Martin got up, she was still looking over the body as she spoke. ‘Careful, Bob, you’ll be making it sound like somebody on your squad knocked him off.’

It was a low blow. ‘We’re keen to find them all, but so are one or two others.’

‘Like who?’

Valentine rose. ‘Well I had an interesting chat with Eddy Harris recently, it appears one of the Meat Hangers staff has gone missing since the robbery. I’d think Norrie Leask would be very keen to find him.’

‘Well why don’t you ask him?’

‘I would, but Leask’s gone missing too.’

The chief super removed a packet of Regal from her coat pocket and lit up. ‘Who is this that works for Leask?’

‘A bloke called Finnie, used to be in the army with Darry Millar and, it turns out, Tulloch.’

‘They were all in Tom Rutherford’s regiment?’

‘That’s right. Makes you wonder what Major Tom’s hiding, does it not?’

She drew deeply on the cigarette, exhaled a long stream of smoke. ‘That’s all I bloody need, a military police investigation on my patch.’

‘None of the victims are military, I think that rules them out.’

‘Oh, not necessarily, Bob. If there’s a military angle they have the strangest way of making it their business. And that could leave us with two unsolved murders on our books, or worse, two collars taken off our crime stats, which we can ill afford.’

Valentine let the chief super talk herself out, she was extracting a final gasp from her cigarette when he spoke again. ‘Have the boy’s parents been informed?’

‘Oh, shit. No, they only told us he was missing last night.’

‘It’s going to be a bloody shock for them, after they’ve only reported him missing. Do you want me to let them know?’

‘Yes, Bob, you do that.’ She held up the cigarette, got ready to flick it onto the ground; Valentine reached over and snatched the filter tip from her fingers.

‘I’ll put that out.’

‘Great. Cheers. You want to drive back too?’

The DI nodded. ‘Why not?’

In the car CS Martin spoke in a near-whisper. ‘You don’t think the robbery and the murders are connected do you?’

‘I think the robbery and the murders and the army are all connected in some way, my only problem is that I’ve got no idea how.’

‘This is a mess.’ She grabbed a handful of hair and leaned on the window. ‘I don’t want you to antagonise the military. If you have to ask questions, do it on the quiet, or do it through my office.’

‘And what about the Meat Hangers?’

‘Tie in with DI Harris, if there’s a likely connection, you can take his team into your squad. The way things are shaping up, you’re going to need the extra numbers.’

34

The temperature outside was warming, the sun high and visible for the first time in ages. Some of the school kids from the academy were already larking about in the heat, playing slapsie and chasing each other. It made the detective think of Niall Paton – he couldn’t have been much older than many of the kids, going on the picture his parents had shown him an hour earlier.

The Patons were clueless as to their son’s disappearance and desolate at the news of his murder. Valentine had watched the mother fall into her husband’s arms and weep, repeating the word ‘why’ over and over. He had no answer for that, and he knew he had no answer for many more questions that were stacking up around him.

The family lived in a nice house, only a few streets from where he used to live in Masonhill. That their son had hooked up with Jade Millar – a girl from Whitletts – made him curious. They had such different backgrounds, one family was stable, the other a disaster. Had they really just hit it off? What was the attraction? The detective smiled to himself, he was being naive and he knew it.

He was biting into the sausage roll when he spotted DS McCormack approaching from the other side of the road. He raised a plastic coffee cup to get her attention, waved her across.

‘Some weather, this?’ she said.

‘Don’t knock it, if the sunshine lasts another hour that’s going to pass for our summer.’

She looked down the street. ‘That you parked there?’

Valentine nodded. ‘Yeah, come on. You can fill me in on your Meat Hangers visit as we go.’ They turned to negotiate the pavement and were halted by a young mum with a pushchair, a noisy toddler covered in ice cream wailed at them. ‘That looks good, son.’

The mother smiled, pride beaming out of her.

As they walked on, McCormack spoke. ‘It was an interesting visit, but what John Greig might have called a game of two halves.’

‘I’ll have the good half first …’

‘Well, I got in, I suppose that’s a positive given that the place is closed up. Had to rattle Leask’s accountant for the key and a tour of the records but he played along. No idea where Leask is, though.’

‘What’s Eddy Harris saying about that?’

‘He’s been on the knocker but drawing blank stares all over. If anyone does know where Leask is, they’re not saying.’

‘Jesus, he can’t just disappear, he’s not Houdini, this is a low-rent scrote we’re talking about here. I wouldn’t have rated Leask with the marbles. And what about his business, are you telling me he’s just put the shutters on it?’

McCormack brightened. ‘Ah, now that’s where things get interesting. Bullough, the accountant, says the takings had been down for a long time, Leask was looking to wind up the business. The robbery would have been the final nail in the coffin he reckons because Leask had cash-flow problems.’

‘And he just gave this information up freely, did he?’

A half-smile. ‘Not exactly. Though once he knew we were talking about a double murder, and that we might need to take him in for questioning, the hankie came out to dab his brow.’

‘OK.’ Valentine scrunched up the remainder of his sausage roll and binned it. ‘Go back to the robbery, do you know what the tally was on the take?’

‘A whole bunch. Can’t say for sure because the books haven’t been done for that weekend but it’s a Friday night and Saturday night’s takings which get kept in the safe because there’s no bank on those days, then you add in the Sunday night’s too, which couldn’t be banked until the Monday, only nobody works a Monday because they’re in all weekend…’

Valentine held up a hand. ‘Right, stop there. It’s three night’s takings, is that what you’re telling me?’

‘And the Saturday alone usually totals ninety grand.’

‘We’re talking a six-figure sum, which is not to be sniffed at.’

‘The insurance payout would dig Leask out of a big hole, let’s put it that way.’

They’d reached the car, Valentine pointed the key at the door. ‘Hang on, if Leask was doing an insurance job, then why the vanishing act? Surely he’d just hide the loot and wait for the Man from the Pru showing up with a cheque. It doesn’t make any sense, as it stands.’

McCormack opened the car door. ‘That’s exactly what I thought.’

‘So it only makes sense if Leask’s plan has gone awry, if someone’s done a number on him.’

‘Do you think that’s what happened to James Tulloch?’

Valentine got in the car, sat behind the wheel. They were both staring into the packed street as he spoke. ‘I have honestly no idea, Sylvia. I wouldn’t even like to speculate.’

‘I hear you. The options are limitless aren’t they?’

‘They’re up there.’ Valentine turned the key in the ignition, flicked on the blinkers. ‘We’ll have to start narrowing them down. How did you get on with shaking up the staff at the Meat Hangers?’

‘I didn’t. There was no one there, it’s padlocked up, remember? What I did get, though, was the full staff list, and Bullough confirmed that it’s up to date.’

‘He could be very useful to us, make sure he’s kept on pins.’

‘Oh, I have. Gave him the don’t-leave-town-without-letting-us-know speech.’