Death of a Valentine (6 page)

If Josie had been a friend, thought Hamish, he could have sent her back to the police station to look after his dog and cat. Angela had rebelled at taking care of them any
more. Certainly there was a large cat flap in the kitchen door, large enough to allow both of them to come and go, but left to their own devises they were apt to go along to the kitchen door of the
Italian restaurant and beg. Then they got fat and he had to put both on a diet and then they both sulked.

‘Are you all right now?’ he asked Josie as he drove her out on to the Strathbane Road in the police Land Rover. He had told her to leave her car behind.

‘It was a horrible sight,’ said Josie with a shudder.

‘What did you expect? She was blown to bits.’

‘I’ve never seen a dead body before,’ said Josie.

‘You get used to it,’ said Hamish callously. ‘Once they’re dead, it’s just clay.’

‘What do you expect to find at this wildlife park?’ asked Josie.

‘I want to dig into the character of Annie Fleming. Her parents were very strict. Maybe she’d begun to rebel. Maybe she’d got into bad company.’

Hamish turned up the muddy road leading to the park. A sign hung crookedly at the entrance. Hamish slowed to a stop and read the board. It said WILDLIFE PARK, PROPS, JOCASTA
AND BILL FREEMONT.

They drove in past empty cages towards a hut with a sign saying OFFICE.

A woman came out to meet them. She was in her mid-thirties with two wings of fair hair hanging on either side of a thin face. She was wearing a shabby navy sweater over a grey shirt and jeans
tucked into Wellington boots.

‘Mrs Freemont?’ asked Hamish.

‘I’ll say one thing for you. You’re quick,’ said Mrs Jocasta Freemont. ‘I just phoned ten minutes ago.’ Her voice was upper-class.

Hamish turned and surveyed the cages. ‘Someone let them all out?’

‘Exactly Damn animal libbers.’

‘You say you’ve just discovered the vandalism,’ said Hamish. ‘Didn’t you notice first thing this morning?’

‘I’ve just got back from Edinburgh with Bill. That secretary of ours was supposed to open up.’

‘I’m afraid I didn’t get your call,’ said Hamish. ‘Annie Fleming has been murdered.’

‘What! You’d better come into the office.’ She went ahead of them, shouting, ‘Bill! Something awful has happened.’

A small man with a shock of grey hair was sitting at a desk. He rose when they all walked in. He was quite small in stature and wearing a grey flannel suit, silk shirt, and blue silk tie. Hamish
wondered cynically whether the trip to Edinburgh had been to see some bank manager. He wondered why Jocasta was wearing working clothes.

‘What’s up?’ he asked. ‘I mean, what’s mair awful than some loons robbing us?’

‘Annie’s been murdered,’ said Jocasta.

‘She can’t be!’ said Bill. ‘Who’d want to murder Annie. How did it happen?’

‘A letter bomb,’ said Hamish. ‘I’ve a few questions to ask you but we’ll concentrate on your missing beasts first. What did you have?’

‘We hadn’t much because we were really just starting up. Let me see, a pair of minks, a snowy owl, two parrots, a lion –’

‘A lion!’ exclaimed Hamish. ‘What on earth were you doing with a lion?’

‘I got it from a circus. It was old. I think it’ll come back round for food.’

‘What else?’

Bill gave a dismal little catalogue. Then he said, ‘I’m waiting for the RSPCA, and the zoo in Strathbane is sending some people up wi’ tranquillizer guns.’

‘Look,’ said Hamish, ‘we’ll need to put out a warning that a lion’s on the loose.’

He went outside and phoned Daviot. ‘I’ll mobilize some men,’ said Daviot, ‘and tell the newspapers and television.’

‘Thank you, sir. I’d best get back to the Annie Fleming investigation.’

Hamish hesitated before going back into the hut. It was an odd marriage, surely. Jocasta looked as if she came from a moneyed background whereas Bill was definitely lower down the scale and,
from his accent, came from the south of Scotland. He wondered whether it was Jocasta’s money that had set up this dismal excuse for a wildlife park. It was not on his beat – being
covered by Strathbane – but despite the missing wildlife, he was sure the air of failure that hung over the place had been there from the start.

The sky above had turned a bleached white colour heralding rain to come.

There came a screech of tyres. First on the scene were officers from the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. They’ll never get their park back, thought Hamish. Even if
all the beasts were found, those officers would take one look at the mangy cramped cages and shut the place down.

Then came Detective Sergeant Andy MacNab with two policemen. ‘I’ll take over, Hamish,’ he said.

