She's Out (28 page)

Dolly looked at Connie in her skintight leotard. ‘Well, do they have lockers?’

‘Yes, and it’s a hundred and fifty quid for membership.’

‘Good. Join, and when you get there tonight, put this in the locker and bring me the key.’ Dolly handed her a bag, which weighed a ton.

‘What’s this?’

‘Just some personal things of mine – call them a safeguard. But not a word to any of the others. Just get John nice and happy. You don’t have to screw him, I wouldn’t ask
you to do that, just string him along and lock this bag up for me.’

Connie went out to the front pathway to wait for John to collect her. It was just growing dark but not enough yet to move the body.

Angela was cleaning the kitchen when Dolly came in. ‘Julia’s looking for you, she’s out in the yard,’ she said.

Dolly opened the back door. ‘Julia?’

She came out of the stables and joined Dolly on the kitchen doorstep. ‘Yeah. Look, I don’t think it’s a good idea for Kathleen to come along tonight. She’s getting all
twitchy, says she won’t be a part of it.’

Dolly sighed. She touched Julia’s arm lightly; she liked her, she was straightforward, you knew where you were with her. ‘Right, you and me will do the graveyard shift, Kathleen can
stay here with Angela.’

‘What about Connie?’

‘She’s doing something else. Are the guns all loaded up?’ Julia nodded. Dolly glanced at her watch. ‘They should get moving, Tommy said his contact will be there about
ten. Ester’s all right to drive, isn’t she?’

‘I think so.’

‘Is she staying on?’ Dolly asked.

‘I don’t know.’

‘If she isn’t, does that mean you won’t?’

Julia flushed. ‘I guess so, but I don’t think she’s got anywhere to go, you know, Dolly. She’s got a big mouth but . . . Well, maybe you should talk to her
yourself.’

DCI Craigh got back into the car. Palmer was at the wheel. ‘Gloria Radford hasn’t lived there for a few weeks. Flat was taken over by the council but she returned
to collect something from out in the back shed. I had a look round and it’s mostly filled with junk. Maybe she took the guns and stashed them at the manor.’

Mike leaned on the front seat. ‘What are we waiting for? If your tip-off was right and there are guns at the manor, why don’t we just bust the place?’

Craigh looked directly ahead. ‘We already made ourselves look like a bunch of arseholes, Mike. This time we do it by the book. We cover ourselves and check out the fucking information, if
that’s all right with you – apart from that I’d like a day off. That all right with you, is it?’

Mike sat back, knowing not to push it. He stared out of the window as they drove down the road. Palmer gave a hooded look at Craigh. ‘So far they’ve found nothing on the vehicle,
Gov.’

Craigh lit a cigarette. ‘Let’s see if we can have a chat to Eddie Radford on Monday. He might have some information. That suit you, Mike?’ he said sarcastically.

Whatever you say, Gov. Just, why wait twenty-four hours? They could shift her guns.’

Craigh checked his watch. ‘Okay – we go see Eddie Radford. Then we call it quits.’

Ester eased herself up and winced. The last thing she felt like doing was driving back to London. She wondered if she could get out of it when Dolly walked in, closing the door
behind her.

‘How did you get the beating, Ester?’ She sat on the dressing-table stool and waited.

Ester was about to lie, but gave up; she didn’t have the energy. ‘Okay, last time I got sent down I also got a raw deal. When I was busted, a couple of my clients got scared –
you know, that I’d plead not guilty and they’d have to prove it and name my clients. They got my little black book – well, it wasn’t little, it was a whopper, and I got K
for kings, P for princes, no kiddin’. I was coining it, specials laid on for this Arab royal family. I was told that if I pleaded guilty, my fine would be paid, my back taxes paid and
I’d get a few quid on top. I was assured I’d not be sent down. Well, I was. I got five years. They paid my legal costs, a percentage of my taxes and then walked away. Not one name was
mentioned. So, I got pissed off.’

Dolly fingered a perfume bottle, then looked up. ‘Go on.’

‘I used to make private videos which clients would take after the show. I never made copies but on the night I got turned over, I stashed one and it was never found. When I got out, I went
to them straight, said I felt I was owed some dough. They threw me out, told me that if I showed my face I’d be sorry. I then called them and said they would now be very sorry, that I had a
video and I was gonna expose them.’ Dolly tutted. Ester looked at her. ‘It’s not even that bad, just a few slags rolling around with them, but you know how Arabs are. I asked for
five hundred grand.’

