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Authors: Lynda La Plante

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‘What about? Was it her flirting?’

‘He didn’t like it but he put up with it.’

‘Did they argue about money?’

‘I know they didn’t have much in their pockets. Everything was invested in the club and their flat. Donna was the one who watched the pennies, checked all the cash tills against the receipts every night.’

‘What about Donna and Marcus Williams?’

‘What about them?’

‘Was there anything going on between them?’

‘You havin’ a laugh? She was too good for that bastard. Donna wasn’t that kind of girl.’

‘Did Josh think she was having an affair with any of the VIPs?’

‘He never asked me if she was.’

‘Did he slap her around?’

‘I never saw her with a black eye if that’s what you mean.’

‘Were you and Donna lovers? Did she need you to do her dirty work?’

‘What the fuck are you on!’ Taylor screamed at Dewar and stood up.

‘Delon, please calm down. You misunderstood Agent Dewar,’ Anna said, trying desperately to calm the situation.

‘No, he didn’t. His reaction made that quite clear,’ Dewar said confidently.

Taylor banged his hands down on the table.

‘Fuck you, you bitch. Josh and Donna Reynolds are good people. I told Josh about Williams and now he’s dead. It ain’t rocket science, not even for the fucking FBI.’

‘Sit down and don’t speak to me like that,’ Dewar said firmly.

‘I ain’t no murderer and I’ll speak to you how I fucking like.’

Taylor began to shout for the prison officer, who rushed into the room. Taylor claimed that Dewar was ‘doing his head in’ and asked to be taken back to his cell, at which point Travis held her hand up, indicating to the prison officer that the interview was over.

‘Well, that’s the end of that then. All in all, I thought it went pretty well,’ Dewar said, then flipped the cover of her notebook closed and jumped to her feet, smiling at Anna.

Anna was completely taken aback by Dewar’s remark and her method of questioning a witness. Not only was it, in her opinion, a poor technique, but the agent was also trying to put words into Taylor’s mouth to reinforce her own suspicions. It seemed that Dewar was convinced Donna Reynolds was involved in her husband’s murder even though Taylor was insinuating Marcus Williams was responsible. Anna suspected Taylor was lying, but the reality was that the interview with Taylor, like the suicide note, had raised further unanswered questions.

They walked back to the car in silence. Anna, out of Dewar’s hearing, rang the office and asked Joan Falkland to make an appointment for her to meet with Donna Reynolds and not to mention the murder squad, but just say it was to do with the current owner of the Trojan. She also left a text message on Paul Simms’ mobile asking him to contact her regarding Joshua Reynolds’ suicide.

As they pulled out of the prison car park, Anna asked Dewar what she made of the interview with Taylor.

‘I thought you handled it reasonably well, but if you’d drawn him out more you’d have got the intended reaction I did.’

‘You wanted him to let rip at you?’ Anna asked in disbelief.

‘Yes, it’s about reaction and gauging the truth. I made a false accusation, he reacted with anger, thus from his tone, demeanour and other facial expressions he is telling the truth.’

‘If Donna wanted to kill Reynolds then making it look like a robbery gone wrong at the flat or Trojan would have been a better option. Plus, there’s no insurance pay-out on a suicide.’

‘She’d still get the apartment and his share of the Trojan.’

‘So what’s Williams’ part in this great conspiracy then?’

‘Hard to say until I’ve spoken with him. I doubt he and Donna were lovers but they both had reason to want Josh dead,’ Dewar said with great assurance.

‘So now you think it was either Donna or Williams that killed Josh.’

‘No. I think Donna wanted him dead and maybe she got Williams to do it or arrange it.’

Anna felt it would be a waste of time to contradict any of Dewar’s varying and conflicting opinions, as once again, she seemed to have an answer for everything. One thing she knew for certain was that Dewar would inform Langton of the day’s developments and her skewed beliefs as soon as she had a chance to contact him.

Chapter Six

Anna completed her report at home and handed it to Joan the next morning to upload onto the Reynolds computer file. ‘Any luck with Donna Reynolds, Joan?’

Joan replied that she had rung Donna Reynolds’ mobile yesterday evening, claiming to be from the vice squad, and that a DCI Travis wanted to come and see her regarding the Trojan club. Anna sensed that Joan was rather anxious.

‘Was there a problem?’

