stayed silent, ignoring the aggressive glare. He was well used to it from the yobbos of Edendale. The only surprise was to see it in a middle-aged Dales farmer. But it was best to let Owen Fox deal with it – it was a chance for him to use his Ranger diplomacy.
‘I suppose I might just have a word with Yvonne then, before I go,’ said Owen.
‘What for? She’s got nothing to say to you.’
‘Just being polite.’
Leach grunted, and the chain tightened in his thick hands until the steel links squealed against each other.
‘It’ll mean I’ll have to move the cows down to the next field,’ he said.
‘Well, that’s no problem, is it?’
‘No problem? The grass is nearly finished in there. My milk yields’ll be gone to hell. They’re down already with all this disturbance.’
‘It’ll only be for a day or two, Warren.’
‘Would there be compensation, maybe? The police have got money. My money, from the Council Tax.’
‘I can’t imagine so. Think of it as a public service.’
Owen looked at Cooper, but Cooper just smiled.
‘Balls to that,’ said Leach.
‘Come on, Warren.’
Leach tossed the coupling pin into his other hand, slapping it against his palm. On a plastic drum, he had a square leather-bound case with steel clasps. Cooper wondered what it was. Somehow it didn’t look like a piece of farming equipment, more the sort of thing a doctor might carry his kit in for testing a patient’s blood pressure.
‘Only for a day or two, and that’s it,’ said Leach. ‘Tell your police friends they’ll have to get a move on. Let ’em work the same hours that I have to work to keep this farm going, instead of knocking off for tea every five minutes. I’ve seen it going on. I’m not stupid.’
‘Thank you, sir,’ said Cooper politely. But the farmer only glowered. ‘When would be convenient for an officer to come and talk to you?’
‘What?’
‘We need to take a statement from you. You’re well positioned here to be a witness.’
‘A witness to what? I went through all this with that other bloody woman that ended up on my land. I never saw this one either.’
‘Do you know who she was?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Then how do you know you didn’t see her?’ Cooper smiled. ‘Somebody will probably call tomorrow to see you.’
The two men began to walk back towards the Ranger’s Land Rover.
‘I’ll be back to see you soon, Warren,’ said Owen.
‘Don’t bother, Ranger. As soon as I see that red jacket of yours, I’ll be halfway to Bakewell.’
They almost ran right into Yvonne Leach in the gateway as they drove out of the yard. She was a small woman, with wide hips and strands of light brown hair tied loosely back from her face. Owen stopped the Land Rover, and the woman shied away, as nervous as a sheep, rolling her eyes at the vehicle. But she couldn’t slip past quickly enough.
Owen wound down the window. ‘Yvonne – all right?’
‘Yes.’
‘We’ve just had a word with Warren. I wanted to tell you not to worry about what happened up there. There are plenty of police about here. You’ll be OK.’
‘I’m not worried,’ said Yvonne, though to Cooper’s eye she looked as scared as any woman he had ever seen.
Warren Leach’s angry bellow came from the yard. ‘Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Get in the house.’ They looked round and saw him glaring at Yvonne. She took the chance of sliding along the side of the Land Rover and scuttling round the corner.
Owen drove on up the track. They had to open two gates to get any further, and the Ranger took it slowly to avoid alarming the cows.
‘Marriage,’ he said, after a minute.
‘What about it?’ said Cooper.
‘The most bizarre thing ever invented, in my opinion. You must see what I mean, in your job. Couples tied together for no apparent reason, making each other’s lives a misery. Isn’t marriage one of the major factors in crime? Domestics, you call them. Aren’t ninety per cent of murders committed by the spouse?’
‘Something like that.’
‘Well, I rest my case. Weddings ought to be banned, along with other blood sports.’
‘I thought the police were cynical, but I don’t think I’ve reached your stage, yet,’ said Cooper.
Then Owen looked at Cooper sideways and waggled his eyebrows. ‘I can see you’re not married yourself. You don’t have that harassed look. You weren’t thinking about it, by any chance, were you?’
‘Well …’ Cooper considered the answer for a moment. ‘I suppose it’s kind of the way I see my life going, some day.’
‘Mmm. Well, close your eyes or look the other way, then.’
The Ranger pulled the Land Rover on to a flat area of bare earth under a stand of beech trees. They were about two hundred feet further up towards the moor, looking down on the farm buildings and the fields around them. Beyond the farm was the village of Ringham Lees, its lights just visible in the trees in the valley bottom; and further away in the darkness, almost hidden by a spur of hill, were the spires of the two churches in the bigger village of Cargreave.
‘Tell your lot they can park here,’ said Owen. ‘The Virgins are just over the rise. That way to the right leads into Top Quarry. Just ask if you want anything else. They say I’m the man who knows these parts.’
Cooper found the cab of the Land Rover was comfortable and warm, full of things that had a practical use, yet without the slightest conscious attempt at imposing the driver’s personality.
‘Do you live locally, Owen?’ he asked.
‘I’ve got a house over there in Cargreave.’
‘I take it you’re not married either?’
‘Me? You must be joking. I may not be Einstein, but I’m not that stupid.’
‘A bad experience?’
‘Other people’s experiences are enough for me, mate. I’ve watched them all go the same way. Those young lads that you meet, full of enthusiasm and vitality, all their lives in front of them. And what happens? A wife and a mortgage. Before you know it, they’re coming into work half-asleep because the new baby’s kept them awake all night, and then they’re moving house to make
