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Why aren't you out there looking for these people?'
'You'd be surprised how often I get asked that question and I've not worked out a smart answer yet,' said Dalziel. 'Can't even say it's raining. Why're you asking about the car, Wieldy?'
'Did a check, sir. And according to Swansea, what Ellie gave us isn't a number in use.'
'False plates then,' said Dalziel. 'But try the obvious variations just in case.'
'Yes, sir. By the way, phone wire was shorted with a pin where it goes into the hall window. Pull it out, it should be OK, but we won't touch it till Forensic's finished out there. Oh, and Novello's here.'
'Ivor? Good. Send her in.'
'Hang about,' said Ellie. 'If you're thinking I need a friendly female copper to unburden my heart to . . .'
'Nay. I brought her for the strip search but I'll do it if you like,' said Dalziel.
Wield made for the door.
Ellie said, 'Wieldy, sorry I snapped at you. I think I may still be a bit . . . excitable.'
The sergeant's generally inscrutable features which, in Dalziel's words, were knobbly enough to make a pineapple look like a pippin, smoothed momentarily into a warm smile, and he said, 'I'll let you know soon as we get a hold of Pete.'
'By God,' said Dalziel after the sergeant had gone. 'Was that a smile, or has he got toothache? Nearest yon bugger ever came to cracking his face at me was the time I fell into the swimming pool at the mayor's reception. Oh aye. I see you remember that too.'
A smile had touched Ellie's lips, and she forced it to broaden as she saw the Fat Man observing her closely. Anything was better than having a womanly weep in front of Andy Dalziel. And even more, in front of Detective Constable Shirley Novello, who had just slipped into the room. Five-four, sturdy frame, minimum make-up, dark-brown hair neat but nothing fancy, baggy sweatshirt and matching slacks, she should have been two steps from invisible, which was presumably her intention. Down-dressing did not deceive Ellie Pascoe's expert eye, however. She'd heard her husband talk a little too appreciatively of the girl's professional qualities, and she saw the way even Fat Andy's spirits perked up a notch or two at her entry. This was definitely one to watch.
'You going to make an old man happy, lass?' said Dalziel.
'Don't think so, sir. Just a first take on house-to-house. We've got two people who noticed the BMW. Confirmation of colour, but nothing extra on the numberplate. One of them thought it had an unusually long aerial compared with her husband's car, which is the same model.'
'Well-heeled neighbours you've got, Ellie,' said the Fat Man. 'Mebbe we're paying Pete too much. That it, Ivor?'
'Except for an old lady lives at the corner, towards town, that is, says she looked out to see what all the fuss was when she heard the sirens and saw a car doing a three-point turn and going back the way it came. Metallic-blue, sounds like a Golf. Driver looked swarthy and sinister, she says.'
'Watch a lot of telly, does she? Ivor, it's what happened before we came that I'm interested in. Afterwards, any poor sod driving along and seeing the street full of flashing fuzz is going to find another route, specially if he's had a swift snort or two at a business meeting.'
The notion was suggestive. Ellie looked longingly at the bottle of Scotch which the Fat Man had dug out as soon as he arrived. At the time it had seemed virtuously sensible to quote what her first aid course said about avoiding alcohol in cases of shock, but now it seemed merely priggish.
She said, 'OK, Andy. Let's do it one more time. Then I don't care if it brings on complete amnesia, I'm going to have that drink you prescribed.'
'I'm feeling better already,' said Dalziel. 'No, Ivor, don't sneak off. Got your short stubby pencil ready? I want you taking notes. Everything, not just what you think's important, OK?'
'Sir,' said Novello.
Her eyes met Ellie Pascoe's and she gave a little smile. All she got in return was a small frown. Confirming what she'd felt