
‘I don’t know, because I don’t hang out with other kids. Anyway, it wasn’t really us they were speaking to.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘It was the girls, not the rest of us. They were just trying it on. They realised soon enough that we weren’t interested and so left us alone. We get enough shit from the local kids, all the hoodies picking on us, without the political freaks joining in.’
As Charlie thought back on how the group had watched him, Jake said, ‘A couple of them were pretty scary. Like Billy said on the video, one was a huge guy. Solid, over six feet, with a beard that was kind of twisted, with beads in it. And the smaller guy, Henry, he had long hair, and with a really intense look to him. All the girls were in awe of him, I could tell.’
‘When was this?’ Charlie said.
‘Not long before Alice died.’
Ted’s mouth opened in shock. ‘So you’ve always suspected them?’ Jake responded with another shrug. ‘How did you know?’
Jake ground his teeth and looked down.
Charlie moved closer to him. ‘Jake?’
He looked away.
Charlie banged his hand on the table. Jake jumped and stared, scared now.
‘Jake, if you know something, say it.’ Charlie was breathing heavily, his temper rising. ‘The time for silence is gone.’
‘Jake?’ Ted said, confused.
When Jake looked up again, there were tears in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘For
