a problem with it, you can add that if he vetoes it, I’ll work independently. I’ll be trying to find the stolen boat, not Hodgson’s killer, but if my investigation bumps into yours, tough shit. I have a commission from Eden Higgins and I intend to see it through.’
‘Understood and okay. Assuming Sir Andrew approves, how do you want to go forward?’
‘On the basis of shared information. As a first step, I’d like to attend the post-mortem.’
Mario whistled. ‘Rather you than me!’
Forty
I’d been in the old Glasgow City Mortuary, in the Saltmarket, once or twice but never in the new twenty-first-century model in Govan. As these things go, it was state of the art, everything stainless steel and spotless and, most important of all, the air purification system worked perfectly.
I’d been expecting Mario to call me the evening before to give me a ‘Yes’ or a ‘No’ on whether I could attend, but he didn’t. Instead it was Andy Martin who called, the Chief Constable of Scotland himself.
‘Bob, how are you?’ he began, heartily, as soon as I picked up the phone in the office, having been advised by an operator that he was on the line. Even before the last of those four words were out, his tone had sent me a message of irrevocable change. But I was ready, for it cut both ways.
Those who’ve observed me over the years will have realised by now that I have very few close friends outside the police. Within the service I have half a dozen, and for many years Andy Martin was one of the closest. Back then he wouldn’t have needed to ask how I was; he’d have known, because we’d have spoken every other day. That call, that evening, was our first contact since I’d congratulated him on his appointment a few months before.
Since then he’d dumped my daughter, and, it was apparent from the distance in his greeting, that he’d dumped me too.
‘I’m fine, Andy,’ I assured him, ‘and if word hasn’t got to you yet, I wouldn’t touch the Scottish Police Authority chair with a bargepole.’
‘I didn’t think for a minute that you would,’ he lied. ‘Bob, about this suspicious death . . .’
‘Suspicious fucking death?’ I laughed. ‘The guy was tied up and left sitting in his own shit for some poor sod like me to find him. Don’t go all PC on me, Andy. The word is murder.’
‘Okay, it is,’ he conceded. ‘And that makes me hesitant about you being involved.’
‘Your hesitancy has fuck all to do with it, my friend,’ I pointed out. ‘Indeed, it isn’t relevant, for I am involved. I’ve undertaken an investigation for a client, and it led me to Jock Hodgson. I’m not backing off just because he happens to be dead. If you think I’ll impede the police inquiry, tell me, but if that’s what you do think, you’re insulting two of your best detective officers, and by the way, you’re insulting me.’
‘Still . . .’ he said.
I’d had enough. ‘Sir Andrew,’ I growled, ‘if you want to deny me access and you refuse to let Lottie Mann share information with me, remember that cuts both ways. And remember also that I’m a director of a bloody newspaper group!’
‘Don’t threaten me, Bob,’ he murmured.
‘My only threat to you is in your mind,’ I snapped. ‘Listen, boy, if I’d wanted your job I’d have had it. I didn’t; instead, having mentored you since you were a sprog detective and seen you rise through the ranks, I stepped aside and helped you into the chair you’re warming now.’
‘So you do regret not going for the post,’ he murmured.
‘Listen to what I’m saying, for fuck’s sake! I don’t. But frankly I’m beginning to regret not backing Maggie Steele or Mario rather than you.’
‘Ah,’ he exclaimed. ‘This is about Alex, isn’t it?’
‘Don’t bring my daughter into this,’ I warned him. ‘That’s different, because it’s personal. I should have seen you off when you worked your way back into her life after you left Karen. Hurting her once was hard to forgive. Doing it again means you’ll have an enemy for as long as I’m breathing.’
‘No middle ground then,’ he said, sarcastically.
I came close to slamming the phone down, but I didn’t. Instead, with an effort, I regained control of my temper.
‘Like I said,’ I went on, ‘that’s personal. The Hodgson investigation and my work for Eden Higgins, that’s professional. There may be a common interest or there may not. While we find