Dead To Me (14 page)

Once again Rachel made notes.

Janet had taken Rachel through the strategy, showing her how she aimed to first recap with Sean his existing statement and then ask more probing questions about the details that concerned them: the missing shopping, the missing phone, the lapse of time between Sean’s alleged discovery of the body and the 999 call. Rachel had listened carefully, stopped to clarify points, clearly fascinated. ‘Anything else you suggest?’ Janet had invited her to contribute.

Rachel thought for a moment. ‘The knife, the weapon – could he tell if there was one missing? Did he remove it from the scene?’

‘What do we know about the weapon?’

‘Not much. According to the post-mortem, it’s a medium-sized kitchen-type knife,’ Rachel said.

‘Was it in the flat or brought to the flat?’

Rachel shrugged. ‘We don’t know.’

‘Are we sure a knife was used?’

‘Well, a knife or similar implement.’

Janet studied Rachel; she hadn’t picked up on the difference between discussing the weapon and the other items. ‘We can’t demonstrate any of those things,’ Janet explained. ‘No conflicting evidence, so we can’t prove or disprove what he’s telling us. Whether he’s lying. But with the shopping, the phone, and timing of the emergency call we have distinct evidence, separately acquired, which we can use to test Sean’s account.’

‘Catch him out.’ Rachel gave a nod of understanding, a glint in her eyes. ‘I want to go for tier three.’ Janet caught a glimpse of the girl’s ambition, her hunger to learn. Now all she needed was to apply that willingness to all the areas of the job instead of just the bits she liked.

Sean appeared to be calmer than on the previous day. Numb around the edges. Eyes still bloodshot, though. Had he slept?

Janet had decided she would open with the phone call to Lisa. This wasn’t one of the three key areas, but it remained an anomaly. Would his story have changed? ‘Yesterday, you told me that you rang Lisa shortly after one o’clock. And we’ve been able to confirm that from phone records. Please can you tell me again what the phone call was about?’

‘I wanted to know when she’d be back, like,’ Sean replied, ‘and she said about half three.’ Although she was practically home by then.

‘Was there anything unusual about the call?’

‘No,’ he said.

‘You told me yesterday that Lisa had gone shopping, that’s correct?’

‘Yes,’ he agreed, perhaps a tinge of uncertainty underlying the answer.

‘What was Lisa going to get?’

‘Don’t know. Some clothes, I think.’ He tried to sound casual, but Janet could feel the tension rising in the room. He rubbed at his chest, a soothing gesture. Was his heart racing? His breath becoming hard to catch?

‘Did she buy anything?’

‘I don’t know,’ he said. He looked at Janet, but his gaze soon slipped away.

‘When you came back to the flat at half past three, was there any shopping there?’

He gave a little sigh, almost a moan, and laced his fingers together. ‘No, I didn’t see any.’

‘We have been able to establish that Lisa got a taxi home from town and she was carrying five bags of shopping. The taxi took her home. Yet you say when you went to the flat there was no shopping. Can you explain that to me?’

‘Dunno, maybe she put it away,’ he said hesitantly.

‘And the shopping bags? We didn’t find those in the flat either. Can you account for that?’ He didn’t speak. Janet saw his jaw tighten. She waited a few seconds, then: ‘Where did Lisa usually keep her phone when she was at home?’

Sean moved in his seat, reacting to the new topic. ‘What d’you mean?’ Buying time.

‘Where would her phone be when she was in the flat?’

‘In her pocket or … on the table.’

‘The coffee table?’

‘Yes.’

Janet remembered the photographs, the table topsy-turvy, Lisa’s body wedged alongside it. ‘Yesterday, you said you didn’t see Lisa’s phone when you went to the flat. Is that true?’

‘Yes. I didn’t see anything,’ he said, ‘just her, seeing her like that … That’s all I remember.’ His voice was shaky.

‘I asked you yesterday if you had removed anything from the flat and you said you hadn’t. I’m going to ask you that question again now: did you remove anything from the flat?’

