Chapters (67)
- Cover
- One
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- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
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- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
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‘Surprised you didn’t then,’ Serrailler said.
He stepped inside, stood still and listened. There was the strangely dead silence of an empty house but he still called out, and went on calling, as he entered the two ground-floor rooms, kitchen, pantry, covered walkway with two children’s bicycles and the recycling bins. A small wooden sledge was tied to the roof.
Upstairs. Four bedrooms, all curtains drawn, everything tidy and clean and very empty. He opened a wardrobe in the main bedroom, then a chest of drawers, after which he went into the children’s and a spare room and did the same. All of the drawers and hanging cupboards were more than half empty of clothes, shoes, toys and both bathrooms clear of any toiletries.
As he stood on the landing he saw that the hatch to the roof space was very slightly out of place. He pulled the ladder down but found only some rolled-up carpet and an old television set and faint lines in the dust.
‘They’ve gone,’ he said, running down the stairs. ‘Clothes and personal stuff missing, and it looks as if there were some suitcases in the attic which have been dragged out.’
‘So that’s it?’
‘For now. You can get off, don’t want you missing a second of off-duty time. I’ll lock up and take the key.’
‘SOCO then.’
‘As far as we know the house isn’t a crime scene, so probably not for the time being. Thanks, guys. Oh, and well spotted on that trick stone – you saved your shoulder and the force a repair bill.’
In the car and about to pick up messages, Serrailler felt as if life and energy had been drained out through the soles of his feet. He had had no sleep, only coffee and a bacon bap to eat, his throat was raw and he could taste the smoke in his mouth. When he breathed in, the lining of his lungs were sore. If he went back to the fire scene there would be nothing he could do, and there would be no more information now until access to the building was allowed. He opened the window and inhaled deeply a few times. Bevham air was not like that on top of a Swiss mountain but still a definite improvement on that in and around Starly now.
He usually ran up the stairs to his flat but now, his legs apparently full of lead, it was three flights of toil. He felt better after a hot shower but when he sat down on his bed, he was swallowed up by tiredness. Three minutes later, he was asleep.
Fifty-Four
‘Brookie and Alfie, get out of there and home, now, or you’ll feel the back of my hand. I said you weren’t to come round here, it’s not safe, and that cop has told you to scarper. Tommy and Connor, you should know better. Now come here!’