The Scarlet and the..... Grey? Part Eight

By Kay S

 

The body was already stone cold when the dog found it. Lying in a narrow alleyway just off Jamaica Lane, covered by a cardboard box, only her feet visible. Alistair stood back as the Scene of Crime Officers picked the murder scene apart. The snow was falling quite heavily, giving the alley a bright glow that seemed totally out of place. The entirety of Jamaica Lane had been cordoned off, and the prostitutes who worked there were craning their necks to see which one of their friends hadn't made it through the night.

He watched as Alex made her way over to a prostitute standing alone, dragging heavily on a cigarette. Gently, Alex led her to one side and discreetly motioned for Alistair to join her. So far, there had been no sign of Tim this morning, and Alistair was a little impatient. The Voodoo symbol had been scrawled on the wall this time, not on the floor, and the dead woman had an inverted cross carved into her chest, almost severing one of her breasts.

She was young, no older than maybe 25, but had none of the hard look of the streets about her that prostitutes normally had. Her startlingly red hair contrasted starkly with the snow that enveloped her, almost the same colour as her blood that had seeped into the hard ground. Alex was serious as he approached her.

"Nikki, this is D.S. Greig, he's in charge of the investigation. Do you want to tell him what you just told me?"

Nikki looked at him resentfully, then looked back at Alex, who silently nodded. Nikki threw her cigarette to the ground and stamped on it.

"Her name's Amanda Sargent. She lives in Lancia Gardens with her parents."

Alistair looked at Alex in surprise. You hardly expected a prostitute to live in the more expensive area of Sun Hill with her parents. "Tell him the rest, Nikki."

"She's not on the game. She's studyin' medicine at Imperial College. Her dad's a doctor an' all. Works down at St. Hugh’s."

Alistair looked surprised as he took all of this in.

"Then what was she doing in Jamaica Lane, Nikki? Does she come down here to make money or to get her kicks?"

Alex looked at him sharply.

"Neither. She came down here last night to drop somethin' off for me. I left my condoms at 'ome, and I called her and asked her to bring me some. Okay?"

Alex put her arm around Nikki.

"Look, would you come down to the station and tell us this? Talk on the record?"

Nikki looked doubtful as she surveyed the scene.

"Nikki, we really do need to talk to someone who knew Amanda well. It would really be a great help, okay?"

Alistair heard Alex soften her voice as she talked to the obviously frightened young woman. Her accent became a little stronger as she tried to lull Nikki into trusting her.

"D'you really think this is gonna help her?"

Nikki was uncertain as she looked down at Alex, and then back to Alistair.

"Nikki, it may not help Amanda, but it could stop this happening to you and the other girls down here."

Alex looked at Alistair in surprise as his voice filled with compassion.

"You were lucky it wasn't you last night. Now, if anything you can tell us can make a difference, then it'll be worth it, huh?"

Slowly, Nikki nodded and allowed Alex to lead her to the car. Making sure she was safely in the back of the car, Alex turned to Alistair.

"Well done. I knew you had to use that charm for something..."

She smiled warmly at him while gently taking his hand and squeezing it, an innocent gesture to most onlookers.

Apart from Tim Bayliss, who had just arrived on the scene, three hours late, unkempt and dishevelled. Alex looked at him thunderously.

"Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be in by 8! In case you hadn't noticed, we have another murder on our hands!"

Tim looked sheepish.

"I'm sorry, my, uh, alarm didn't go off, and I guess I overslept. Sorry, Alex."

"Bit late for sorry, Tim, don't you think?"

"I had a late night last night, I, uh, couldn't sleep."

Alex suppressed a snigger.

"More like you didn't want to sleep, you mean..."

Alistair picked up on her meaning and turned away from Tim so that he wouldn't see the desperate strain of trying not to laugh. Alex looked at him with an amused look in her eyes.

"Okay, we'll talk about this later. There's nothing else we can do here for now, so we might as well all go back down to the station. Tim, I want you to sit in on Alistair and I when we interview a possible witness, okay? You can see how we do things over here."

Tim wasn't amused as Alex made him sit in the back with this two-bit prostitute who was probably lucky to be alive herself. He slumped next to her in the back seat, blatantly ignoring her as she looked him up and down. Alex and Alistair were talking quietly in the front of the car, and Tim could make out occasional snatches of the conversation, enough to know that they were talking about the fresh body.

He'd spent the night with Jolie, hardly getting any sleep at all. The woman was an animal in bed! She had gone out for an hour or so around midnight, saying that she had left something important at the office, but, when she returned, had pulled him into bed for a marathon sex session. Spent and exhausted, she had finally let him go to sleep at 5. Not exactly ideal conditions for having to be into work for 8. Now he was paying the price, and he was afraid that Alex and Alistair would have something to say about it once they got back to the office.

Reg Hollis stared at the quartet as they walked into the front office. None of them looked totally awake, and Tim, especially, looked a little the worse for wear. Tim looked over at Reg smirking, certain that the whole station could tell what he had been up to with Jolie the night before. He wasn't wrong. His smug smile gave it all away.

Alistair closed the door of the interview room, just as Alex was indicating that Tim and Nikki should sit.

"Either of you two want coffee? Nikki?"

"Yeah, white, 2 sugars."

She slumped in her chair as Tim nodded his affirmation.

"Alistair, will you give me a hand with the coffees?"

He followed her out of the room and to the coffee machine.

"You were a little harsh on Tim, weren't you? I mean, what's the poor guy done, for God's sake? Nothing worse than what we did last night..."

Alex looked at him accusingly.

"At least we had the decency to make it into work on time," she whispered sharply.

Alistair smiled as he looked around to make sure that no one was in the vicinity.

"I couldn't exactly be late, could I, Guv, you would have eaten me alive!"

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her warmly. She pulled back almost immediately, smiling at him.

"No I wouldn't, I'd have saved that for tonight! Maybe I was a bit of a bitch, but he was late, and if I'm lenient with either you or him, I have to be lenient with everyone."

Alistair nodded as she handed him two coffees, one for him and one for her.

"Come on, let's go find out what Nikki knows, okay?"

 

Part Nine of "The Scarlet and the..... Grey?"

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