Liar Liar - [42]

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‘So are you going to tell me what this cloak and dagger stuff is all about?’ Deborah enquired. It was said pleasantly, but was shot through with curiosity. Helen had had no choice but to do this discreetly, given the earlier altercation with Latham, and she knew that if she’d dragged the diligent Deborah away from her work in person, then tongues would have wagged. So she’d asked her to meet in a Caffè Nero near the fire site and suggested she invent a reason for her absence.

‘I told the boys that I had a doctor’s appointment,’ Deborah continued, ‘which set the cat among the pigeons. You wouldn’t believe the stuff that lot come up with.’

‘I appreciate that and I know your time is not your own, so I’ll cut to the chase. I need to talk to you off the record about some of your colleagues. None of it will come back to you – it’s just to help me get some background on them.’

Deborah Parks nodded, then replied:

‘Strictly off the record?’

‘Of course.’

Deborah nodded, a little less convincingly this time, then said:

‘Ok, shoot.’

Helen delved into the folder that lay in front of her. Deborah was Southampton born and bred and had served at stations all over the city. Attractive, popular and ambitious as she was, every budding firefighter made a friend of her – a fact that Helen now hoped would stand her in good stead.

‘I’m going to show you a list of six names. All male colleagues of yours. I know little more than their ages and job titles at present. I need you to fill me in on the detail – what they’re like, whether you trust them, whether it’s possible,’ Helen went on, lowering her voice, ‘that they could be our arsonist.’

Deborah nodded soberly as Helen slipped the piece of paper across the table towards her. There they were in black and white:

Alan Jackson, John Foley, Trevor Robinson, Simon Duggan, Martin Hughes and Richard Ford.

Was one of these six men their killer?

54

Lifting the police cordon, he entered the site, his boots crunching satisfyingly on the charred bits of wood that littered the former showroom. Just a day ago, this place had been a popular destination for couples and families seeking a new sofa, dining table or king-size bed. The guys who ran this place must have been making money hand over fist, but not any more. The vast building had gone up in flames and in the early hours of this morning the roof had eventually come down – the final majestic act of destruction ensuring that everything below would be consumed as well.

He had chosen his moment carefully. Deborah Parks had left the site rather suddenly following a phone call and the rest of her team had taken advantage of this to nip off for a cup of tea. There was only one uniformed police officer and he was soon talked round. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

He felt his heart beating faster as he made his way across the deserted space. It looked otherworldly, like a scene of devastation on another planet – you seldom got to see fires on this scale. Pulling the camera from his bag, he executed a slow pan. Right to left, then back again, slow and steady, missing nothing.

Clicking it off, he stowed it back in his bag and pulled a bin liner from his pocket. Encasing his hands in sterile gloves, he bent down, sifting through the burnt detritus on the surface, looking for the good stuff. Truth be told, it wasn’t such fertile ground as a domestic property, with all the family photos and trinkets, but these larger sites could sometimes surprise you and it obliged now. Buried beneath the ash and protected by a solid metal door were the remnants of a banner poster, advertising a recent flash sale. You could still make out ‘Everything must go’ plumb in the centre. He liked that, given the context, and slipped it quickly in his bag.

‘Can I help you?’

He hadn’t heard anyone approaching and froze momentarily – his adrenaline spiking – before he gathered himself and rose to face his interrogator. It was one of Parks’s crew – where the bloody hell had he sprung from?

‘This is a sealed site. Members of the public are not allowed in here.’

‘It’s ok, mate,’ he replied calmly. ‘I’m the advance guard. I was told you needed some help, shifting fire-damaged obstacles.’

‘And you are?’

‘Hants Fire and Rescue,’ he said confidently, holding up his ID for inspection. ‘It’s supposed to be my day off, but you know firemen…’ He paused briefly before concluding:

‘We’re always happy to help.’

55

He’d visited this place a dozen times and it was fast becoming his own personal Hell. Initially he had hoped it might be a sanctuary – somewhere to get a moment’s respite from the horror of everyday life. Later still, he’d imagined it might be the place to buy something nice for Luke, a token of some kind that would offset the terrible guilt he felt about his many failings as a dad. But it was none of these things. It was just a simple shop, staffed by hospital volunteers, and as he stood still, staring at the modest selection of chocolate bars in front of him, he felt so empty, so helpless that for a second he thought he might cry.


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