Make Believe (6 page)

Richard
’s phone rang and he answered, ‘Millie.’

He listened
and laughed.  ‘Do you now?  Well, you’ll have to wait, won’t you?’

Oh please, Janine thought.  She could do without bei
ng party to innuendo-ridden flirting between Richard and Millie.  She rolled her eyes at him but he affected not to notice.

‘But listen,’ he said, ‘Clive Wray, his wife’s shopped him.  He wasn’t roaming the dark peak, turns out he was at Sport City.’ 

Janine bristled.  Who was he to go telling the press office what was happening?  She was in charge.

‘Don’t know, yet,’ he said. 

The lift stopped and the doors opened.  There was more
dirty laughter from Richard as he ended the call, ‘Yeah, catch you then,’ and followed Janine out.

Janine glared
at him.

‘
What?’ he said.

‘
I’m the SIO.  I decide when and how the press officer is briefed,’ she snapped.

Richard
looked taken aback.  ‘She was on the phone.  Are you serious?’

Of course she was serious, she wouldn
’t have bloody-well said it if she wasn’t.

‘
Look,’ he said crossly, ‘maybe it’s a bit tricky for you, Millie and I seeing each other, working the same case together.  If that’s hard for you to deal with, me dating someone here, if you want me to step down…’

God, no! 
She felt ridiculous, exposed.  He was making her out to be some petty bully and implying she was jealous.  Besides they had a break in the case, it was all about to escalate.  She wanted Richard onside not shipped off to another inquiry. 

‘
It’s got nothing to do with that,’ she said hotly.  ‘You’re way off the mark.’

‘
Am I?  What then?  Enlighten me!’

‘
I do not have issues about you dating.  It’s about clear channels of communication, that’s all.’

‘
If you say so.’

‘Richard, you can date who you like, it’s none of my business.’

‘You got that right.’

‘As long as it doesn’t affect your professionalism,’ she said.

He gasped, was about to object but she overrode him.  ‘Fine, that’s sorted.  Here.’ She passed him the flyer and the parking ticket.  ‘Get someone onto that.  We’ll schedule the meeting once we’ve more information on why on earth Clive Wray was at Sport City.’

‘Yes, boss,’ he flung
the title at her and swung off in the other direction.  Was she losing his friendship now along with everything else?

Shap’s trip to the Sport City stadium paid dividends.  The place was state of the art.  Built to host the Commonwealth Games back in 2002 and now home to Manchester City football team, it included impressive security with comprehensive CCTV coverage.  Shap was made comfortable and shown the rudiments of the console so he could view the relevant CCTV footage. The parking ticket was timed for 10.55 and activities had been focused around the playing fields.  So he began from that time and concentrated on that location.

Forty
minutes later he found film of Clive Wray, Clive being given the bum’s rush by a very attractive, young competitor.

‘
Naughty boy,’ Shap murmured and went to see about e-mailing the file across to the inquiry.

Now he sat with
the others in the incident room as they all watched the scene: an under-16 girls’ hockey match stopped for half-time; a digital time counter on the screen showing 11.45; All Saint’s v Marsh High School visible on a scoreboard.  Spectators and players milled about as Clive Wray approached a player, a young woman with long dark hair and tried to draw her into a hug.  She pushed him away and began shouting at him.  Clive Wray appeared to be pleading with her but moved away as people glanced at them.

‘
Jailbait,’ said Shap.  ‘Not the sort of roving his missus had in mind when she filled his flask.’

Richard said,
‘Could explain why he gave us the false alibi.’

‘
Hang on,’ said the boss, ‘if you were having an illicit relationship would you be that upfront about it?  It couldn’t be more public.’

It was obvious to Shap, crystal clear. 
‘He’s shagging her, she’s dumped him, he can’t take no for an answer.  He’s just a saddo with a gymslip fixation.’

The boss pulled a face, like she was not convinced at all
, and said, ‘Bring him in for questioning.’

Janine had made the introductions for the tape and then asked Mr Wray to account for his whereabouts on the day Sammy went missing.

             
‘I’ve already told you,’ he said, ‘I drove to Hayfield and—’

‘
We know you weren’t hill-walking,’ Janine said crisply.  ‘At the very least I could charge you with wasting police time.’

‘
There’s no-one can vouch for me, that’s all,’ Clive Wray said defensively.

Had the man no conscience?
 
‘We can prove you were not where you claimed to be,’ Janine said.

‘
That’s ridiculous,’ he blustered but she saw the fear in his expression.

Janine
indicated that Richard should play the recording.  ‘DI Mayne is now playing Mr Wray a CCTV recording, item number AS11.’

Clive Wray stared at the laptop screen and Janine saw the
blood drain from his face, saw his shoulders sag.

‘
School finals up at Sport City,’ she said.

On the screen the girl was yelling at Clive, he tried to reach her and she moved sharply away.
  ‘Your child went missing and you lied to the people trying to find him.  For what?  To cover up some seedy affair?  Or was it more than that?  What else are you lying about?’

‘
She’s my daughter!’ he looked at Janine aghast.  ‘My bloody daughter, Phoebe.’  That was the last thing Janine expected though it did answer her doubts as to the public setting for the liaison.

‘
How dare you imply … and then you think I hurt Sammy!’

‘
You lied to us.  You’d better have a very good reason for doing so,’ she said coldly.  ‘I’d like to hear it.’

