Bottleneck (29 page)

Cullen didn't know what else he could do. "Fine. We'll be in touch."

Cullen had no idea where Buxton had got to - given what he'd caught him doing the other morning, Cullen wouldn't be at all surprised if he was actually washing Bain's car.

He found a laptop and started typing up the interview transcript, his fingers hammering so hard the E key bounced off. He spent a minute trying to put it back on.

He looked over to a thud from the adjacent desk.

Buxton glowered over a pile of filing. "This is the last time I come with you on one of these."

"One of what?"

"Your little runs," said Buxton. "I've been doing
filing
, mate."

"Sorry."

"I should have been in there with him," said Buxton. "I know the bloke."

"Sorry," said Cullen. "You heard Bain."

"What happened?"

"Nothing much," said Cullen. "I think I annoyed his lawyer."

"This isn't going to end well, is it?"

"I doubt it," said Cullen.

McCrea appeared beside them, grinning. "The gaffer wasn't impressed with that."

"Really?" Cullen looked up.

"Said he looks like a right idiot," said McCrea. "Not happy at all."

"How?"

"For fuck's sake," said McCrea, "you brought in a pop star and you're trying to pin some load of bollocks on him."

"He's involved in this," said Cullen, avoiding eye contact. "He knows something. I'm sure of it."

"Feel it in your water, do you?" said McCrea.

Cullen just sighed.

"His concert tonight might be a bit more important, don't you think?" said McCrea.

"Are you seriously telling me a concert takes precedence over finding a killer?" said Cullen.

"It's ancient history," said McCrea. "Interesting how you get the cold cases whereas we get the live ones through here."

"It's hardly a cold case," said Cullen.

"You're lucky you've still got a job after what you said to the gaffer earlier," said McCrea.

"Right," said Cullen. "After the way he speaks to people?"

"It's the insubordination," said McCrea. "If you saw that, you might not still be a DC." He grinned. "And bringing up the Hughes case in that interview, big mistake. Thought you'd read through the case?"

Cullen nodded. "I had. In light of the recent evidence we obtained in Edinburgh, I thought it was pertinent, don't you?"

"Pertinent?" said McCrea. "Look who's swallowed a dictionary." He folded his arms. "Listen, these aren't the same case and you're barking up the wrong tree."

Cullen's phone rang. He checked the display - Cargill. "Got to take this." He held the phone up to McCrea, who merely shook his head and looked away.

Cullen went to the corridor to answer it.

"Glad you finally answered," said Cargill. "I've been looking for you all day."

"Sorry, I've been busy."

"I need you to head to Tulliallan," said Cargill.

Cullen shut his eyes. Tulliallan wasn't a good sign - the training college was now used as Police Scotland's headquarters until permanent offices were built. "What for?"

"A certain ex-superior officer of yours has decided to report your behaviour to our mutual DCS."

Cullen stood in the corridor in Tulliallan feeling like shite. The cold was definitely in the post.

He got his mobile out and called Sharon. "I doubt I'll get to this gig tonight."

"Did you not get my text?"

"I'm drowning in unread texts today." Cullen hadn't checked his phone all afternoon. "What did it say?"

"I gave the tickets to Chantal. I don't feel like going."

"Okay," said Cullen. "I think I've caught your cold."

"You have been pushing yourself a bit hard," said Sharon.

"Yeah, I know. And to what end?" He ducked into the stairwell as he saw Bain, McCrea and one of their superiors marching down the corridor. "How are you doing?"

"Shite," said Sharon. "You?"

"Had an eventful day. Told a DI to go fuck himself and now I'm going to get battered for it."

"Methven?"

"He's been fine for once," said Cullen. "Well, fine for him."

"Not Bain?"

"Aye."

"Jesus, Scott."

"I know," said Cullen. "I'm at Tulliallan just now. Turnbull and Cargill are meeting me here. I'm going in front of Soutar."

Sharon laughed. "Getting hauled in front of Turnbull's boss is certainly a way to make your name in the new regime."

"Bain is having a laugh," said Cullen. "I didn't do anything out of order. There were no witnesses and if he conjures one up then they're lying."

