turns to patrol the streets?â Marie asked.
âWeâre just being careful, thatâs all,â Lucy said unconvincingly. âAnyway, why would you think it was the Rippâ why would you think it was that man, who Grace went off with?â
âBecause sheâs been gone for five hours!â Marie screamed. âFive bloody hours.â
âSheâs a smart girl,â Lucy said. âShe wouldnât take any unnecessary risks.â
But was she so smart? Marie wondered.
Grace said she was nineteen, and that sheâd been on the game for three years. But sometimes, when you caught her without any make-up on, she didnât look more than fifteen. And even with make-up, there was still a hint of the fresh-faced innocent about her which reminded Marie of herself, when sheâd first started out walking the streets.
And how long did you keep that look, girl? she asked herself. Six months at the most!
âIâd better be moving on,â Lucy said. âYou want to learn to relax a bit, Marie. Carry on worrying the way you are, and you could end up a basket case.â
I could end up a lot of things, Marie thought. I could end up dead .
FIVE
D S Kate Meadows appeared in the doorway of the Drum and Monkeyâs public bar, looked around, and spotted her new boss and the rest of the team at the table on the other side of the room.
Studying the deliberately purposeful way she strode across the room, Paniatowski felt a momentary glimmer of hope that perhaps â against the odds â Meadows was the bearer of some important piece of information which would help them to wrap up this bloody case in no time at all. Then, taking a closer look at Meadowsâ elfin face â and reading the very adult frustration that was residing there â she felt that hope flicker and die.
Paniatowski gestured towards the empty chair next to Crane, and said, âAnything to report, Kate?â
âKershawâs neighbours are either deaf or dumb â or both,â Meadows said, sliding gracefully into her seat. âNone of them â not a single one â appears to have seen a bloody thing.â
Paniatowski felt her recent grumpiness start to evaporate, and did her best to hide a half-smile which had forced itself on to her lips.
She had been like Meadows once, she thought â young, enthusiastic, expecting every investigation to open up as neatly and easily as a tin of sardines.
âYou look like you could use a drink, Kate,â she said. âWhatâs it to be? A pint of best? Or would you prefer a short?â
âA tomato juice, thank you,â Meadows told her.
Around the table, three sets of very surprised eyebrows involuntarily rose, and then, when the wearers realized how rude that might appear, were quickly lowered again.
âSo you just donât fancy a drink tonight, then, Sarge?â Crane said, to cover his own embarrassment â and possibly that of the others. âWell, I can sympathize with that â I sometimes donât feel like one myself.â
âNot that that happens very often, young Jack,â Colin Beresford said, with a chuckle.
âItâs not that Iâm not drinking tonight â itâs that I donât drink at all,â Meadows said, and though she appeared to be addressing the remark solely to Crane, it was plain that it was intended for the whole table. âAnd, in case the thoughtâs crossing your mind that I might be a recovering alcoholic, Jack, let me assure you, here and now, that Iâm not.â
Crane blushed. âI didnât mean to . . .â he began.
âI know you didnât,â Meadows said, with a softening smile. âBut itâs better to get these things straight right from the start, donât you think?â
She was clearly a woman who knew her mind, Paniatowski thought approvingly.
âAs a matter of fact, Iâll skip even a
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