He heaved a sigh then began to talk. 
‘When Felicity and I split up, I hoped to still see plenty of Phoebe.  That’s why we bought the house, it was near enough for her to come round.  But Felicity, my ex, she’s very volatile, needy.’  He shook his head.  ‘She made our lives hell: coming to the house, abusive calls, turning up at work, threatening to kill herself.  All these grand gestures.  It was horrendous.  In the end, I promised Claire a clean break.  But that didn’t work either.  Felicity just wouldn’t let go.’  He paused for a moment, biting his lip, then said, ‘The very day Sammy was born, Felicity took an overdose, Phoebe had to call an ambulance.’

‘
When did this all start?’

‘
I left Felicity when Claire got pregnant,’ he said. Janine thought of Pete, how it had been the other way round, leaving her when she got pregnant.  Except now…

‘
So you were seeing Claire while you were still married to Felicity?’

‘
Yes,’ he said, jutting his chin forward slightly as if to defend that behaviour but Janine could tell he wasn’t proud of it. 

‘
How long had you been seeing each other?’

‘
Does this matter?’ he said bullishly.

‘
That’s for us to decide, not you,’ Janine replied.

‘
Almost two years.  Then I left but Felicity kept harassing us until Sammy was about six months old.’  His eyes filled with sudden tears and Janine guessed he had remembered afresh why they were here, that his child was missing presumed dead.  ‘Things calmed down then and recently, well, I felt bad about Phoebe, I wanted to try and see her.  I’d been there for the first eleven years and then, the way Felicity was it made it impossible for me to see her.  Felicity poisoned her against me. But now she’s that bit older, I hoped … I thought …’

‘
And the argument at the hockey match?’ Richard said.

‘
I went to watch her play, tried to talk to her.  But she’s still angry.  She told me to piss off.’  He gave a shake of the head.

‘
Where did you go?’ said Richard.

‘
Just drove around, sat in the car.’

‘
Around where?’ said Richard.

‘
I don’t remember,’ said Clive Wray. 

They persisted for a while trying to get more on his movements but he kept repeating he couldn
’t recall anything until returning home.  True or a fudge?

‘
Why did you conceal this from us?’ Janine said.  ‘And from the missing persons inquiry?’

‘
I didn’t want to upset Claire,’ he replied.  ‘With Sammy gone and everything.  She’d have hated me trying to see Phoebe, I just felt it was too much.  And it didn’t matter.’

‘
What matters,’ Janine said through gritted teeth, ‘is that you have wasted my time and resources and my officers’ time while we’ve been investigating your false account.  Time that we could have otherwise spent trying to find out who killed a three-year-old child.’

He swallowed. 
‘I’m sorry,’ he said.  ‘Do you have to tell Claire?’

‘
No,’ Janine replied, ‘but you do.’

Lies and secrets – the damage they did.  Was that really all he’d been lying about?

Janine stood with Richard
beside the windows of the incident room watching Clive Wray leave, crossing the tram lines towards Central Library, hunched over against the rain.

‘
Still no alibi for the afternoon,’ Richard said.

‘
Still no motive,’ said Janine.

‘
Maybe he thought he’d made the wrong choice, that the argument with Phoebe brought it home.  Perhaps he felt Sammy was an obstacle?’

‘
If he wanted to go back to Felicity,’ Janine said, ‘he could have just upped sticks and gone, he wouldn’t need to kill his son.  Let’s talk to the girl.’

Felicity Wray’s house reeked of incense.  Mobiles and wind charms hung from every available place.  Batik throws and Indian cottons threaded with gold and silver thread served as coverings for the furniture and curtains in the living room.  But the chilled out vibe had little apparent effect on the woman herself, Janine swiftly realised.  Felicity Wray seemed close to hysterical, nervy and melodramatic with a latent hostility that simmered behind her words. She swished about in a maxi dress, her arms adorned with bangles and love-beads around her neck, smoking a small cheroot. 

Phoebe
, a dark-haired 14 year-old was a typical young teen, a mix of innocence and cynicism.  Switching between disaffection and naivety within a few sentences.  They were trying to talk to Phoebe, who was perched, arms firmly crossed, on the end of a huge sofa, but Felicity kept interrupting.

‘
Clive says he wanted to try and make contact again,’ Janine said.

‘
He thought he could just say sorry and make it all better.  Like – hello?’  Phoebe was trying for disaffected teenager but Janine sensed a fragility behind the act.

‘
That’s why you rowed?’ Janine said.

Phoebe
indicated it was.

‘
You knew about this argument?’ Janine asked Felicity.

‘
I told her,’ Phoebe said.

‘
She stopped eating, you know, when he left,’ Felicity tossed her head, her earrings jingled.  ‘Starved herse—’

‘
Mum!’  Phoebe blushed furiously.  At least Pete still saw his kids, Janine thought.  How much harder would it have been if he’d abandoned them?  She pictured Eleanor, 11 now and the same age as Phoebe was when Clive left.  Eleanor would be completely crushed by something like that.

‘
It’s the truth,’ Felicity said to her daughter.  ‘And your schoolwork suffered, he never thought about that, did he?’

‘
Mum, don’t,’ Phoebe muttered.

This was
impossible.  Janine nodded to Richard signalling with her eyes that he should concentrate on Felicity.  Janine moved around the other side of the sofa, putting herself in between mother and daughter. 

‘
Was it a difficult break up?’ Richard asked Felicity.

‘
Had he tried to see you before?’ Janine said to Phoebe. 

But
Phoebe didn’t reply, she seemed intent on listening to what her mother was telling Richard.  ‘He made such a mistake, abandoning us.  I think he knows that now.  Clive and I, a love that deep – it’s not a bond you can ever break.  If it hadn’t have been for the baby—’