"Remind me why I go out with you again?" said Sharon.

"My natural poise and balance."

She snorted down the phone.

Turnbull came barrelling down the corridor, wearing full uniform, his face like thunder. Cargill and Methven followed.

"Better go," said Cullen. "We're going in. I'll call you later."

"Constable," said Turnbull, acknowledging Cullen. He pushed past him into the room, Cargill following.

Methven stopped.

"What's going on, sir?" said Cullen. "Is this about what I allegedly said to DI Bain?"

"I've no sodding idea," said Methven. "Alison and Jim have been on the phone to their opposite numbers in Glasgow all afternoon and neither spoke in the sodding car. It might be wider than that." He checked his watch. "We're late, so we'd better get in."

Entering the room, Cullen consoled himself with the idea that Turnbull was finally getting his round table.

DCS Carolyn Soutar sat at the end of the table and took a roll call.

Turnbull and Cargill were on one side, across from Bain, McCrea and Turnbull's opposite number, Detective Superintendent Keith Graham.

There were a couple of faces Cullen didn't recognise, presumably part of Soutar's central team.

As he sat in the chair next to Cargill, Cullen realised he knew very little about Soutar, but on first impressions she clearly had presence. Unfortunately, she had a voice like Margaret Thatcher.

"Thank you for gathering here." Soutar looked around the room and made eye contact with every officer present, before licking her lips. "We should
not
have to put up with this sort of thing so early in the new force. I expected a lot more." Her eyes settled on Cullen. "DC Cullen, I have heard your name a fair amount today. Why?"

"He's a smart little bastard is why," said Bain.

"Enough," said Soutar. "It would appear we have managed to get ourselves into a bit of a situation here. I don't know or care how we've got to this but I want to clearly state that, from this point on, both investigations are now formally under Glasgow South direction.

Turnbull started spluttering an objection but Soutar held up her hand to silence him.

"Any further incidents of this nature and I shall bring in some of my old colleagues in the Met. I don't have to remind you how bad that will look for the new Scottish police service as a whole, do I?"

"I don't think it would be prudent to merge the cases," said Turnbull.

"Please elaborate," said Soutar.

"While I'm happy to acknowledge there are certain connections," said Turnbull, "are we positive they are, genuinely, one and the same?"

"They're not," said Bain. "Our boy was killed for drugs. No idea why theirs was."

"What problem are we trying to solve here?" said Cargill. "It seems like DI Bain and his team are running a different case to us and we have co-operated fully."

"Go on," said Soutar.

Cargill cleared her throat. "They've been using one of our best resources, DC Cullen, to run errands in Glasgow when we could have otherwise used him in Edinburgh. Carolyn, you should be aware of DI Bain's reputation for man-management."

"Now wait a minute," said Bain. "What are you saying, sweetheart?"

"We've worked together." Cargill left it at that.

"Don't I know it," said Bain.

"Carolyn," said Cargill, "DI Bain had to go cap in hand to Strathclyde looking for a new role due to his particular management style."

Bain stabbed his finger in the air in Cargill's direction. "You watch what you're saying."

"We don't want to go into the other reason why you're no longer in Edinburgh, do we?" Cargill had a smirk on her face.

Bain looked away. "I was cleared of any wrongdoing."

"Assaulting a senior officer would have been a serious mistake," said Cargill.

"But I didn't actually assault one, did I?" said Bain.

"Well, you certainly came very close," said Cargill.

"Are you trying to make a point here, Alison?" said Soutar.

"DC Cullen's actions were entirely in keeping with a rational reaction to DI Bain's somewhat unorthodox investigation methods," said Cargill.

"Well, if a junior officer told him to 'go fuck himself', I wouldn't suggest the blame lay with DI Bain," said Soutar.

"That word is a particular favourite with a certain officer," said Cargill.

Soutar pursed her lips. "Alison, this is a modern world. While I myself do not use such industrial language, DI Bain is perfectly within his rights to express himself in such a manner."

"I see." Cargill stared at the table.

"Regardless, it's not the words DC Cullen used," said Soutar, "but the attitude behind them. I will not tolerate insubordination."

