Хилари Боннер - A Kind Of Wild Justice

‘There’s something I thought you’d like to know,’ Fielding continued. He obviously had no wish to waste time or make small talk. ‘This joker is some piece of work. He damn near tortured that girl to death. She may have died of dehydration ultimately, but my God she was a mess. Something specific. He sliced both her nipples off.’

‘Good God, why?’ Joanna could not imagine how even the most perverted killer could get a kick out of such a thing, but as she spoke she wondered if Fielding would think her naive to ask such a question.

If he did, he gave no sign. Instead, he smiled grimly. ‘A knife fetish? Who knows what turns these sickos on?’

Joanna was astonished. Not only by the dreadful deed but by Fielding’s eagerness to tell her about it. She wondered if his superiors knew he was planning to give her this line. Probably not, she thought. The detective might be a little chastened, but he was still a maverick. She glanced at him. Why was he telling her this? she wondered. What was his motive?

He carried on speaking, then, almost as if he had read her mind. ‘I want him, Joanna, and I want him fast. The more public outcry we can whip up, the more help we are likely to get. Anyway, that’s the way I see it.’

But not your bosses, more than likely, she thought. ‘Any more detail? How did he do it, and before or after she was dead?’

Fielding told her that a large sharp knife, possibly a carving knife or a hunting knife, was believed to have been used to mutilate Angela’s breasts. ‘And done while she was still alive, poor kid, definitely,’ he continued bluntly. ‘In fact, the SOCOs reckon Matey hadn’t been near the place since soon after he took Angela there. Seems like he may have been scared off and just abandoned her.’ He paused. ‘Two theories: one that he raped her and sliced her breasts right at the very beginning, maybe after the first drop went wrong, and that when the second drop went pear-shaped he was totally scared off and just legged it and left her there. Two, that he went back to the mine and had a bit more fun with her and sliced her breasts after the second drop. Just for the hell of it, or for revenge or some such twisted thing. Don’t know which scenario I like best, really. Do you?’

He made an attempt at his disarming grin but it didn’t quite work. He picked up the remains of his pint and drained the glass. ‘Oh, and she was buggered, of course, but that’s no surprise.’

It wasn’t, but Jo still hated to hear it. Rapists were very fond of buggery. It was all about degradation.

‘Curious MO,’ he went on. ‘On the one hand Matey’s a criminal out for gain. Organised. Done his homework. Knows the territory. He’s hand-picked his victim, studied her family. On the other hand he’s a psychopathic sex fiend. Those sorts usually perform opportunist crimes and gain doesn’t come into it.’ He stood up. ‘But you know that as well as I do, don’t you?’ he said, looking down, his face serious.

Good God. He really was treating her like a grown-up suddenly, as if he had finally accepted that she was indeed chief crime correspondent of the Comet and not just a bit of a joke. But she had no illusions about him. He was an instinctive wheeler-dealer, you could sense that in Fielding. She didn’t doubt he handled police politics very smoothly indeed. He seemed to have a pretty good grasp of the office politics of newspapers too. And Fielding was shrewd enough to know that if he wanted to stuff Manners, make him really mad, the best way to do it was not to feed a major exclusive to the opposition, but to tip off the woman who had been promoted over his head. That would hurt Frank Manners much more. In addition, Manners would be sure to guess that Fielding had fed her the line. He knew Fielding’s style so well. And that would make him even madder, which was no doubt Fielding’s intention.

As she left the pub, just minutes behind the detective sergeant, Joanna could not resist a chuckle. She didn’t doubt, however, that Fielding believed what he said about stirring up a public outcry, nor for a second that he had been genuinely horrified by Angela’s death and the manner of it. But there was this other side of him. He was a high-flyer, a man determined to reach the top in his career. While the bulk of the criticism of the police operation had so far been directed at the man in charge, DCI Parsons, Fielding was widely regarded as Parsons’s right-hand man, so it reflected badly on him too. The ransom drop which went wrong was especially damaging for him, of course.

Angela’s family, the boyfriend she knew had been rigorously questioned after her disappearance, and all who had been close to the teenager, were now fully aware that if she had only been found earlier she could probably have been saved.

A shiver ran down Joanna’s spine. She had been up to the remote spot on the moor where the body had been found, taken a look at Knack Mine. It was a stunningly beautiful place, actually, when you were out in the fresh air walking around, fit, well and free to leave when you wished. She could only imagine what it must have been like for a seventeen-year-old girl to be bound and trussed and held underground there. And raped. And buggered.

Word was that the girl had been a virgin, too. And on top of everything she’d been beaten and systematically tortured. Joanna found she had an all too clear picture in her mind, of Angela lying in that hole in the ground in her own blood and faeces, desperate for water, dying finally of dehydration. It was a wonder she didn’t just die of fear. All that the bastard had done to her and in the end it was simply lack of water that had got her. The whole thing was almost too dreadful to think about.

But Joanna had not actually seen the poor girl’s body. She had not had to look at those mutilated young breasts. Fielding had. Something else she could only imagine was the effect that would have on him. She knew he was a tough career cop. But she could not believe that he would not have been deeply affected. Certainly he seemed very different from the man she had first met.

She thought vaguely that maybe she could even get to like him.

Joanna’s story caused quite a stir. It was just the sort of tale the tabloids loved. All the other news desks wanted to know why their crime teams didn’t have the nipple-slicing line. She was pleased with herself. She was just as ambitious as Fielding in her way, and just as wrapped up in herself and her own world — aware as she was that it was a world many people considered to be more than a little distasteful.

Joanna was as disturbed by the horrors faced by Angela Phillips as any halfway decent person. But that didn’t stop her giving the gruesome story, in the words of her first news editor, ‘plenty of top spin’. Her report dwelt on every horrific detail. If she considered the effect of its being splashed luridly all over the Comet would have on those who were mourning Angela, it certainly didn’t make her pull her punches in any way. She became even more popular with her editor than she had been before. Picking up sensational exclusives was beginning to become a habit with her.

Her popularity with her peers, however, sank correspondingly. The opposition were getting roastings from their news desks and Frank Manners, allegedly working alongside her down in Devon but as often as not quite clearly working against her, kept having his thunder stolen. And he didn’t like it.

The pack picked up on her new connection with Fielding, as, she supposed, had been inevitable. Their attitude to her became increasingly more offensive and her relationship with Manners in particular struck a whole new low.

‘Good morning, Joanna,’ he said, meeting her outside the incident room at Blackstone on the morning that her latest big story had appeared. Joanna, waiting with a small group of reporters for a promised briefing, was standing by her car, idly studying the modern, rather ugly village hall, which seemed to her to be quite out of place in picturesque Blackstone, and thinking how ironic it was that the building in which Angela Phillips spent the last evening of her life now housed the police team investigating her murder.