Havers took up the ball at that remark. She said, "How's that apply to Kimmo? He get on your bad side some way?"
"Not mine," he said.
"Someone else's then?"
Veness contemplatively fingered his sausage roll.
"If there's something we should know," Lynley began.
"He was a tosser," Veness said. "A loser. Look, it happens, sometimes. Kid's got something here. All's that's needed is climbing aboard. But sometimes they just stop coming-even Kimmo, who's supposed to show up or he'll be back in borstal in a wink-and I can't get my brain round that, see. You'd think he'd grab on to anything that'd help him out of that one. But he didn't, did he? He just stopped showing up."
"When did he stop?"
Jack Veness thought for a moment. He took a spiral book from the middle drawer of his desk and examined the signatures that crawled down a dozen or more pages. It was, Lynley saw, a signing-in register, and when Veness replied to Lynley's question, the date he gave for Kimmo's final appearance at Colossus matched up with his murder, within forty-eight hours.
"Dumb fuck," Veness said, shoving the signing-in book to one side. "Didn't know when he was well off. Trouble is, kids can't wait for the payoff, can they? Some kids, mind you, not all of them. They want the result but not the process that leads to the result. I expect he's quit. Like I said, that happens."
"He was murdered, actually," Lynley said. "That's why he stopped coming."
"But you'd worked that out, hadn't you?" Havers added. "Else why would you be talking about him in the past tense from the start? And why else would the rozzers be dropping in on you? And twice in one day because one of that lot"-as Veness himself had done, she indicated the group who were gathered outside-"must've told someone in here that I stopped by earlier, before you opened up."
Veness shook his head vehemently. "I didn't...No. No. I didn't know." He shot his gaze over to a doorway and a corridor off which brightly lit rooms opened. He appeared to think something over for a moment before he said, "That kid over in St. Pancras? In the gardens?"
"Bingo," Havers said. "You're definitely no dummy when you're breathing, Jack."
"That was Kimmo Thorne," Lynley added. "His is one of five deaths we're investigating."
"Five? Hey now. Wait. You can't be thinking Colossus-"
"We're not drawing any conclusions," Lynley said.
"Hell. Sorry, then. About what I said. Tosser and loser. Hell." Veness picked up his sausage roll, then put it back down. He wrapped it up and returned it to its take-away bag. He said, "Some kids just drop out, see. They have a chance, but they still walk away. They go for what looks like the easy route. It's frustrating as hell to watch." He blew out a breath. "But damn. I'm sorry. Was it in the papers? I don't read 'em much and-"
"Not his name at first," Lynley said. "Just the fact of his body being found in St. George's Gardens." He didn't add that chances were good to excellent that the papers were going to become full of the serial killings now: names, places, and dates as well. A young white victim had piqued the tabloids' interest; this morning's young black victim gave them the opportunity they needed to cover their own backsides. Mixed race, cheap news of little interest, they'd decided about the earlier killings. All that had changed with Kimmo Thorne. And now with the black boy...The tabloids were going to grab on to the opportunity to make up for lost time and overlooked responsibility.
"The death of a boy associated with Colossus brings up a number of questions," Lynley pointed out to Jack Veness, "as you can no doubt imagine. And we've identified another boy who might be associated with Colossus as well. Jared Salvatore. Sound familiar?"
"Salvatore. Salvatore." Veness mumbled the name. "No. I don't think so. I'd remember."
"Then we'll need to speak to your director-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Veness surged to his feet. "You'll want to talk to Ulrike. She runs the whole operation. Hang on, then. I'll see..." That said, he shot off through the doorway that led to the interior of the building. He turned a corner and quickly disappeared.
Lynley looked at Havers. "Now that was interesting."
She agreed. "We don't even have to look for still waters in that bloke."
"I got that impression as well."
"So I s'pose the question is how deep're things really running with him?" Havers asked.