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The Widow

‘Come on, then, we’re up.’ Grey slammed a lukewarm cup of coffee on the desk in front of Adrian. She groaned and drank the contents of her own mug with a contorted grimace on her face. ‘Some woman keeps calling about her husband, said he’s gone missing and cleared out all her accounts.’

‘And that’s the reason I’m never getting married.’

‘Sure it is.’ Grey pulled Adrian’s chair backwards so his feet slid off the desk on to the floor. ‘Come on, I’ll get you some real coffee on the way.’

‘OK fine, goddamnit.’ Adrian pulled himself out of his chair, his head still throbbing after the many shots he had downed the night before. ‘You should probably drive.’

‘I should definitely drive.’ She snatched the keys from his hand.

Despite Adrian’s first impression of DS Grey she was surprisingly motivated – scratch that, annoyingly motivated. Any case, regardless of whether it was some illegal fly-tipping or a serious violent assault, was awarded the exact same amount of professionalism and attention. They had worked together for three weeks now, settled into their respective roles within the relationship. Adrian let her boss him around and she let him be the butt of all her jokes, everyone was happy. This was the first female partner Adrian had ever had, he had worked with both DS Mike Daniels and DS Jonathan Fraser in the past, and he had never really been much of a team player. He knew that this time he had to play the game. He was under the microscope and he couldn’t afford to make any more enemies. Besides, Grey was easy to work with, somehow they just fit.

In the unmarked police car Adrian put his shades on and rested his head against the window, a position he would soon regret. Grey drove as if she were in hot pursuit of a bank robber, pedal to the metal. You could get away with that kind of driving in the city but in this part of the Devonshire countryside you may as well just cut out the middle man and drive straight into a ditch.

‘Jesus, don’t they have country lanes in Plymouth?’ Adrian felt something twang in his neck. ‘You are giving me whiplash.’

‘Quit being such a baby, Miley, you are fine.’

‘What’s your hurry? The only other case we have on at the moment is the lawnmower theft.’

‘I want to clock off early today, I’ve got a date.’

‘Seriously? I thought you were a … what’s the word for a female with no privates, not a eunuch?’

‘Please stop thinking about my junk, Miley.’ She swerved into the driveway and they were confronted with a large art deco house.

‘What a dump!’ Adrian muttered.

‘How the other half lives.’

On the luxurious cream velvet sofa the lady sniffed into her tissue, her eyes puffy and red.

‘He calls me every day, well, he used to.’

‘And he just stopped?’ Adrian asked as Grey wandered around the room, fingers hovering above every surface. It was so clean and shiny, it looked like a show home, every item carefully placed and the only personal effects an alarming array of cat ornaments.

‘Yes, he stopped. I haven’t heard from him in well over a week.’

‘But you’re separated?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Do you know anyone who would want to harm your husband?’

‘Besides me, you mean?’

‘It was a bad break-up?’

‘It was and there’s a long list of people who want to hurt Ian, he stole money, a lot of money from a lot of people. The auditors are still neck deep in the mess he left behind.’

‘How much money are we talking?’

‘Thousands? Millions? Who knows?’

Grey finally sat down next to Adrian and leaned back into the deep sofa until she was almost horizontal. He half expected her to put her feet on the coffee table, but instead she folded her arms and stared at Deborah Markham.

‘You have to appreciate what this looks like,’ Grey said.

‘I know what it looks like, I’m not an imbecile, Officer.’

‘So what is it you want us to do exactly?’ Grey remained in her relaxed pose, looking more like a sullen adolescent than a police officer. She seemed to be unnerving the lady and Adrian could see the anger emerging from behind the tears.

‘I want you to find the bastard! He’s buggered off to bloody Rio or wherever and I am left to deal with the shit storm!’

‘You don’t think he’s hurt then? This is purely about the money?’ Adrian asked, he saw Grey smiling out of the corner of his eye.

‘This is purely about nothing! I’ve lost everything! Why does he get to go away and pretend like nothing’s wrong? I’ve had threatening phone calls and hate mail!’ The tears had gone and Deborah Markham’s face was alight with anger. ‘He took so much from so many people. They see me here like this and think I’ve got their money or something!’

Grey sat forward and rested her elbows on her knees, she picked up a crystal cat, part of a set that was arranged carefully on the olive wood coffee table.

‘Have you got their money?’ Grey smiled as she ran her fingers across the prism-like cat ears.

‘This house belongs to my aunt, she’s letting me live here while I get back on my feet to save my dignity, it’s the only thing he left me with.’ She choked back the tears again.

‘OK, Mrs Markham, we’ll look into it.’ Adrian interrupted before Grey could open her mouth again. He stood up but she remained seated, eyes fixed on Mrs Markham.

‘Where’s he been living?’ she asked. Deborah Markham pulled out a set of keys from the handbag at her side.

‘There’s a converted barn on the road that leads to the estuary, the address is on the fob.’