‘Well, yes and no: I didn’t realize her mother Gloria had answered the phone. She said Donna was having a swim in the pool, so I arranged through her for you to meet with Donna at four p.m. She started asking questions and I just said I didn’t know, but I think she knew I was lying.’ The constable clearly wasn’t happy.

‘Don’t look so worried, you salvaged a tricky situation.’

‘But she kept pressing me and I said she’d have to speak with you so I had to give her your mobile number.’

‘Well, she hasn’t called me yet.’

‘Donna’s living with her mum in Weybridge, Surrey,’ Joan said, handing Anna the address on a piece of paper. ‘Langton’s in your office with Agent Dewar, I had to tell her about the meeting with Donna.’

‘Why?’

‘I had no choice – she asked me for Donna’s mobile number as she wanted to arrange a meeting with her. I said you had already done so.’

‘How did she take that?’ Anna grinned.

‘Mumbled something about being left in the dark again and stormed off.’

‘After her performance with Taylor, DI Barolli and I will be speaking with Donna,’ Anna assured her, heading towards the DI’s door.

She popped her head around it and told him to be free for a four-p.m. meeting with Donna Reynolds in Weybridge.

Entering her office, the first thing she noticed was that her desk was yet again littered with Dewar’s papers, and enlarged photographs of the Reynolds crime scene were laid out on the sofa and floor.

‘Good morning, Travis,’ said Langton. ‘Jessie here was in at half seven drawing up further lines of enquiry for your investigation.’

‘Well I’ve been busy completing my notes on the interview with Taylor.’

‘Interesting interview. Jessie was just telling me about it and her observations concerning the suicide note being fake. Opens up a can of worms, doesn’t it?’

‘Depends how you look at it,’ Anna said.

‘How do you mean?’ Langton asked.

‘Taylor could be telling a pack of lies and the suicide note could be genuine. As you’ve often said yourself, there can be many sides to a story.’

‘True. But I have to say Jessie has raised issues that DI Simms should clearly have considered at the time. If he made the wrong call at the scene then everything that followed is a total fuck-up. We could have a murderer out there who thinks they’ve got away with it.’

‘Hindsight is a wonderful thing but Paul Simms never knew about Delon Taylor back then,’ Anna replied.

‘He might have done if he’d dug a bit deeper and made some in-depth enquiries at the Trojan,’ Dewar remarked.

‘Why do you think Taylor’s lying?’ Langton asked Anna.

‘There may be elements of truth in what he said but that doesn’t mean Reynolds was murdered. He could be trying to use circumstances for his own benefit. He never came forward until he ended up on remand for robbery and assault.’

‘If I may interject, Jimmy,’ Dewar said.

Every time she called him ‘Jimmy’ it grated on Anna’s nerves, but she knew it was perfectly possible that Dewar could have read the list of issues about her attitude to discuss, and was now attempting to turn things to her advantage. Anna was sorely tempted to give Dewar a piece of her mind, but with Langton on the FBI agent’s side she decided it was better to keep quiet and just let her drone on.

‘In my experience the behavioural actions of the person being interviewed can help to detect whether or not they are lying.’

‘Are you referring to Taylor?’ Langton asked.

‘Yes. I focused on his micro-expressions. I wrote a chapter about it in my published paper, “The Language of Lies”.’

‘So what exactly are micro-expressions?’ Langton asked, intrigued, and Dewar clearly knew it.

‘Movements that flash up on a person’s face for a fraction of a second. When someone is lying their eyes will move to the left or they may blink more rapidly.’

‘How interesting,’ Langton remarked.

‘We still don’t know what Taylor was actually thinking,’ Anna said, annoyed that Langton of all people was fooled by Dewar’s drivel.

‘It takes experience and understanding to spot the signs, Anna. Emotions that betray a liar are fear, guilt about lying. Taylor showed none of those signs and that is why I believe he was telling the truth.’

‘What about his emotional outburst and banging the table when you accused him of being Donna’s lover and doing her dirty work?’

‘I already told you I wanted to draw him out and see how he reacted to a statement that I had no evidence to support.’

‘I was going to update the team about our interview with Taylor but I wondered if you would like to do it. I’m sure they would be interested to hear about your micro-expression observations,’ Anna said, trying to force Dewar into an awkward situation.

‘As much as I’d love to I really don’t have the time at the moment. They can read the report I prepared.’