‘I didn’t,’ he said, ‘I didn’t take anything.’ Blinking.

‘Lisa came back from town with five bags of shopping and her mobile phone. When you called us to the flat, those items were missing. That makes me think that they are of significance to this inquiry.’ Or you wanted to make some easy money robbing the dead. ‘Can tell me anything about that?’

‘No, I don’t know,’ he said.

‘We need your help to find out who did this to Lisa.’

‘I’d tell you if I could. Course I would.’

He was becoming alarmed, so Janet lowered her voice, deliberately relaxing her posture before she went on: ‘In your statement you said that you arrived at the flat at three thirty and found Lisa, and covered her with a duvet. Then rang the police. Is that right?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you absolutely certain it was that time when you got there?’

‘About then.’

‘Can you think of anyone who saw you on your way there who could confirm that for us?’

‘No. No one I knew, like. The school, you could ask them,’ he said.

‘How long does it take to walk to Lisa’s from your house?’

‘Five minutes.’

‘You covered Lisa with the duvet then; please describe to me what you did next.’

‘I called the police.’ His face looked drawn, his hands clamped together.

‘That call didn’t come into us until five past four. That means there was a period of thirty-five minutes between you finding Lisa and summoning help.’ Janet kept her eyes on his face. ‘How do you account for that?’

He didn’t say anything.

‘Can you describe to me what you were doing during that time?’

‘Can’t remember,’ he said. A weak response.

‘Did you leave the flat between half past three and four o’clock?’

‘No.’

‘You live five minutes away. Did you go home and return to the flat and then ring us?’ Change your clothes, Janet thought, get rid of the shopping and the phone, hide the knife.

‘No.’

‘Sean, is there anything in your statement you would like to change?’

‘No.’ He bit at his thumb again, an almost childish gesture.

‘You see, I’m having a problem seeing how these things fit together. That makes me think that perhaps events weren’t exactly how you describe them.’

He sat silently, though his face flickered with emotion.

‘Let’s go back to the phone call …’ Janet began again.

After another hour of persistent questioning, examining Sean’s account in minute detail, presenting him time and again with the inconsistencies, there was a knock at the door. Rachel went to answer it and returned with a piece of paper that she gave to Janet. Janet opened the paper:
CCTV from Arndale – Lisa shoplifting items and placing them in her own bags
. Oh, yes! Another piece of the puzzle. But why was Sean lying? In the light of murder, shoplifting was way down the priority list. So why bother trying to cover up that? Or were his lies designed to conceal his part in Lisa’s death? Janet still had no idea. All she could do was continue to chip away.

‘That was fresh evidence,’ she told Sean. ‘I am able to tell you that we now know Lisa was shoplifting in town, that she came home with stolen goods. I’ll ask you again: can you tell me where those items are?’

Sean angled his face up to the ceiling, let his hands slump by his sides. Submission. ‘I took them,’ he said, then looked briefly at Janet. ‘I got rid of them.’

Janet resisted the temptation to make eye contact with Pete or to turn round and see Rachel’s reaction at the breakthrough this represented. It was important to maintain the connection with Sean. As long as he was still talking to her, she was in effect the only person in the room with him. ‘Why?’ Janet asked. To sell them on? Funding a drug habit was no easy thing. ‘Why did you take them?’

‘I just did.’

‘What did you do with them?’

‘I got rid of them, I told you,’ he said.

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Where did you get rid of them?’

He sat for a few moments, his eyes downcast. Running through the possibilities? ‘In the bins, the dumpsters behind the shops, on Garrigan Street.’

‘When?’

‘Straight after. After I saw her.’

‘Before you rang the police?’ Janet said.

‘Yes.’

‘So, you did leave the flat?’

‘Yes.’ He swallowed.

‘And Lisa’s phone?’

‘I took that too.’

‘What did you do with the phone?’

‘Same,’ he said.

‘Why?’

‘Dunno.’

‘There must be a reason,’ Janet said.