Adrian took the fob and Grey put the cat down. He felt like he had just witnessed a hostage negotiation. The air was thick between them as they walked out to the car.

‘What the hell was that?’

‘She was full of it.’ Grey smiled.

‘She was distraught.’

‘Distraught my eye, she’s still got money, and plenty of it. Did you see the way she was groomed? Those are this season’s clothes, new shoes – really expensive shoes – and you can’t get that bag for less than a grand. I wouldn’t be surprised if this disappearance isn’t some kind of scam.’ Adrian looked at her with surprise.

‘How do you know about the clothes and stuff?’

‘You think I don’t know about fashion? What are you saying, Miley?’ she said incredulously, a fake look of indignation on her face.

‘Nothing, you just don’t strike me as that kind of woman.’

‘And what kind of woman do I strike you as?’

‘I don’t know, you dress like Tony Hawks,’ he said, before adding, ‘the multi-millionaire skateboarder, not the comedian.’

‘What the hell does that mean?’

‘Just drop it, it doesn’t matter.’

‘OK, let me ask you a question.’ She sat forward.

‘OK, shoot.’ Adrian sighed, what had he done?

‘What car do you drive?’

‘You know what car I drive, I drive a Granada.’

‘A Granada? Right, Jesus, Miley, they stopped making them like fifteen years ago.’

‘She has sentimental value!’

‘Whatever, I bet you know what a Mustang is, or a Ferrari, I bet you watch the lame car programmes on TV. I bet you think you know a lot about cars.’

‘That’s different.’

‘I know a lot about clothes, specifically high-end, expensive clothing. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they dress.’

Adrian couldn’t help but look her up and down, instantly regretting this decision as he saw that smile on her face again. He was beginning to understand that she only smiled like that when she had won some imaginary battle in her mind. Every time he saw that smile he would be reminded that she wasn’t the scruffy slacker that she presented herself to be.

‘The way I dress is a choice, calculated, Miley. I know what I’m doing.’

‘You want everyone to think you’re a dyke?’

‘Maybe I am a dyke.’

‘Pfft, please … I know you’re not, I have seen you checking me out.’

‘In your dreams!’ She smiled and thumped him on the arm, a little flushed in the cheeks. ‘Mostly I don’t want people to think I am too competent. I don’t want people to put their faith in me. I want them to think I am a washout and I want to prove them wrong.’

‘It’s very complicated in your head, isn’t it, Grey?’

‘I like it when people think they are superior to me, people let their guard down more when they don’t feel threatened, they are easier to confuse.’

‘That explains your amazing display of passive aggression back there.’

‘Whatever gets the job done!’

‘Is that why you got transferred out of Plymouth?’ Adrian asked. It was a genuine question although the look her face assumed put paid to any notion Adrian may have had about them being comfortable with each other. She put her hands in the ten to two position and focused on the road ahead. The connection was lost. The conversation was over.

The barn was large and impressive. They walked up the gravelled driveway and knocked on the door, noting the incredible framing of pink sky around the house; it felt so completely secluded out there.

‘Mr Markham?’ Adrian called out.

Grey walked around the side of the house and disappeared from Adrian’s view. Adrian tried every key on the bunch Deborah Markham had given them until he found the one that corresponded with the lock. He could tell from the absolute silence that they were alone here.

‘Mr Markham? Ian Markham?’ he called out again, just in case. The house was bare, stripped of furniture, a few lopsided pictures hung on the walls and a rug or two lay here and there.

‘Looks like he’s had some kind of bonfire out back.’ Grey was standing in the doorway holding a document box. ‘Left in a hurry, too, by the looks of it.’

Adrian took the box from Grey, a handful of papers remained in the bottom. Some tickets from various bookmakers, some shredded paper they could get the lab to reassemble, a couple of invitations to local fundraising functions but nothing massively incriminating.

‘Bag it all and we’ll take it back to the station.’

‘Check this out.’ Grey pulled out a Visa bill, one of the recipients was listed as LHRBOOKINGS. ‘LHR is the abbreviation for Heathrow, as in long-distance destinations, as in anywhere in the world non-extradition kind of thing. He’s in the wind.’

‘We’ll take it back anyway, fuck it, you have anything better to do?’

They walked out of the barn house and looked again at the beautiful surroundings. No doubt the house would be repossessed and resold. The sun had muted in the afternoon sky and a cool breeze drifted through the air making the surrounding trees pulse as if they had their own heartbeat. The forest in the near distance looked like an underline for the beautiful orange sun.

Adrian breathed it all in before heading back into the city to deal with the Saturday-night binge drinking shift, part of his penance for messing his colleagues around before he got suspended. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he had got people to lie for him, about his whereabouts, about how sober he was or wasn’t, about a lot of things. He had so much to make up for and a lot of people to apologise to. He had promised to help Denise deal with the drunks on the desk on Saturday nights. He owed her a lot more than that but it was a start. Grey beeped the horn impatiently and he got in.