Danielle Ramsay - Broken Silence

Matthews stood up, ready to lunge at him.

‘What? Bloody hell, Jimmy, she had … you know … it was all there! She had tits and everything!’

‘For fuck’s sake, you sick bastard! She was only fifteen!’

Chapter Nine

‘I can’t do this, Jimmy.’

‘The hell you can!’

Brady slowly shook his head.

‘I can’t keep quiet. If you’re right then this is somebody’s kid we’re talking about. Somebody’s fifteen-year-old kid with their face gone, for fuck’s sake!’

Yet Brady knew he owed him. Owed him big time. But what Matthews was asking was the impossible. He was expecting Brady to risk going to prison for him. He picked up the bottle of Scotch and thought the better of it. Damn Matthews; all he’d wanted was to return to work quietly.

Suddenly a sharp rap at the door added to the tense atmosphere.

Matthews signalled for Brady to get rid of whoever it was.

Brady got up from his seat wincing.

A more persistent rap followed.

‘I’m coming!’ Brady shouted as he limped towards the door.

He yanked the door open, but not wide enough to allow a view into his office.

Conrad stood in front of him.

‘Oh shit. Don’t tell me it’s already started?’

‘Five minutes ago,’ Conrad replied. ‘Gates sent me to find you. He’s in a foul mood, sir.’

‘That’s all I need. Make up an excuse for me, will you? I’ll be there as soon as I can.’

‘I’ll do what I can, sir,’ answered Conrad.

Brady breathed out slowly. He could trust Conrad. He was a good bloke, which made Brady feel even worse about the way he had treated Conrad after Claudia had walked out on him.

He shut the door and waited until Conrad’s footsteps had disappeared.

‘What do you want from me?’ Brady asked, turning to face Matthews.

‘I need your help. I need you to make sure my name doesn’t come up in this investigation.’

Brady numbly stared at Matthews. He couldn’t believe what he was asking. How the hell was he going to keep Matthews’ name out of it? He didn’t want to think about the fact that someone could have witnessed him with the girl before she was murdered.

It was impossible; he couldn’t do it.

‘Call it payback,’ prompted Matthews.

Brady didn’t move, didn’t say a word. Matthews had him by the balls and he knew it. Matthews was the only person he could have gone to when he was on the verge of losing everything. Without question, Matthews dealt with it discreetly. Brady had never asked how, didn’t want to know, but needless to say Matthews had made the problem go away. Now Matthews had a problem of his own. A problem that Brady somehow had to fix.

‘All right,’ agreed Brady unwillingly. ‘But tell me you’re not involved in any of this?’

‘You of all people know me better than that!’

‘Are you sure?’

‘What the fuck’s got into you, Jack?’ snapped Matthews. ‘Did I ask you any questions when you came to me desperate for my help?’

Matthews was right. Brady realised he had overstepped the mark. He didn’t know what had got into him. Matthews needed his help now. Quid pro quo. It was that simple. The problem was it didn’t feel that straightforward. Even if he didn’t end up inside because of this, there was a good chance he was going to lose his job. Matthews was asking Brady to keep quiet about his involvement with a murder victim hours before she turned up brutally dead. Too much was at stake. But they both knew Brady didn’t have a choice; he had rolled the die a long time ago.

‘All right, I’ll do what you say,’ conceded Brady. ‘But Jimmy, I need more than your word. You need to let me in on what the fuck is going on here.’

Matthews didn’t say anything.

‘For fuck’s sake, Jimmy! This is me you’re talking to.’

‘I … I don’t want to get you involved,’ Matthews blankly stated.

‘Fuck it. You come to me with the news that you knew the murder victim. Not only that, but you were with her the night she was murdered. Bloody hell, man! Tell me how I’m not involved?’ demanded Brady.

Matthews sighed and cradled his head in his hands.

‘You don’t understand,’ he muttered.

‘Too right I don’t understand.’

‘I’m … I’m in trouble, Jack. Way over my head. And … and if I’m honest I don’t even know where to begin,’ Matthews said shaking his head.

Brady had never seen Matthews like this before. The man was scared shitless.

‘Jimmy?’

Matthews looked up at him dejectedly.

‘You didn’t do it, right?’

‘No …’ mumbled Matthews.

‘Then we can—’

‘Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!’ Matthews shouted.

He suddenly stood.

Brady watched as he started to pace the floor.

‘You don’t get it! No, I didn’t fucking murder her. But that’s the least of my problems right now.’

‘So tell me what’s going on.’

‘I can’t.’

Brady sighed. He realised that it wasn’t worth talking to Matthews in the state he was in. It was better to let him get some rest first and then they’d decide what to do later.

‘Go home, get some sleep and then we’ll talk,’ suggested Brady.

Matthews looked at him and wearily nodded before making his way to the door.

‘Jimmy?’ Brady questioned. ‘The murdered girl, who is she?’

‘Like you said, I need to go home and get my head around what’s happened. After I’ve figured out what I’m going to do, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.’

Matthews opened the door and then turned round to face Brady.

‘And remember, if this gets out I’m not the only one with something to hide.’

Chapter Ten

Brady did his best to sneak in. As usual, his best wasn’t good enough; at least not where Gates was concerned.

‘Ah, Jack! Pleased to see that you could join us,’ Gates greeted coolly.

‘Bugger,’ Brady muttered under his breath, feeling heads turn as he closed the door. The briefing had started at precisely 8.30 am and he was twenty minutes late; not a good thing with a boss who hated tardiness.

He thought about joining Gates at the front of the room, but as soon as he spotted DS Adamson standing there, the idea lost its appeal. He made his way to the back wall and leaned against it.

Brady caught the mocking stare of DS Robert Adamson. He held it for a second too long, forcing the uptight bugger to shift his arrogant gaze. Adamson belonged to North Shields CID and was presumably here because they needed extra bodies for the murder investigation. He was a young, arrogant man in his early thirties who typified the new breed of copper that accelerated their way through the ranks after graduating from University.

Adamson was five feet ten but his stocky build made him appear much taller. Brady hated the way his reddish blond hair was trendily gelled to look messy and tousled. His heavy-set square jaw was typically clean-shaven while his intelligent bright blue eyes lacked any subtlety or compassion. Simply put, he was out for what he could get. Unlike Brady, Adamson toed the line. His suits were always dark and imposing, with matching ties and plain white shirts. Overall Adamson reminded Brady of a politician. In other words, he couldn’t be trusted.

Brady had known from the first time that he’d been introduced to Adamson that he was a bullshitter. Adamson had tried to win Brady over with his false bravado but it hadn’t worked. Consequently, Adamson had since treated Brady with competitive contempt. Brady had the rank that Adamson so clearly thirsted after. But as Adamson stood beside Gates, Brady had the uncanny feeling that he was sizing up Brady’s position as DI.