Read The Price of Butcher's Meat Online
Authors: Reginald Hill
He paused. I took the cue.
âhe had his own key?âI said.
ânoâbut he knew that a spare key was left on the stone ledge above
the front doorâwhich implies a considerable familiarity does it not? Then he sat in the kitchen drinking Miss Lees whiskyâtill he thought he heard a noise. He went into the passageâsaw nothingâreturned to his whisky. Then a little laterâtwenty minutes perhapsâhe wanted to go to the toilet. In the passage he noticed that the door of the treatment roomâclosed beforeâwas now ajar. He looked insideâsaw Mr Hollis on the tableârealized there was something seriously wrongâthat one of the needles was plunged in far too deeplyâ& he was attempting to pull it out when my officers interrupted himâ
âhow did they get in?âI asked.
âanother good question!âthey found the front door openâhe said.
âdoes Mr Godley say he left it like that?âI asked.
ânoâhe is adamant he closed it behind himâhe said.
I saidâwhen your men brought Mr Godley inâdid he need to go to the toilet?â
He looked surprisedâthen checked his notes & saidâin fact yes he didâurgentlyâI see what youre getting atâthis supports his storyâon the other handâwith us menâstress often brings on the need to urinate or defecateâ& killing somebody would be most stressful I imagineâespecially for a healer. But that was a good point Miss Heywoodâdo go onâ
He was inviting meâalmost provoking meâto speculateâwhich was rather flattering. But I wanted to get away & mull over these things by myself.
I stood up & saidâwhere is Mr Godley now?âwould it be possible to see him?â
To my surprise he saidâno problemâin fact one of our cars is giving him a lift to his home in Willingdeneâso they can drop you at Kyoto House en routeâ
GobsmackedâI saidâyou mean youre letting him go?â
âwe dont hold people unless weve got good reason Miss Heywoodâhe said.
Whichâof courseâwasnt really an answer.
Pascoe now shook my hand & saidâthank you for helping us. I may need to talk to you againâif thats all rightâ& dont worry about your emails. Need-to-know is my watchword! Shirley!â
Hed opened the door into the bigger room. Bitch Novello was thereâstill not meeting my gaze.
Pascoe saidâdrop Miss Heywood off as you pass Kyotoâwill you?â
Neither of us spoke as Novello led me down the stairs & across the lawn to where a police car was waiting. I could see Mr Godley sitting in the back. Novello opened the rear door for me & I got in.
Every time I see Mr Godley I seem to adjust his age downward. Id got him down to nearer thirty than fortyâbut today when he turned those gentle gray eyes on meâif it hadnt been for the grizzled beardâhe could have been a frightened teenager. In factâup closeâI could see that the beard wasnt so much grizzled as gildedâthe lighter colored hairs amidst the dark brown being bright gold rather than gray. Some genetic quirkâI thoughtâor maybe hes got highlights! He was wearing jeans & a t-shirtâthe former a bit too bigâthe latter a bit too small. Meaning theyd got his own clothes for examinationâso he was still some way from being out of the woods.
He did his usual shrinking away thingâ& when I saidâhow are you?âhe saidâfineâin a choked sort of voiceâ& turned his head to look out of the window.
Novello had got in the front passenger seat. She looked round & said to Mr Godleyâwheres our driver then?â
âhe said something about getting a cup of coffeeâsaid Mr Godley.
âJesus!âsaid Novelloâwhats he think hes on?âa coach tour of the dales?â
Then she got out & strode off back toward the garage.
I saidânows our chanceâwe could make a run for itâ
He looked round at me & saidâwhy should I want to run?â
I saidâI didnt mean anythingâlook Mr Godley while Ive got the chanceâI just want to say I think its absolutely ludicrous suspecting you of being involved in Lady Denhams murderâ
He looked at me blankly for a momentâthen he smiledâ& bang went another 5 years!
âthank youâhe saidâthank youâ
To my horror I realized thatâabove the smileâthere were tears in his eyes.
âsorryâhe saidâbrushing them awayâits just thatâa kind wordâfrom youâ
I wasnt really listeningâI was too busy staring at his hands. It wasnt till he raised them to his face that I realized he was wearing handcuffs!
I burst outâI thought they were letting you goâPascoe said they were taking you homeâ
âoh yesâhe saidâso that they can search it with me thereâ
âwhat a bastard that man is!âI cried.