‘I’d like to ask them about Annie Fleming.’

‘It’ll need to wait, Hamish. Daviot’s got his knickers in a twist about thon lion.’

Hamish called Josie out of the office. ‘We can’t do anything more here today. We’d best be getting back to Braikie.’

He drove up the drive and turned off on the road leading back towards Braikie.

Josie felt hungry. ‘Could we stop somewhere for lunch?’ she asked.

‘We’ll get something in Braikie. Heffens above!’

He screeched to a halt and Josie let out a scream of terror. A lion was standing in the middle of the road.

‘I’ll chust see if I can be talking to it,’ said Hamish.

‘Are you mad!’

Hamish got out and went to the back of the Land Rover, where he had a haunch of venison given to him by a keeper the evening before. It was wrapped in sacking. He took it out and waved it at the
lion. The great beast approached cautiously. Hamish tossed the haunch into the back of the Land Rover. The lion jumped in and Hamish slammed the back doors.

He climbed back in the front. ‘We’ll chust be taking the lion to that zoo in Strathbane. I am not having the beastie returned to that dreadful park.’

Josie wrenched open the passenger door and jumped out on the road. ‘It’ll kill us.’

‘It’s locked off in the back.’

‘I’m not getting in there.’

‘Suit yourself,’ said Hamish. He did a U-turn and sped off in the direction of Strathbane.

The zoo in Strathbane, he knew, was well run, unlike most of the rest of that dismal town. He wondered why he hadn’t been met on the road, feeling sure that Josie would
have phoned to say he had a dangerous animal in the back of the Land Rover. He did not know that Josie had found the batteries in her phone had died. He stopped briefly on the way to phone Daviot
and say the lion had been caught.

At the zoo, the head keeper cautiously opened the rear doors of the Land Rover. The lion was asleep.

‘I don’t think the poor lion needs a tranquillizer gun,’ said Hamish. ‘I should guess it’s awfy old. It came from some circus so it’ll be used to
folks.’

Daviot had phoned the local papers, and several reporters and photographers were gathered.

‘No flash pictures,’ ordered Hamish. ‘It’s waking up. Let me see if I can get it out. Come on, boy. It’s all right.’

The lion blinked at him and slowly rose to its feet. The remains of the haunch of venison were lying beside it. ‘Now then,’ cooed Hamish. ‘That’s the ticket. Slowly now.
Just one wee jump. There we are.’

The lion stood beside him. The keeper said, ‘Maybe if you follow me to the cage, it’ll follow you.’

‘It had better be a good big cage,’ said Hamish.

‘Och, it leads on to a bit of a field and a big auld tree,’ said the keeper.

Hamish followed him and the lion followed Hamish. Once at the cage, Hamish walked into it with the lion behind him. The keeper opened a sack he had been carrying and threw a lump of meat into
the cage.

The lion fell on it and Hamish slowly exited the cage. ‘Turn those lights off,’ snarled Hamish at a television crew, ‘and give the lion a bit o’ peace.’

Hamish drove back to the wildlife park. The rain had begun to fall. Josie was standing outside the office, looking wet and miserable.

‘They wouldn’t let me in the office,’ complained Josie. ‘They said there wasn’t room and I wasn’t on the case.’

‘Get in,’ said Hamish. Josie meekly climbed in. ‘Now, what were you about, McSween,’ said Hamish. ‘Thon lion was secure in the back. It’s where we put a
prisoner, see? It couldnae have got at us.’

‘I was scared,’ mumbled Josie.

Hamish had been frightened as well but Josie did not know him well enough to understand that Hamish’s accent became more highland and sibilant when he was afraid. But overcoming
Hamish’s fear was a desire to keep this noble old lion alive. He was sure if Strathbane police had arrived on the scene, then they would have shot it.

‘We’ll say no more about it,’ said Hamish. ‘I’ll switch on the heater. Do you want to go home and change?’

‘I’ve only got the one uniform,’ said Josie. ‘I’ll soon dry out. What are we going to do in Braikie?’

‘I’m going to try to find out the names of some of Annie’s friends. I want to know whether she had met anyone who might wish her harm. But maybe we’ll begin at the post
office and see if Georgie Braith, the new postmistress, can remember names of men or boys who bought valentines.’

‘Isn’t it “postperson”?’ asked Josie.

‘We aren’t PC up here.’

Hamish parked in front of the post office. ‘Could we have something to eat first?’ pleaded Josie.

