the toilet next to Callanach.
‘Looks like the right key to me. Small round barrel, ornate bow at the top. It’s obviously not meant for a door.’
‘Everyone out of here, please,’ Ailsa ordered. ‘I’ll need to get my team in to retrieve that and take samples.’
They left one by one, regrouping in the small lounge, where photos of cats and the late Mrs Hawksmith hung on the walls.
‘Ailsa,’ Ava said when the pathologist had finished giving instructions to her crew, ‘is there anything she could have done to stop the bleeding? You said the victim probably had hours rather than minutes.’
‘If she’d had her legs free, she could have pulled the plug chain with her toes and the bleeding would have stopped sooner, if she’d thought of that. The problem is that using her stomach muscles to sit up and fiddle with the taps and chain would have made her heart pump faster and the bleed rate would have increased. She would also have been scared, panicky, not made good decisions. It’s possible she thought her screams would be heard, or perhaps she was expecting a visitor who might have helped. Tripp, how was the flat secured when police first attended?’
‘Locked, but the chain wasn’t across. Didn’t require much effort to bash it open, ma’am. It’s an old door.’
‘Right, we’ll let you get on, Ailsa,’ Ava said. ‘Looks like we’ll be seeing you again in the morning. Could you have a preliminary assessment by 11 a.m.?’
‘Certainly,’ Ailsa said, stripping off her gloves and stepping forwards to press gentle fingers into Ava’s forehead around the lump. ‘What happened?’
‘Tripp,’ Ava said. ‘I want officers canvassing the neighbourhood tonight, not tomorrow. And I want every bit of information on Mrs Hawksmith we can get. Focus on next of kin. It looks like she lived here alone, but there must be someone who’ll want to be notified. I want a briefing ready for the squad by 1 p.m. tomorrow. You can go.’
Tripp disappeared out of the flat, looking happy to be away from Ailsa’s disapproving glare.
‘Are you going to answer me or should I guess?’
‘Slipped at Tantallon, bumped myself. No big deal. I’m still standing,’ Ava said, taking off her gloves and unzipping her overalls.
‘You’re limping more than standing. If you fell and bumped your head, how did you hurt your leg?’
‘The leg is actually hurting a bit.’
Ava tried a brief grin. Ailsa didn’t return it.
‘Let me see,’ Ailsa ordered. ‘Come on, in the bedroom.’
‘Ailsa, this is a crime scene, I can’t just …’
‘Bedroom, now,’ Ailsa snapped. ‘I’ve got better things to do than to argue with a stubborn girl who takes too many risks. Now move.’
Ava did as she was told, in part because Ailsa was an old friend of her mother’s and generational correctness was an involuntary response, but also because her leg really was hurting and having someone qualified take a look at it felt like a good call. It was clear from Ailsa’s sharp intake of breath that Ava’s self-diagnosis was right.
‘Is your tetanus shot up to date?’ Ailsa asked.
‘Ummm, should be. I’m sure I’d have been notified if it needed updating,’ Ava murmured.
‘You need antibiotics, straight away, strong ones.’
‘I don’t suppose you can …’
‘I’m a pathologist, Ava. We’ve had this discussion before. I might have stitched you up in the past, but there’s no reason for me to carry a prescription pad. And forget making an appointment with your doctor for next week sometime. You’ll have to go to accident and emergency.’
‘I’ve actually got quite a lot going on. Is there another option?’
‘There is!’ Ailsa replied brightly. ‘You can decide not to do as I say, and get an infection that at best will result in you needing time off work and at worst will require surgical intervention.’ She waited until Ava had done her jeans up again then called Callanach in. ‘Luc, she’s to go directly to the hospital. A & E. Prescription for antibiotics that you’ll have to collect immediately thereafter. Do not let her drive, or change her mind, or fail to take the antibiotics. Who put the Steri-Strips on?’
‘Callanach,’ Ava told him. ‘Don’t be too hard on him. I thought he did a great job.’
‘He did his best with a wound that should have been treated by a doctor immediately. You could have come to me when it happened as an alternative. You’ve done that before. Why not this time?’
Ava and Callanach stared silently at one another.
‘So that’s the way you two are going to play it. Ava Turner, your mother would have wanted me to take better care of you.’
Ava smiled and reached out an arm to hug the woman who’d been like a favourite aunt to her since she’d joined the police force.
‘My mother can rest peacefully, Ailsa. You’re taking perfectly good care of me and we’re headed directly to the hospital, okay? Cross my heart.’
‘Not that I don’t believe you, but I expect you to produce the medication for me tomorrow morning. Understood?’
Ava and Callanach left, with Callanach extending a hand to help Ava to hobble down the narrow staircase.
‘You’d think, now that I’m a detective chief inspector, Ailsa might have decided I’m a grown-up,’ she grumbled.
‘I’m not taking sides in that argument,’ Callanach said. ‘Ailsa’s scarier than you.’
‘Yeah, but I’m your boss, so you’re duty bound to agree with me.’ Ava winced as she climbed into the car and bent her leg. ‘To the hospital then, but we’d better make it quick. We’ve still got a lot to do tonight.’
‘Back to the station to start working on the Hawksmith case?’ Callanach asked.
‘Your place first. You can’t avoid it, Luc. This thing with the nursing home isn’t going to go away on its own. We’re doing all we can for Mrs Hawksmith for now, God help the poor woman.’
They pulled away slowly, neither of them noticing the man who was watching from the window of the chippy across the road, clutching newspaper-wrapped cod that he had no intention of eating. You had to have a death wish to consume that much saturated fat and salt. He smiled at the irony of it and wondered what Mrs Hawksmith looked like now, three weeks after he’d last seen her.
The Royal Infirmary’s emergency