‘I think your next step should be an interview with Donna Reynolds,’ Langton said.

‘I agree, Jimmy. I found out this morning that Donna Reynolds is now living with her mother. Anna and I have an appointment to see her this afternoon. I also think we first need to revisit the flat where Reynolds died. Get a better feel for the scene before we interview his widow.’

Frustrated that Dewar had just assumed she would be interviewing Donna and keen not to let Barolli down again, Anna decided to speak up. ‘I’ve told Paul Barolli that he can do the Donna Reynolds interview with me, so I think he should also come on the scene visit.’

Dewar ignored the comment. ‘I had all the scene photographs blown up to assist us. As I said earlier, Jimmy, there are some things that don’t quite add up regarding the position of the gun and the blood distribution.’

‘Barolli’s got plenty to do here, so you two visit the scene then interview Donna,’ Langton ruled. ‘It seems more sensible as you both did the Taylor interview. Travis can ask her the questions while you observe her micro-expressions. See if there’s anything that indicates she’s lying.’

Anna was unsure if Langton was having a joke, but felt she had been forced into a corner by Dewar and now had no choice but to agree, offering to ask Joan to get details of the new occupant of Reynolds’ old flat. Dewar said that she had already made some enquiries, and that the new owner was leasing the property. A Mr Dobbs from the letting agents would meet them there at midday.

Desperate to get away from Dewar, Anna went to break the revised plan to Barolli. He was not pleased at yet again being left out of an important witness interview because of Dewar.

‘You have every right to be upset, Paul, and I should have been more forceful with Langton and Dewar.’

‘Don’t worry about it – while you and Langton are gone and I’m SIO, she’ll have to do as she’s told,’ Barolli, resilient as ever, remarked with a smile.

Still keen to avoid Dewar, Anna then went to the ladies’ room. Having washed her hands and brushed her hair she was just opening the door to go back into the corridor when she caught sight of Langton and Dewar, with their backs to her, standing by the lift talking. Anna stepped back and held the door slightly open so she could eavesdrop on their conversation.

‘I’d like to speak with the forensic scientist who attended the scene and the pathologist,’ Dewar was saying.

‘That’s fine by me but let DCI Travis know as well,’ Langton instructed her.

‘Also, I’d like to sit down with DI Simms and go over everything in his report or more importantly, what he’s failed to put in it.’

‘I agree it wasn’t an in-depth investigation.’

‘A rookie could have done a better job.’

‘Go easy on Simms; he’s a delicate lad and as Travis said, hindsight is a wonderful thing. Don’t belittle him – that will only alienate everyone and you need the team on your side, not against you,’ warned Langton.

‘Well, I’ve not found it easy so far and Travis isn’t helping matters.’

‘In what way?’ he asked, clearly wondering what Dewar was implying.

‘Well, nothing directly other than a little hit list of things to discuss with me.’ Dewar tossed her head in irritation.

‘What did she say?’

‘She hasn’t as yet. I think she deliberately left it on her desk for me to find rather than confront me.’

‘Believe me, she’s not frightened of speaking her mind when she wants to,’ Langton said ruefully.

‘Her body language doesn’t help and the rest of them in the office can sense that.’

‘What about her micro-expressions? Langton asked, trying to make light of the situation.

‘Not funny, Jimmy. I made a casual quip about the prison staff yesterday and she nearly bit my head off.’

‘What the bloody hell did you say?’ Langton asked sharply.

‘I jokingly referred to them as pain-in-the-ass bureaucrats.’

‘She was engaged to be married to a prison officer who was murdered by one of the inmates,’ Langton said, clearly annoyed with Dewar.

‘She never said . . .’

‘She doesn’t talk about it but it still hurts her.’

‘I need to tell her how sorry I am.’

‘No. If she wanted you to know she would have said something there and then. As for her attitude, she wouldn’t bad-mouth you to the team, it’s not her style. Travis keeps things to herself because she sometimes doubts her own abilities, but she’s one of the best detectives I’ve ever worked with.’

Dewar, obviously embarrassed, was clearly wishing she hadn’t said anything about Anna’s attitude. ‘I didn’t realize you were so close.’

‘It’s more mutual respect now. She’s helped me through hard times and defended me when the top brass were breathing down my neck. After Ken was murdered she changed. The job became her lifeblood.’

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