Part 20 (1/2)

McCoy stared at me, smiled, then turned and walked out. I was left flabbergasted and extremely p.i.s.sed off. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d could pick up the phone and clear my name right now.

But he wouldn't, and he was clearly revelling in that.

McCoy may have claimed to be a friend of my mother, but, as he left, it was the continuing influence of my dead father that left me wondering.

Chapter Twenty-Eight.

'Don't hog the whole bed, Brodie s.h.i.+ft over.'

I ignored what I thought was someone else's voice, the remainder of a dream that I couldn't pull from its edges. My bedroom was completely dark, thanks to the blackout blinds. I turned in my sleep, pulling more than half the duvet with me. I felt safe and coc.o.o.ned. Lately, I hadn't been sleeping well. I thought it might have something to do with the amount of booze I had been consuming, but I'd still rather blame the light nights or a lumpy mattress. Anyway, tonight I had resisted the temptation to drink myself a little way into slumber and it must have worked. I had obviously fallen into a deep sleep because my dreams were certainly vivid.

I couldn't get the dream back, but reality was kicking in.

I had gone to bed alone and now it definitely felt as if there was a man there.

'I told you to s.h.i.+ft over.'

Jack Deans prodded me none too gently, almost pus.h.i.+ng me over the edge of the bed. I hung there precari ously whilst he settled himself. He had definitely not practised abstinence, the smell of whisky ran round my heart.

'Jack. Jack?'

'Don't scream, gorgeous; let me explain.'

He put his hand over my mouth. It was hard to breathe. I tried to bite him, but he knew what I was up to. He was almost naked, and through his boxers I could tell he was definitely pleased to see me. I didn't feel like returning the compliment. He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered. His hot breath sent s.h.i.+vers down my spine; for form's sake I thought I had better continue trying to kick him. Then I heard the words, and any emotion other than fear flew out the window.

'They've found another body, Brodie. Same MO as before, except they didn't find this poor sod in time. It's only a matter of time before Duncan Bancho turns up here and arrests you. I knew you'd need an alibi, so here I am. The old lock-picking skills are still there and you should be d.a.m.n grateful that they are. In more ways than one. I'm not just useful for scaring the cops away.'

He pulled me closer; his hand was still over my mouth and he kissed me on the neck. My body wriggled towards him. It had a mind of its own. With his free hand he reached out to investigate my nakedness further. He didn't seem quite so bothered about my imminent arrest as I was.

'You are gorgeous, Brodie and I think we should make this look as if we're for real.'

I tried to bite his hand again, but it was more of a nibble. My mouth searched hungrily for his. I was so engrossed I didn't hear the first knock.

'I'll go,' he said. 'You stay here and be quiet.'

Jack grabbed my silky dressing gown and ran to the door. I could hear the mumbled voices coming closer as he led the visitors into my darkened bedroom.

'Just what the f.u.c.k do you think we were doing, Duncan?' he said as he came in. 'Do you want details?'

The harsh centre light was now on in the room and I struggled to get my bearings. Through my squinting eyes I could see that Jack looked both obscene and ridiculous. My pink dressing gown was far too short, and impressively it was still sticking out at ninety degrees.

Duncan Bancho nodded towards me.

'Evening, Brodie.'

I sat up in bed, covering myself as much as possible, and let Jack continue to deal with Bancho as he was doing such an impressive job. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw things I'd rather not, like the young police constable standing on my dirty knickers that I had dropped by the side of the bed; the tights drying on the mirror along with a selection of grey pants; and, taking pride of place, my home waxing kit, which lay in full view with what looked like a year's worth of pubic hair stuck to the roller.

'Detective Inspector if you want to speak to Brodie then that's fair enough. You can see that I have been here with her; she has not had the opportunity to commit any crime. If you want she'll hand herself in at a time to be arranged between you, but if you lift her now, then I promise you there will be a story in the papers about police hara.s.sment by Sunday. See what that will do to your promotion prospects.'

'Are you threatening me, Deans?'

'I'm just stating the facts, Inspector so that we're both aware of the score here.'

'I thought you were the lawyer, Brodie? You must be losing your touch if you're letting this has-been fight your battles. By the way does Joe know this one's s.h.a.gging you?' Duncan Bancho turned to Jack and looked him up and down, before fingering the edge of my dressing gown. Jack didn't flinch; thankfully, his erection was long gone.

'It might not have been such a clever move to give Brodie an alibi, Deans. Glasgow Joe's a hard jealous b.a.s.t.a.r.d you might have bitten off more than you can chew, smart-a.r.s.e.'

Jack stared him down.

'Put the light out on your way out, Duncan, and leave us to finish what we started. Think hard on what I said. I think Brodie's cost you a promotion before, hasn't she?'

Bancho slammed the bedroom door on his way out.

From the hallway he shouted, 'I'll be back, Brodie. You've just got a stay of execution, not a full pardon.'

We listened in silence, straining to hear their car drive away.

'Sorry about that last remark, Brodie he riled me.'

'Was it the comment about being a has-been?'

'f.u.c.k, no; nothing I haven't heard before. No, it's just that we both know he's on his way to tell Glasgow Joe. And he'll enjoy it.'

Jack didn't look obscene any more, just daft in my dressing gown. We looked at each other with embarra.s.sment; we both knew the moment had pa.s.sed. He left to go to the other room and get dressed properly. In the time he was away, I twiddled my thumbs and wondered where the h.e.l.l we would go from here.

'Do you fancy a hot chocolate?' I asked him, shouting through. 'It helps me sleep.' I knew that it would be too straightforward for him to answer 'yes' or 'no'.

'I fancied something hot and sweet when I came in here tonight, darlin', but it wasn't drinking chocolate.' He walked back through, pus.h.i.+ng his mobile into his trouser pocket.

'Well, that's all that's on offer and only if you put some clothes on. You remind me of Donna Diamond. Before the op.'

'How do you know Donna?'

'She's my client. I saw her yesterday morning. I'm representing her in the High Court on the embezzlement charges.'

'Not any more you're not, Brodie,' he told me. 'Do you carry your own fan around to throw s.h.i.+t at?'

'What are you talking about? Has Bridget steamed in again?'

Jack looked at me with a mixture of exasperation and pity. 'Brodie the person found murdered up Calton Hill a couple of hours ago was Donna Diamond.'

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

Pain knocked me down onto a chair.