"I wholeheartedly agree," said Turnbull. "That said, I have strong reservations about the veracity of the allegation."

"I've just had a phone call from the Chief Constable's office," said Soutar. "Some London lawyers have been making noises regarding one of your officers bringing in Michael Roberts, thereby putting at risk a concert at Hampden tonight."

"DC Cullen acted in good faith," said Cargill. "He had a lead. This is a murder case, after all."

"There is a time and place for everything," said Soutar.

"And we needed to move," said Cargill. "We had a lead and we acted on it."

Soutar looked at Cullen. "It's interesting how we have the same officer involved in an act of gross insubordination and with a formal complaint to the Chief's office."

"An
alleged
act of insubordination," said Turnbull.

Soutar narrowed her eyes. "What are you trying to say here?"

"I don't think the investigation should be placed under DI Bain," said Turnbull.

"He is not fit for purpose," said Cargill.

"You better be careful what you're saying, princess," said Bain, "your new boss is listening in."

"In case you aren't aware," said Cargill, "I'm now a DCI and I'm not subordinate to you."

Turnbull banged his fist on the table. "I fundamentally disagree with this proposal, Carolyn."

Graham raised his eyebrows. "Afraid of seeing it done properly?"

"Hardly." Turnbull looked at Bain. "Brian, I think you're saying these are separate cases."

"I'm saying ours is a drug-related crime," said Bain. "The evidence I've seen from Sun-, sorry Cullen, has been sketchy at best. I'm not even sure you've got a case, big man."

"You've broken protocol," said Cullen. "You spoke to a suspect in Edinburgh without seeking our approval first."

Turnbull cut across him. "Carolyn," he said, his voice pleading, "I'm not sure what we could possibly gain from having these disparate cases under a single MIT."

"I'm sure you of all people can appreciate there are synergies we can leverage," said Soutar, smiling. "Lothian & Borders, God rest its soul, had some high profile cases over the last few years where investigations weren't particularly well focused."

"With all due respect," said Turnbull, "DI Bain was responsible for at least one of those cases."

"He was under your command at the time," said Soutar.

Turnbull glowered at her, disappointment etched all over his face.

"While it may be under Glasgow MIT supervision, can I suggest the Edinburgh investigation is managed at arm's reach?" said Methven. "We're forty miles apart and I worry we'll lose agility if we have to seek approval from Detective Super Graham or DI Bain every time we want to speak to a suspect."

Soutar tapped her pen against her pad for a few seconds. "Very well. I want twice-daily conference calls as long as both are fully active investigations."

"Very well," said Turnbull.

Soutar stared at both Turnbull and Graham. "Gentlemen," she said, her voice deep and authoritative, "I expect this to work seamlessly and without further intervention on my part. I will hold both Detective Superintendents accountable if this is not a success."

Silence lingered in the room.

"You both know the consequences of another incident."

Turnbull led them in search of a meeting room, Cullen and Methven lagging behind.

"I thought that went better than expected," said Cullen, as he climbed the stairs.

"How can you say that?" said Methven. "We've lost control of the case."

"I thought I was going to lose my job."

"This isn't over yet."

Turnbull found a room, occupied by two uniformed Inspectors. He marched in. "I need to ask you to vacate this room."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm pulling rank." Turnbull pointed to the stripes on his sleeve. "Detective Superintendent James Turnbull."

They left the room looking irritated.

"That'll no doubt come back to bite me." Turnbull sat at the head of the table.

"How did we lose our case?" said Cargill.

"Bain and Carolyn go back a long way," said Turnbull. "They were both DCs at the same time."

"Glasgow, right?" said Cullen.

Turnbull nodded. "Strathclyde as was."

"Where does the accent come from?" said Cullen.

"Ten years in the Met," said Turnbull.

"So, we've lost out because of Bain's old pal's act?" said Cargill.

"I'm afraid so." Turnbull looked at Methven. "Good work, Colin. You did well there. Some potential leverage."

"Can we use it to our advantage?" said Cargill.

"I think so," said Turnbull. "Arm's reach never works. This gives us a certain amount of latitude."

"Cullen, you'll have to be our eyes and ears on the ground in Glasgow," said Methven.