‘And?’

‘Next thing they got some punk after me with a fucking price on my head. I mean, they’re all crazy! So I kind of hid out here. They won’t leave me alone and the result is what
you can see. They beat me up and I ran like hell.’

‘Back here?’

Ester nodded. ‘Yeah, but I won’t be staying long, just enough time to get my face healed.’

Dolly stood up. ‘Okay, at least you told me the truth. So, go do the business with Gloria and you can stay on here until you’re recovered, then you do whatever you want . .
.’

Ester smiled, and regretted it because of her cut lip. Thanks.’

Eddie Radford was really edgy. He knew word would be out he’d been lifted and that the filth were having a talk. Especially coming in to see him at a weekend. Every
prisoner there would know within an hour or so – word travels fast in the nick – and he didn’t like it, didn’t like anyone even thinking he could be grassing.

‘What’s all this about?’ he snapped.

DCI Craigh drew up a chair. Mike stood leaning against the wall as Craigh proffered cigarettes. Eddie refused to take one.

‘I want to know what this is about,’ he repeated.

‘You know someone called James Donaldson?’

‘No.’

‘Dolly Rawlins?’

‘No.’

‘Gloria Radford?’

Eddie looked at Craigh. shrugged. ‘Yeah, she’s my wife.’

‘She holding something that belongs to you, is she?’

‘I dunno.’

‘You’re in for dealing in guns, armed robbery.’

‘Yeah, that’s right.’

‘Eighteen years.’

‘Great, you can count.’

‘Can you? That’s a long time, a very long time, Eddie. Be better spending time in an open prison – lot cushier than this dump,’ Craigh said softly.

‘Thinking of taking me out to Butlins, are you?’

Mike changed his position, staring hard at Radford. Craigh flicked his cigarette box over. ‘We think your wife was driving the car that killed Jimmy Donaldson, Eddie.’

‘Oh, yeah? Well, she was never a blinder behind the wheel.’

‘You know about it, do you?’

‘Look, I dunno this Donaldson, I don’t know what you got me up here for, I want to go back to my cell.’

‘But she could be charged with murder, Eddie.’

‘Tough luck. I want to go.’

‘If she’s picked up, who’s gonna flog your guns, Eddie?’ Eddie frowned. They’re being held for you at Grange Manor House, aren’t they?’ Eddie chewed his
lower lip. ‘We know they’re at the manor so if we arrest Gloria you’re gonna lose your pension fund. All I need from you is confirmation that they’re there and in return,
well, we can talk to people, recommend you get moved. We can’t make promises but we can certainly talk to the right people.’

Eddie shifted his weight on the chair and reached out for Craigh’s cigarettes. ‘I dunno anythin’ about this Jimmy Donaldson bloke or whatever Gloria’s done. I dunno
any-thin’ about that.’

‘But you know about the guns, don’t you, Eddie?’

Eddie removed a cigarette, lit it, and let the smoke trail from his nostrils as he decided what he should say. He knew they were worth thirty grand, but what good was that if they were sold by
that cow Dolly Rawlins? What good were they to him if he couldn’t get his hands on them? What if they were gonna arrest Gloria?

‘I want to be moved,’ Eddie said quietly.

Craigh looked at Mike. They’d already said to him they couldn’t give him a deal on that and that they didn’t have any powers of persuasion to get a prisoner moved – but
they would make him think that they could anyway. ‘Open prison, swimming pool, tennis courts and, like you said, Eddie, some nicks are better than Butlins . . .’

Eddie flicked ash from his cigarette and rested both elbows on the table. ‘She’s staying with her, with Dolly Rawlins.’

They knew they’d got him, and were surprised at how fast, but he didn’t seem to give a damn about his wife or her possible arrest. All he seemed to care about was that he would lose
out.

‘They’re worth thirty grand,’ Eddie said, hardly audible.

The same figure the anonymous caller had given to Craigh. He now reckoned the call was on the level, the tip-off legitimate. His weekend was now well and truly blown. He knew they would have to
act on the tip-off now.

Dolly and Julia drove to the cemetery, which was in pitch darkness. Julia drove without headlamps, guided by the white tomb-stones as they moved slowly down the dirt-track road
towards the recent graves. Flowers and wreaths were still strewn across the ground. They parked when they got as close as possible and took out the spades, zigzagging their way towards the freshly
covered grave. They were obscured from sight by a tall, thick hedge. One grave was ready for its occupant, the trench dug, boards place across the deep, gaping hole.

