Reginald Hill - Death Comes for the Fat Man

MILL STREET

never much of a street west-the old wool mill a prison block in dry blood brick its staring windows now blinded by boards its clatter and chatter a distant echo through white-haired heads east-six narrow houses under one weary roof huddling against the high embankment that arrows southern trains into the citys northern heart few passengers ever notice Mill Street never much of a street in winters depth a cold crevasse spring and autumn much the same but occasionally on a still summer day with sun soaring high in a cloudless sky Mill Street becomes desert canyon overbrimming with heat

TWO MUTTON PASTIES AND AN ALMOND SLICE

At least it gives me an excuse for sweating, thought Peter Pascoe as he scuttled toward the shelter of the first of the two cars parked across the road from number 3.

You hurt your back? asked Detective Superintendent Andy Dalziel as his DCI slumped to the pavement beside him.

Sorry? panted Pascoe.

You were moving funny.

I was taking precautions.

Oh aye? Id stick to the tablets. What the hell are you doing here anyway? Bank Holidays been canceled, has it? Or are you just bunking off from weeding the garden?

In fact I was sunbathing in it. Then Paddy Ireland rang and said there was a siege situation and you were a bit short on specialist manpower so could I help?

Specialist? Didnt know you were a marksman.

Pascoe took a deep breath and wondered what kind of grinning God defied His own laws by allowing Dalziels fleshy folds, swaddled in a three-piece suit, to look so cool, while his own spare frame, clad in cotton slacks and a Leeds United T-shirt, was generating more heat than PMs Question Time.

Ive been on a Negotiators Course, remember? he said.

Thought that were to help you talk to Ellie. What did yon fusspot really say?

The Fat Man was no great fan of Inspector Ireland who he averred put the three fs in officious. If you took your cue and pointed out that the word contained only two, hed tell you what the third one stood for.

If you didnt take your cue, he usually told you anyway.

Pascoe on the other hand was a master of diplomatic reticence.

Not a lot, he said.

What Ireland had actually said was, Sorry to interrupt your day off, Pete, but I thought you should know. Report of an armed man on premises in Mill Street. Number three.

Then a pause as if anticipating a response.

The only response Pascoe felt like giving was, Why the hell have I been dragged off my hammock for this?

He said, Paddy, I dont know if youve noticed but Im off duty today. Bank Holiday, remember? And Andy drew the short straw. Not his idea you rang, is it?

Definitely not. Its just that number threes a video rental, Oroc Video, Asian and Arab stuff mainly

A faint bell began to ring in Pascoes mind.

Hang on. Isnt it CAT flagged?

Hooray. There is someone in CID who actually reads directives, said Ireland with heavy sarcasm.

CAT was the Combined Antiterrorism Unit in which Special Branch officers worked alongside MI5 operatives. They flagged people and places on a sliding scale, the lowest level being premises not meriting formal surveillance but around which any unusual activity should be noted and notified.

Number 3 Mill Street was at this bottom level.

Pascoe, not liking to feel reproved, said, Are you trying to tell me theres some kind of intifada brewing in Mill Street?

Well, no, said Ireland. Its just that when I passed on the report to Andy

Oh good. You have told him. So, apart from not feeling it necessary to bother me, what action has he taken?

He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, but not very hard.

Ireland said in a hurt tone, He said hed go along and take a look soon as he finished his meat pie. I reminded him that three Mill Street was flagged, in case hed missed it. He yawned, not a pretty sight when hes eating a meat pie. But when I told him Id already followed procedure and called it in, he got abusive. So I left him to it.

Very wise, said Pascoe, also yawning audibly. So whats the problem?

The problem is that hes just passed my office, yelling that hes on his way to Mill Street so maybe Ill be satisfied now that Ive ruined his day.

But youre not?

A deep intake of breath; then in a quietly controlled voice, What Im not satisfied is that the super is taking what could be a serious situation seriously. But of course Im happy to leave it in the expert hands of CID. Sorry to have bothered you.

The phone went down hard.

Pompous prat, thought Pascoe, setting off back to the garden to share his irritation with his wife. To his surprise shed said thoughtfully, Last time I saw Andy, he was going on about how bored hes getting with the useless bastards running things. He sounded ripe for a bit of mischief. Maybe you ought to check this out, love, before he starts the next Gulf War single-handed. Half an hour wouldnt harm.

None of this did he care to reveal to Dalziel.

Not a lot, he repeated. So perhaps youd like to fill me in?

Why not? Then you can shog off home. Being a clever bugger, youll likely know number threes CAT flagged? Or did Ireland have to tell you too?

No, but he did give me a shove, admitted Pascoe.

There you go, said Dalziel triumphantly. Since the London bombings, them silly sods have put out more flags than we did on Coronation Day. Faintest sniff of a Middle East connection and theyre cocking their legs to lay down a marker.

Yes, I did hear they wanted to flag the old Mecca dancehall at Mirely!

A reminiscent smile lit up Dalziels face, like moonlight on a mountain.

The Mirely Mecca, he said dreamily. Had some good times there in the old days. There were this lass from Donny. Tottie Truman. Her tango could get you done for indecent behavior-

Yes, yes, interrupted Pascoe. Im sure she was a charming girl vertically or horizontally-

Nay, hod on! interrupted the Fat Man in his turn. You shouldnt be so quick to put folk in boxes. Its a bad habit of yours, that. Tottie werent just a bit of squashy flesh, tha knows. She had muscle too. By God, if theyd let women throw the hammer shed have been a gold medalist! I once saw her chuck a wellie from halfway at a rugby club barbecue and it were still rising at it went over the posts. I thought of wedding her but she got religion. Just think of the front row we could have bred!

It was time to stop this trip down memory lane.

Pascoe said, Very interesting. But perhaps we should concentrate on the situation in hand. Which is?

Thats the trouble with you youngsters, said Dalziel sadly. No time to smell the flowers along the way. All right. Sit-rep. Foot-patrol officer reported seeing a man in number three with a gun. Passed on the info to a patrol car who called in for instructions. So here we are. What do you make of it so far?

The Fat Man had moved into playful mode. Its guessing-game time, thought Pascoe. Robbery in process? Hardly worth it in Mill Street, unless you were a particularly thick villain. This wasnt the commercial hub of the city, just the far end of a very rusty spoke. The mill itself had a preservation order on it and thered been talk of refurbishing it as an industrial Heritage Center, but not even the Victorian Society had objected to the proposed demolition of the jerry-built terrace to make space for a car park.