Дэвид Муди - Strangers

‘I knew he was a wrong-un,’ the PC whispered. Scott was shocked by his lack of professionalism. ‘Can’t say I’m surprised. My old man always said he was capable of it.’

‘Capable of what?’

‘Doin’ what he’s done. You pissed him off at school and you knew you was in trouble.’

‘He taught you as well?’

‘Very few folks round here Ken Potter didn’t teach. Half of Thussock would have been out in the streets celebrating if he’d been the one found dead in the flowerbed.’

‘So what happens now?’

‘Big one, this is,’ the officer explained, giving away too much information but apparently unconcerned. ‘We’ve got everyone working on it. Ties in with the others.’

‘The others?’

‘Aye. Glennaird and Falrigg. Joan Lummock? You must’a seen it on the news.’

‘I saw something…’

‘Never thought it’d be Ken Potter, though. Sick bastard. Still, we’ll have him before long. He won’t get far. Everybody round here knows him. I’ll look forward to seeing him banged up. Might sell a few tickets to that one.’

It was almost ten by the time Barry dropped Scott home, the questioning at Potter’s house having gone on for some time. Scott had managed to get the briefest of messages back to Michelle after she’d picked up the girls from school, but the brevity of their conversation had inevitably raised more questions than it answered. There’s been an incident , was all he told her. I have to give a statement .

‘What happened, love?’ she asked the moment he was through the door. ‘I’ve been going out of my mind.’

He looked up. Phoebe was at the top of the stairs. Tammy appeared in the living room doorway. ‘Not in front of the kids,’ he said and Michelle shooed the girls away then followed him into the kitchen. She fetched him his dried-up meal and a drink and put them down in front of him. He just stared at his food.

She held off for as long as she could, wanting to give him a chance to get over whatever it was that had happened, but after a couple of minutes she could wait no longer. ‘You going to talk to me?’

‘I found a dead body,’ he said, and the combination of such unexpected news being delivered so abruptly, so tactlessly, took her by surprise.

‘You… you found what?’ she stammered.

He looked up at her face, a mask of seriousness but with a definite hint of disbelief, bordering on a smirk. ‘You heard me. I made a delivery, but one of the blokes at the yard fucked it up. I had to go back to the same customer’s house later with the boss and…’

‘What had happened to him?’

‘Nothing. He’d gone. Done a runner. Left a girl in his back garden, badly fucked up.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What do you think I mean? He’d cut her up, Michelle. Looked like he’d had his way with her, then cut her up. Sick fucker sliced her fanny to pieces.’

Michelle visibly recoiled, again both because of what he’d said and how he’d said it. He took a couple of half-hearted mouthfuls of food, then shoved the plate away.

‘Want me to cook you something fresh?’

He shook his head. ‘Nah.’

‘Want a beer or something?’

Another shake of the head.

‘Want me to—’

‘I want you to shut up, Chelle,’ he said. ‘Give me some space.’

‘Sorry.’

He looked at her, watched her watching him. ‘I’ve been answering questions all day. Just don’t want another load, that’s all.’

‘I understand.’

‘It’s not your fault.’

How could it be my fault, she thought but didn’t dare say. She could only imagine what he’d been through today, this coming on top of everything else. She sat down next to him and cautiously put her hand on top of his. When he didn’t react, she held it a little tighter.

‘How did the girls get on at school?’ he asked.

‘Fine. Both miserable as hell, complaining about the kids and the teachers and how much homework they’ve got. They’ve settled in quick. That’s exactly how they were in Redditch.’

He managed half a smile and seemed to relax slightly. ‘George all right?’

‘He’s fine. He missed you tonight, though.’

‘I’ll see him in the morning.’

‘That’s what I told him.’

‘I think I will have that beer,’ he said, and Michelle got up to fetch it from the fridge. She took the lid off the bottle and handed it to him. He gestured for her to sit back down. ‘And what have you been doing with yourself today?’

‘Oh, just pottering around the house, unpacking. Not a lot else to do yet. We’re going to go out tomorrow, George and me. Get signed up at the doctors and see if I can find something for him to do. He needs to get out and mix with other kids.’

‘I know.’

For a short while longer, neither of them spoke. Michelle almost did a few times, but she didn’t want to put her foot in it. He did this too often, distracting her with trivialities to keep her from asking about the big stuff. Scott picked at his food and she cleared her throat. ‘Look, love, I know you’ve had enough and I don’t want to do anything that’s going to upset you, but I just need to know a few things about what happened today, okay? I’m not asking you to tell me everything, I just want to know that you’re all right and that we’re going to be okay here.’

‘If there was a problem I’d tell you.’

‘I know you would. It’s just that—’

‘We’re going to be okay.’

‘It’s just that I feel really out on a limb here, emotionally as well as physically.’

‘I get that.’

‘Do you?’

‘Yes, and like I said, we’re going to be okay.’

‘But this girl… the police…’

Scott drank more beer, then put the bottle down. ‘What’s the problem? What more do you want me to say? Look, I’ll spell it out for you, shall I? I made a delivery first thing, but some dickhead at the yard hadn’t loaded everything up right. The uptight arsehole I was supposed to be delivering to had a fit, so I went back to the yard. I went back out to his house later with Barry Walpole, and he’d disappeared.’

‘And that’s when—?’

‘That’s when we found the girl, lying in a flowerbed, with blood all over the place and her cunt torn open. Okay?’

Michelle choked back a startled sob. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘So we phoned the police and waited a fucking age for them to turn up. It’s not like Redditch here. I get the impression there’s only half a dozen of them, and they didn’t know their arses from their elbows. Took for-fucking-ever to get everything done, so that’s why I’m back so late. Oh, and I’ve still got a job, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘Of course it’s not. I don’t care about the bloody job. I’m just interested in you.’

‘Nothing to worry about. Think about it logically – this girl gets sliced up and Potter goes missing the exact same time. He probably did that body in the woods we saw on the news too.’

‘You think?’

‘One of the coppers practically said as much.’

‘So who was he?’

‘Ex-school teacher. Bit of a bastard from what I hear. Bit of a sick fuck, actually…’

‘Why did you have to be the one who found her?’

He looked at her, surprised. ‘Luck of the draw? What does it matter? I didn’t do it. It’s got nothing to do with me.’

‘I know that, but people here don’t know us, do they? They don’t know anything about us other than the fact we’re new to the area. I’ve had enough of people whispering behind my back. We came here to get away from all that.’

‘This is different.’

‘It sounds like everyone knew this Potter guy.’