“How is the team?” he continued, changing the subject without warning.
“Tired but determined.”
“And you?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m sure you are, but don’t feel you have to take the weight of the world on your shoulders, Helen. I know you like to lead from the front, but we’re a team—or at least we should be.”
“Of course.”
“Which is a roundabout way of saying that my door’s always open. It’s important that senior officers have someone they can talk to.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Speaking of which, I was going to ask you if you would like to come round to dinner at our place one evening. Sarah and I would love to get to know you a little better, in less formal surroundings.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
“We’ll make a date, then. And of course you should feel free to bring someone with you, if you want.”
It was said in an open, friendly manner, but Helen could sense that a question lay beneath Gardam’s amiable offer.
“Just me, I’m afraid,” Helen said.
“And are you okay with that?”
For a moment, Helen was silent—surprised by the bluntness of the question.
“I don’t mean to pry,” Gardam continued. “But I’m aware that you don’t have any family locally and I’ve seen talented officers get eaten up by the pressures of the job, simply because they don’t have anyone to share their burden with. I’d hate to see that happen to you.Doyou have someone you can talk to?”
“I have a very supportive team,” Helen replied cautiously.
“And outside of that?”
“Really, I’m fine. But if it ever gets too much, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“I’ll hold you to that. And I meant what I said. I’m happy to talk anytime—I don’t want there to be any barriers between us. It’s not in your best interests and it’s certainly not in mine.”
Smiling, he patted her on the shoulder and took his leave, bestowing his cheery optimism on the officers who were starting to gather in the incident room as he left. It had been a pleasant enough encounter, but it left Helen with many questions. Why had he been probing her for information? Why was he so interested in her personal life?
And how long had he been standing there before she woke up?
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“We’re still waiting on DNA results to confirm the identity of our victim, but we’re assuming for now that it is Denise Roberts. She’s a single mum who lives with her son at the address that was targeted last night. I’ve already spoken to Callum Roberts and got a pretty clear idea of the family situation and her lifestyle. We also have CCTV footage that may be helpful.”
Helen hit the remote control, and some grainy footage came up on the screen behind her. The officers shuffled forward, all hoping to see something significant.
“This was taken from a security camera above a lockup on Ramsbury Road, which can be reached in under a minute via a cut-through from Denise’s house. The time code shows that it’s eleven twenty-three p.m. The first 999 call reporting a fire at Denise Roberts’s was logged at just after eleven thirty-five p.m., so who is this man?”
The team watched intently as a tall figure jogged past the camera and away down the street.
“He’s got his back to us, so we can’t see his face, but we can tell that he is white, about six feet tall with dark hair. He wears heavy boots, dark jeans and a Puffa waistcoat, so why was he going for a jog? It was pushing midnight, he wasn’t dressed for it, he doesn’t seem to be running away from anyone, so what’s the hurry?”
“Perhaps he was just late for something?” DC Lucas chipped in.
“Maybe, but I’d like to know for sure. Run the rule over Spence’s associates, but let’s start from the top on this one. Clear minds, okay?”