‘Time’s getting on. Stick it out for a bit.’ He looked down at Josie’s dismal face. ‘Tell you what. You get something to eat. There’s the fish-and-chip shop
over there. I’ll let you know if I find out anything. Meet me back at the Land Rover.’

Why did Josie stay on? wondered Hamish. He suspected she had given up going on calls. Why didn’t she just go back to Strathbane?

Georgie Braith was a tall, rangy woman with iron-grey hair and a beak of a nose. To Hamish’s questions, she replied, ‘The parcel wasn’t posted from here. I can tell you that.
And how can I remember who bought valentines? It’s age. I can remember twenty years ago but don’t ask me about yesterday.’

‘Did you know Annie Fleming?’

‘Of course. You know what it’s like in Braikie. Everyone knows everyone else.’

‘What did you think of her?’

‘A very bonnie lass.’

‘Do you happen to know who her friends were?’

‘I remember now. She came in to look at valentines with Jessie Cormack.’

‘Where will I find Jessie Cormack?’

‘She works as a secretary up at the town hall – the building department.’

Hamish was just making his way out to the car when his attention was caught by a newspaper poster outside the newsagents. TV PRESENTER TO WED seemed to scream at him.

He went in to the newsagents and bought a copy of the
Daily Bugle.
He flipped open the pages and there it was: a photo of a smiling Elspeth Grant on the arm of a handsome man stared out
at him. He read, ‘Our very own Elspeth Grant is to wed Paul Darby, heart-throb of the hospital soap
Doctors in Peril.’
His eyes skittered over the black print. Paul Darby was
English, and the couple had met when Elspeth was on holiday in the Maldives.

Hamish stood there, feeling forlorn. He remembered all the times he had been on the point of proposing to Elspeth but something had always seemed to get in the way. A voice in his head sneered,
‘If you had been that keen, you’d have proposed.’ But he felt depressed.

He put the newspaper in the rubbish bin outside and joined Josie in the Land Rover. ‘We’re off to the town hall,’ said Hamish. ‘One of the secretaries there was a friend
o’ Annie.’

‘Anything the matter?’ asked Josie, glancing sideways at his grim face.

‘Nothing at all,’ snapped Hamish.

Jessie Cormack was a tall, thin girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were light grey in a pale face. Her mouth, however, was wide and sensual although free
of lipstick.

The town hall was one of those red sandstone mock castles so beloved by the Victorians. Jessie’s little room was small and dark, separated from that of her boss by a plywood partition. It
was very quiet. The thick walls blocked out all sounds from outside. The rain had turned to snow, and feathery flakes floated down outside the window.

‘Do you know of anyone who might have wanted to wish Annie harm?’ asked Hamish.

‘No. Annie was popular with everyone.’

Hamish was sitting opposite her desk. Josie had taken a chair against the wall next to a radiator. Hamish leaned back in his chair and said quietly, ‘The time for lying is past,
Jessie.’

Jessie studied her hands in her lap. Then she said, ‘Her parents will be mad.’

‘It doesn’t matter what her parents think, and they can’t get mad wi’ a dead body,’ said Hamish brutally. ‘Out with it!’

‘Well, it was like how she said the Freemonts who run the wildlife park didn’t have a clue how to go on. She said they were losing money hand over fist. It was all Bill
Freemont’s fault. It was his dream and his wife’s money. Anyway, they tried to get Annie to do some work round the cages, cleaning and that, but Annie said she was employed as a
secretary and that was that.

‘One day recently she heard Mrs Freemont shouting that they didn’t need a secretary because there wasn’t enough work but Bill said they needed someone to answer the phones and
take money from people when they weren’t there.

‘When they went off somewhere, Annie would lock up at lunchtime and go to that disco, Stardust, in Strathbane. They have a lunchtime session. She said she met a dream-boat
there.’

‘Name?’

‘Jake something or other. She was going to take me there one Saturday and introduce me.’

‘Anyone else?’

‘She said Bill Freemont had come on to her but she threatened to tell his wife and he backed off. Och, it was her parents’ fault. They were that strict. You know, church and Bible
classes on the Sunday.’

‘Which church?’

‘The Free Presbyterian Church in Braikie.’

‘So Annie liked to rebel?’

‘She was a bit of a flirt.’

‘Oh, she was, was she?’ said Hamish. ‘You seem to be taking her murder calmly.’

‘She was asking for it,’ said Jessie in a burst of sudden anger. ‘She flirted with my boyfriend and then laughed in his face when he tried to ask her out. He didn’t have
any time for me. He followed her around like a dog.’