Ruthless - [15]

She couldn’t think about it. She finished her fag and shut the window.

‘Get us a beer,’ Sean said, busy typing on the laptop.

Get your own fucking beer. She bit down on the thought. What was wrong with her? What did she want? Him to say please? Oh Christ, was she going to turn into one of those women who try to improve the manners of their loutish husbands?

She got his bottle, helped herself to wine, stared at the TV screen for a few minutes.

Sean kissed her on the cheek. ‘Happy?’

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘course.’

Day 2: Friday 11 May

6

Kevin, on the hunt for a surviving spouse, had traced and eliminated Ruth King, who had died in a car crash along with her husband, John Smith. He had been unable as yet to find Jennifer Keele, née Simpson, but Mrs Richard Kavanagh, née Judith Smith, was at an address in Rhyl.

Godzilla told Rachel and Janet to take the ring and see if Mrs Kavanagh could identify it, and whether her husband was missing. ‘If the other facts fit: height, age, ethnicity, then advise her of the death and see what she can tell us.’

Rachel had booked the ring out from Pete, who was handling exhibits. It was important to keep the chain of custody unbroken for all items, any of which might form part of the evidence presented at trial. They were almost out of the door when Her Maj called out, ‘And Janet…’

Janet turned.

‘Potted shrimp wouldn’t go amiss,’ the boss said.

‘Not rock then?’ Janet said.

‘No, shrimp.’

‘Got it.’

They were mates, the boss and Janet. Like Janet and Rachel. Not a trio though, never that. Janet in the middle. Godzilla spent half her life racked off with Rachel – they had a professional relationship at best, boss and junior officer – but Janet and Gill went way back.

It was a dull day, layers of cloud, thick and grey, threatening drizzle. A contrast to the past couple of days of fine weather.

‘Richard Kavanagh’s not come up on the MisPers database,’ Rachel said. She was driving. It was a straight run so Janet didn’t need to navigate, and once they got close to the seaside town the satnav would guide them to their destination.

‘Could be reported missing in Wales but not got on to the system yet. They’d wait forty-eight hours anyway,’ Janet said.

Rachel looked at her own wedding ring. ‘Forty years. Can you imagine it? Mind you, you and Ade have done twenty-six now.’

‘Not sure we’ll make another year,’ Janet said.

Rachel glanced at her swiftly. ‘That bad?’

‘Whatever there was – that sparkle is long gone.’

‘Sparkle?’ said Rachel.

‘OK, not sparkle, but that attraction. And what comes after, comfort, companionship, happy to be raising a family together. Even that’s not the same any more. I feel like a nun,’ Janet said.

‘A nun?’

‘Celibate. What if that’s it, Rachel? The end of my sex life.’

‘Don’t be daft,’ Rachel said, ‘you’ll meet someone else.’

‘How, where?’

‘At work maybe?’

‘And that went really well last time,’ Janet said dryly. Meaning Andy.

‘Dating sites, then,’ Rachel said.

‘No way!’

‘Some of them are all right.’

‘And what if you end up with some nutter who’s got a thing for spanking?’ Janet said.

‘You don’t like a good spanking?’ Rachel kept a straight face. ‘You and Ade never-’

‘Shut up.’

‘As long as you agree a safe word you’re fine,’ Rachel said.

‘How do people ever pick those?’ Janet said. ‘How do you choose something you might not say anyway?’

‘Have to be something daft, like pineapple.’

‘Pineapple?’ Janet laughed.

‘Or a weird phrase, “It’s foggy in Paris”.’

‘Too long,’ Janet said, ‘sounds like a spy novel. The kids had a safe word when they were little. If there was a change of plan and someone had to pick them up, someone they weren’t expecting, then they’d have this password. It was Pikachu for a while, then Ariel. And Taisie went through this phase when this girl was sort of stalking her. Wanted to be friends, dead clingy, and Taisie didn’t like her but didn’t want to be blunt so I’d get these phone calls: Maria wanted her to stay over, Maria wanted her to go back after school, and Maria was going ice skating, could Taisie go. She’d get herself that wound up and we were always trying to find out what Taisie really wanted to do, knowing that this girl was there listening. In the end we worked out this code. We’d say something like “How you feeling?” or “You up to it?” and if she said “Fine” then off she’d go. That was usually because there were a group of them going. But if she didn’t want to, she’d say, “I think I’m getting a migraine.”’

‘Does she get migraines?’ Rachel said.

‘Does she heck. That meant “Come get me now”. We’d ride to the rescue and no feelings were hurt.’

‘Did this friend get the hint?’

‘No. But they ended up at different secondary schools. Never seen her since. So, you and Sean, what’s your safe word?’

Rachel laughed. ‘You must be joking. No way does he get to tie me up and hit me. Other way round maybe.’

‘Dominatrix,’ Janet said.

‘You should try that with Ade, long black boots, fishnets-’

‘Shut up! We’re way past that.’

‘You’re blushing,’ Rachel said.

Janet just narrowed her eyes and pointedly put the radio on.