‘No, I’m just … I wasn’t thinking right.’

‘Why didn’t you tell us this in your original statement?’ Janet said.

He shrugged, shook his head. He looked close to tears.

‘Sean, is there anything else you’d like to tell us?’

‘No.’

‘Anything else you’d like to change from your original statement?’

‘No,’ he said.

‘Sean, I need to ask you something now, and I want you to think very, very carefully about your answer. Can you tell me anything about how Lisa died?’

‘No, no,’ he shook his head, ‘I just found her.’ He was frightened. With good cause. He had waited to call the police for over half an hour. He had taken items away from the crime scene, he had disturbed the crime scene, he had a volatile relationship with the victim. Janet thought they might be moving close to an arrest. She concluded the interview, but told Sean he would be expected to return to the station when requested as they would definitely need to talk to him again.

* * *

Gill had been observing the interview and told Janet she had already contacted Phil Sweet to secure the bins behind the parade of shops on Garrigan Street. ‘Not much of the parade left,’ Gill said. ‘There’s only a pound shop, an offie and a hairdresser’s still open.’

Pete had established that bin day was Thursday, which meant the rubbish would not have been collected since Sean left the things there on Monday. MIT were able to give Phil Sweet a list describing the carrier bags that Lisa was seen carrying on the various CCTV tapes.

In order to protect evidence and minimize the risk of cross-contamination the dumpsters would be removed wholesale to one of the forensic units where the search would be systematically documented.

18

RACHEL HADN’T SAID
anything to Janet about visiting Rosie Vaughan. She’d only get her knuckles rapped, or maybe worse. Definitely worse if Janet snitched to Gill. They were pretty pally. Rachel got the impression they were mates outside of work.

Perhaps Sean wasn’t the link; she’d thought some more about Sean’s DNA not being a match and about Rosie’s reactions. It was Ryelands that was important. She read the report that Janet had put in after her visit there, turned to the final page, which she hadn’t bothered with before, just a list of extra bits of information. Among them the name of Lisa’s social worker, now retired.
Martin Dalbeattie
. Rachel felt her scalp tighten. Martin Dalbeattie had been Rosie’s social worker too.
Available for background
, Janet had noted,
contact via Ryelands House
. So he hadn’t died or gone off round the world. He could still be in Manchester.

Rachel picked up the phone and rang Ryelands. Marlene Potter answered.

‘DC Bailey, Manchester Metropolitan Police,’ Rachel said briskly, one eye on the door into the corridor in case anyone came in. ‘You spoke to my colleague yesterday.’

‘Janet, yes.’

‘She’s … Janet’s asked me to get contact details for Martin Dalbeattie. You thought he’d be happy to help if we needed him?’

‘Sure, give me a second.’

Rachel waited, her pulse too loud in her ears, tapping her pen on the desk until Marlene came back on. ‘It’s a Stalybridge number …’ and she reeled it off.

As Rachel repeated it, writing it down, Kevin walked in. He came over to her desk where she finished scribbling and ended the call. She turned the paper over.

‘Doing something you shouldn’t?’ he asked. ‘Personal call in work time?’ He was smirking like some big schoolboy.

‘Phone sex,’ Rachel said. ‘Helps pay the bills.’ Enjoying the way he blanched. ‘You ruined the moment.’

He began to laugh a little nervously.

She scooped up the note and her bag. ‘You think I’m kidding?’ she flung over her shoulder as she left. She went into the Ladies, where he wasn’t able to follow. Now she had to decide how to tackle Martin Dalbeattie.

Gill called them into the meeting room. Rachel made sure to be on time. Was Gill quick to forgive
misdemeanours
? Or one of those bosses who never let it go? Rachel felt disgruntled. It was she who’d cottoned on to the shopping in the first place. Yes they’d have got there eventually – well, soon as they did the CCTV trail – but Rachel had been thinking one step ahead
and
it had turned out to be a significant issue. Because Sean had stolen the clothes and the phone, and denied doing so for long enough.