âhes doing his jobâhe said resignedly.
âIm going to put in a complaint!âI fulminated.
Hed been looking at me sort of assessinglyârather disconcertingâseeing hed never managed to meet my gaze for more than a split second on our previous meetings.
He saidâMiss Heywoodâcould you do something for me?âif you see Dorisâcould you tell her Im all right?â& no matter what they sayâI havent said anything?â
I saidâDoris?â
He saidâIm sorryâMiss Leeâ
I saidâbut I thought she was called Yanâ
He saidâthats her professional nameâshe was christened Dorisâ
âchristened?âI said. For some reason I found myself thinkingâMiss Lees converted so that they can get married in whatever happy-clappy chapel Godly Gordon worships atâbut whos daft idea was it to lumber her with a name like Doris?!
Then I pulled myself up & saidâsorry Mr Godleyâyour private relationships are your own businessâyesâof course Ill pass on your messageâ
He was looking all anguishedâus trick cyclists are good at spotting that kind of thingâthe facial spasms & writhing lips are the subtle clinical signs we look out forâthen he burst outâshes my sister!â
Well I was fair gobsmacked!âstunnered!âdundercowpt!âall those other things dad is whenever something happens to remind him its the 21st century!
âbut youre not Chineseâare you?âI said stupidly.
At least that made him smile again.
âyouve noticedâhe said. 1st time Id heard him make anything like a joke.
Then it all came out.
Miss Lee is really Doris GodleyâGordons half sister! His dad married the daughter of a Taiwanese couple who ran a takeaway in Leeds. They produced Doris. When she was 9 her mother died. Cancer. Gordons dad married again a year later. Shortly afterward Gordon appeared. When he was 5 his mum ran off with a salesmanâ& Gordon was more or less brought up by his half sisterâDoris. Age 16 she started working in her grandparents takeawayâtill they sold up & went back to Taiwan. After that she was a checkout girl at Tescosâbut shed got interested in acupuncture through some practitioner her grandparents usedâname of Yan Leeâ& acted as a sort of part-time assistant cum apprentice. When Yan Lee died a few years laterâDoris thought of taking over but found the old ethnic clientele didnt much fancy being stuck withâ& byâDoris Godley from Tescos. By this time Gordonânow 19âhad discovered hisâalleged!âhealing powersâthough this was a talent not much valued in the council wages office where he worked.
Thenâa few years onâtheir dad died leaving them a surprisingly large insurance payout & the family homeâa terrace house in a bit of Leeds which was in the process of being gentrified. Soâwith a bit of money to play withâthey each decided to follow their true calling. Doris headed upmarketâfirst moving to Harrogate & taking over her old mentors nameâYan Leeâeven recycling some of her professional certificates for added authenticity.
Eventually she fetched up in Sandytownâbecause a patient whose arthritis she did wonders for turned out to be Lady Denhams land agent! He was the one Lady D told to do the deal with Avalon while she was putting Sir Harry through his paces in the Caribbean! Hearing Doris was looking for new premises he saidâwhy not relocate completely?âSandytowns on the upâexaggerating a bit probably cos he wanted his own treatment source handy! As a sweetener he offered a generous 10 year lease on Witch Cottage.
She thought it all looked a bit too Sleepy Hollowish to start withâbut
clever agent made sure she met Tom Parkerâalready a crazy fan of alternative medicine. So she stayedâ& when the Great Consortium sprang into beingâwith Toms plans for promoting alternative therapiesâshe thought shed really got it made.
But there was a downside. Lady D now began to look at all her many land & property holdings in the light of the new marketing opportunities on offer. Eventually it occurred to her that Witch Cottageâpicturesque & historicalâwas a potential mini-goldmine. Guided toursâlocal fareâa gift shoppe! The only trouble was Miss Lees leaseâwatertightâ& with renewal options. Doris was unbudgeable. She knew a good thing when she saw it. But dear old Daph was no slouch when it came to finding angles! Somehow she found out the truth about Doris & she put it to herâif she insisted on the terms of her leaseâLady D would go publicâtaking the high moral groundâinsisting that the good name of Sandytown would be soiled foreverâif they permitted a known con artist to continue practicing her unqualified medicine there!