Julia carefully moved aside the wooden planks, and said, ‘Let’s get on with it.’

They began to dig. It was not too difficult because the earth was so fresh and they worked in silence. Only the swishing of the spades could be heard in the silent cemetery. They were digging
deeper to place Lennie’s body in the grave and cover him up. The coffin would then be place on top of him at the funeral. Goodbye, Lennie!

While Dolly and Julia were at the cemetery, Ester and Gloria headed for London’s West End to fence the guns. Gloria squinted at the
A to Z.
Ester had insisted they
cut across London by various back-streets and they were now somewhere in Elephant and Castle but neither had any idea exactly where.

‘Wait a minute, go left, first left,’ Gloria muttered.

Ester drove on and turned left, then swore. No entry. She sighed and snatched the book from Gloria. ‘Let me see.’

‘It’s not my fault. Why you had to come your route I dunno, I mean, we been up and down for over an hour now.’

Ester squinted at the small squares on the map. ‘I just think that what we’ve got stashed in the boot is not necessarily a good thing to have if we should be stopped,
okay?’

‘Gettin’ lost with them’s not a brilliant move neither,’ snarled Gloria.

‘Okay, I got it, we’re not too far.’ She began to do a U-turn, when, caught in the headlamps, they saw a police officer examining a locked gate. He turned and watched the car
bang up on to the pavement.

‘Oh, bloody hell. Do you see what I see?’ said Gloria.

Ester looked in the mirror. He was walking towards them. She turned off the lights, careered up the road and screeched round the corner.

‘Well, that was fucking subtle,’ screamed Gloria.

Julia was waist deep and still digging.

Dolly peered down. ‘Okay, just drop him in and cover him. It’s deep enough not to smell too much, isn’t it?’

Julia started to climb out. ‘Yeah, the maggots’ll have a field day, and it’ll be deep enough, but we’ll have a lot of soil to spread around and over him.’

‘Let’s get him out of the car,’ Dolly said as she moved off, chucking aside her spade. Julia stuck hers into the ground and followed Dolly. The body was wrapped in an old
carpet and polythene sheeting. They dragged it towards them and, between them, eased it from the rear of the Mini. It was very heavy and they had to resort to dragging it across the uneven ground
towards the grave.

‘One shoe’s missing,’ Julia whispered.

‘Shit! Go and see if it’s in the car, and hurry up.’

Julia searched the car but found nothing. ‘Maybe it’s still in the pool,’ she said, as she helped roll the body down into the grave. They began to shovel the earth back into
the hole, both working flat out, as slowly, bit by bit, Lennie was buried. Dolly stamped the earth down on top of him as Julia dragged the planks back to lay across the grave.

Gloria was blazing. She found it hard to believe Ester could be so stupid but at least she now understood why they’d kept to the back-streets.

‘Hot? This bleedin’ car’s hot and you been driving it around London, almost ran over a bloody copper. I’m tellin’ you, Ester, you need your head seeing to. If Dolly
was to find out . . .’

‘Oh, shut up. We’re here now. Go on.’

Gloria got out of the car and knocked on a small door built into the big yard gates. It was opened by Tommy, who had a whispered conversation with her, and the main gates eased back. Ester
drove, and Tommy and his contact began to unload the guns, carrying them into the warehouse.

Gloria had never met the buyer before, a small, softly spoken man wearing a camel coat, good suit and pinkish-toned glasses. His expert began to check over each weapon as Gloria placed them on
the desk. A large space had been cleared, the blinds had been drawn, and they quietly got on with the business in hand.

Ester was surprised by Gloria, who was controlled and proved adept at handling the guns, making a good, strong sales pitch with each piece. The weapons consisted of two 9mm Browning pistols,
semi automatic, four .38 Smith and Wessons, three .35 Magnum colts, two .44s, two .455 Webley’s specials, collector’s items, and boxes of ammunition, Westley and Richard rifles, 26-inch
barrels, bead foresight and stands, two Hechler and Koch machine guns and four Kalashnikovs.

While Gloria was doing her business, Ester was selling Tommy the Saab for cash. She would take in exchange an old covered van he had parked in the yard. She admitted it was a bit
‘iffy’ but not too hot. Tommy raised an eyebrow.

‘Come on, man, you know it’s a great deal. You can switch the plates on it, get it out of the country within twenty-four hours.’