Steven Dunne - Deity

Poole looked puzzled for a second then broke into a wide grin. ‘Good luck making that case, Inspector,’ he said, almost laughing now. Brook was wrong-footed for the first time.

‘If you’re not the father, who is?’ asked Noble.

‘Take your pick,’ said Poole. ‘Yvette did. She could string anyone along. All the boys lusted after her at St Asaph’s. You’ve seen her. She must have given you two the treatment. She always does.’ Brook stared back at Poole while Noble shuffled uncomfortably on his seat. Poole grinned again. It was an unpleasant sight. ‘I see she did, Sergeant. Did she come over all vulnerable? Did she make you feel strong and masterful?’ Noble made to stand but was halted by Brook’s voice.

‘Then there’s the money.’

‘Money?’

‘The money you used to set her up.’

Poole shrugged. ‘I could deny it, but why would I? I felt sorry for the girl. I helped her out when she left the orphanage. I could afford it.’

‘And that’s when the sexual relationship started?’

‘Yes.’

‘Did your wife know?’

‘No, thank God.’

‘And Alice?’

Poole just shook his head.

‘And now?’ asked Brook.

Poole sighed. ‘Now I’m getting married again, I’ve decided to turn off the tap. She can make her own way in the world. She won’t have any trouble finding another benefactor.’

‘But she doesn’t see it that way.’

‘She thinks I owe her. I move and she follows. Then she asks for money.’

‘Which you gave her willingly for eighteen years.’

‘I told you, I felt sorry for her. And I could afford it.’

‘What changed?’

Poole became evasive. ‘I just said. I’m getting married. I decided — enough is enough.’

‘And you’re worried she might take it badly and come after you, spouting her lies.’

‘Hell hath no fury. .’ Poole shrugged.

‘Did she threaten you?’

‘Not exactly. But with this lad drowning. .’

‘Wilson Woodrow!’ exclaimed Brook. ‘You think she had something to do with that?’

‘It was a suicide,’ added Noble. ‘We have it on film.’ Noble knew he’d said the wrong thing almost at once. Brook’s imperceptible glance in his direction spoke volumes.

‘Maybe not then,’ admitted Poole. ‘But this Wilson — the lad who drowned — he was always pestering her, trying to get into her bed. He may even have succeeded, for all I know.’

‘Yet you still rang her this morning after Sergeant Grey tipped you off?’

Poole hesitated. ‘I didn’t ring her,’ he said firmly.

‘But Grey rang you.’

Poole picked his words carefully. ‘He’s a friend. He thought it might be Kyle’s body. He thought I ought to know.’

‘But you didn’t think Alice ought to know.’

‘Pardon?’

‘You rang Yvette in the early morning to tell her we’d found a young man’s body, maybe Russell’s body, maybe Kyle’s body, you had no way of knowing. .’

‘I told you-’

‘. . but you didn’t see fit to tell Kyle’s mother,’ pressed Brook.

‘It wasn’t Kyle.’

‘You didn’t know that.’

Poole took a deep breath. ‘I didn’t want to alarm Alice. She’s sensitive.’

‘And Yvette isn’t.’

‘Only to her own needs.’

‘You think she didn’t care that her own son might have drowned?’ said Noble. ‘She was there in a shot.’

Poole stared back, mute.

Brook drained his tea. ‘When we check the call you made to Yvette. .’

‘I told you,’ answered Poole confidently. ‘I didn’t ring her. Go ahead and check. I’ve got nothing to hide.’

Brook smiled his understanding. ‘No, you didn’t need to ring her, did you? When Grey rang you, you were already there, at her house. In her bed.’

Poole stared straight ahead. When Brook and Noble wouldn’t break their gaze, he sighed. ‘I felt sorry for her.’

Noble bristled and his fists clenched. ‘You snivelling-’

‘John.’

‘She can’t be alone, Sergeant,’ said Poole. ‘Believe me. It kills her. Since the orphanage, she’s always. .’ He hung his head. Noble’s breathing slowed. A moment later, Poole looked up. ‘About that cigarette.’

Noble reluctantly pulled out his pack and offered it round. There was silence as each lit up, appreciating the temporary kinship of tobacco.

‘Does Alice have to know?’ said Poole finally.

‘Oh, I think Alice already knows what she’s getting into without our input,’ replied Brook.

‘What does that mean?’

‘It means, like Yvette, she knows the basis of your relationship and what it makes her.’

Poole’s face betrayed his fury. ‘I don’t think there’s any need for that!’

‘Did money change hands?’ asked Brook, ignoring Poole’s indignation.

‘Money?’

‘Grey. Did you pay for the heads-up?’

‘Not. .’ Poole tightened his lips around the rest of the sentence.

‘Not yet.’ Brook took a long pull on his cigarette. ‘Let me speak plainly, Len. Sergeant Grey is no friend of mine. He’s a time-serving dinosaur and has no place in a modern Force. However, this job does something to people and he may once have been a decent officer. So, if he’s a friend of yours, can I suggest, for the sake of his pension, that you never mention even the promise of money changing hands again?’

Poole nodded and stood to leave.

‘Where are you going?’

‘I’ve said my piece.’

‘Then it’s our turn. Tell me about Russell.’

Poole reluctantly sat back down. ‘I hardly know him and that’s the truth, Inspector. When he was two or three I saw him quite often when Yvette moved to Chester. He was a cheerful little chap if a bit shy. When he got to five or six and started school, I barely ever saw him.’

‘Because that’s the time you met your wife.’

‘I’d already moved to Uttoxeter, met Eileen and we got married.’

‘But Yvette still followed.’

‘Yes. But I hardly ever saw her unless I ran into her in the town by accident. I was working in Derby, see. In 2003 we moved back to North Wales. Yvette followed and I’d give her help getting set up, but they couldn’t settle in one place because of Russell’s problems.’

‘The bullying?’

‘That’s right.’

‘And when you moved back here six months ago, you set Yvette up again.’

‘I didn’t even know she was here, believe me. Do you think I would have put her in a house so close to Alice, and let Russell attend the same college as my future stepson? I had no idea, until three months ago when she turned up on my doorstep asking for money — that’s the truth.’

‘Which doorstep?’

‘Not Alice’s, thank God. The house I’m renting in Station Road.’

‘So she found you and started blackmailing you again.’

Poole stiffened. ‘I told you. I’m not Russell’s father. It wasn’t blackmail, I — ’

‘- felt sorry for her,’ finished Brook sarcastically. ‘Tell me, did you get Russell’s DNA from his toothbrush? It was missing when we processed Yvette’s house.’

Poole smiled. His smugness had returned. ‘I didn’t steal Russell’s toothbrush. The lad must have taken it with him.’

Brook gazed at Poole, choosing his words. ‘What have you got on Yvette?’

Poole sneered at Brook. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’

‘Yes, you do. Your relationship with Yvette is tawdry and exploitative. And whether Russell is your son or not, Yvette has every reason to shout about you from the rooftops, especially if you’ve stopped paying for her silence. But has she done that? No. Has she spoken to Alice? No. She didn’t even admit to us that you’d told her about the body in the river. But that’s not the worst of it. The fact she’s prepared to sleep with you without being paid. .’