Nothing Doris could do but agree to move out. When she told Gordon he was furiousâhence the row with his hostess at the hog roast.
But none of this did he want the police to knowâbecause of what it would do to his sisters reputation if it got out.
I told him he was crazyâhe was under suspicion of murder for Godsake!âhe had to come clean. But he was adamant. He owed Doris more than he could ever repay. In any caseâhe saidâin this country innocent people dont get condemned for crimes they havent committed.
I started to sayâif you beleive that youll beleive anything.
Then suddenly Novello & Wield appeared.
The sergeant saidâchange of planâwe need to talk to you a bit more Mr Godleyâ
& he started to help Gordon out of the car.
At the same time Novello opened the front passenger door. I saw her pick something up from the seatâ& start slipping it into her pocket.
I leaned forward & got hold of her wrist.
It was a mobile phoneâ& it was switched on.
Novello didnt pull away or anythingâjust turned bright redâconfirming what my mind was telling me.
Id been put in the car with Gordon Godley to get him to talkâ& uglymug Wield & cunningbastard Pascoe had been listening in on everything he said!
What was worseâGordon had paused half out of the car & was taking in this little sceneâonlyâfrom the way he turned those big gentle eyes on me like a dear old Labrador whose owner has inexplicably given him a hard kickâhe had jumped to the conclusion that I was in on it!
I yelledâno! I didnt know!âreally!â
But already Wield was marching him away from me.
Novello started to slide across into the drivers seatâsayingârightâIll drive you home nowâ
I opened the door & got out.
âfuck youâI saidâfuck you & all the rest of youâIll walkâ
OKânot the most elegant of put-downsâI thought of several much better on my way back up the hillâbut none of them good enough to damp down my anger. When I got back to Kyoto Minnie was waiting for meâgagging for a blow-by-blow accountâbut I brushed past the poor kid & came straight up to my room to e you. O God CassieâI wish you were here so we could talkâface to face. Something like this happens & suddenly everyone looks differentâeverything has at least a double meaningâtheres nobody to trust. Id pack my bag & head for homeâexcept I know that Id just take all this other baggage with me. You used to say one day it would get me into real troubleâalways putting the most sensational interpretation on the most ordinary of incidents. But this time Im not fantasizing.
Shit has happenedâis still happeningâhere in Sandytownâ& Im not leaving till Ive helped clean it up!
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Lots of love
Charley xxxxxx
I need to watch myself!
Felt a bit knackered when I got back and had my last chat with Mildred, and thought I'd take forty winks. When I woke, it had been at least an hour and I'd have been happy to make it longer! It felt real good lying there on my bedâlike a day off at home when there's no reason to get up afore opening time.
But I knew it weren't really good. In fact, it were downright bad. When a Home starts feeling like home, that means you're getting institutionalized! All them proud words to Pascoe about being a cop first, a patient second, seemed just hot air. Didn't have a good CID thought in me. Needed to snap meself out of that, so rolled off the bed, doused my head in cold water, and settled down to read the Heywood lass's e-mails.
That helped a lot, made me ashamed of myself. I mean, here's me, the great detective, can hardly drag himself out of bed, and here's this young lass, bright as a button, sharp eyes taking everything in, nebby as a norrie, always making connections, not scared of two and two making five, in fact sometimes she could jump to conclusions for England!
I laughed out loud at the bits she wrote about me.
Could Pete be right about her writing that note to Daph? Not likely, I'd say. Any lass brought up on Stompy Heywood's farm's going to have a right down-to-earth attitude to the animal kingdom. No cruelty, but no sentimentality either. Mind you, owt's possible when you've been a student. Whatever, it's real good intelligence, this stuff. Bet she hates Ivor's guts for spreading it around! Hope Pete's got the sense to be straight with her. Could be useful if he keeps her onside.
But I can't sit around here all day when there's work to be done. I told Pete I'd take statements from Fester and Pet. Who should I start with? Pet's handiest, but I reckon the longer I keep her waiting, the gabbier she'll be. So I'll take a stroll up to the clinic and see if I can wipe that smile off them teeth! I'd best take these e-mails with me. Don't want Pet doing a search for illegal substances and coming across these. Any road, man carrying a file always looks more official.
And just in case Fester breaks down and makes a full confession, I'll stick my friend Mildred in the file and leave her running!