Blue Murder

CHAPTER THREE

‘Chief Inspector.’ They called her back. The deceased was now wrapped in a body bag which lay to the right of the path backed by a border of small cyclamens. The juxtaposition made her think of some modern art installation. Doc was packing his bag. Rachel Grassmere stood by the shed doorway. ‘Looks like it started in here,’ she said.

Janine moved over and Richard followed. She peered inside, careful not to touch the doorframe and spoil any possible prints. The stench of death still tainted the air. The shed was large with potting tables on two walls and tools hanging on the third. Neat and tidy. No smashed pots or spilt compost.

‘We’ve blood spray to the wall either side of the door and the floor here. We’ll try for prints on the door frame, the gate, door, tap on the water butt over there.’

She took in the splashes, ochre against the greying wood of the shed. ‘Rough wood.’ Janine noted.

‘Yep. Not promising anything.’

‘Probably a knife,’ Richard said.

‘Well spotted, Sherlock,’ Janine said wryly.

Janine retraced her steps to the young PC at the gate.

‘Constable.’

‘Yes, sir – ma’am.’

‘What else do we know about Mr Tulley?’

He rifled through his pages. ‘He lives round the corner, Ashgrove. It’s a big house on the corner, further up. He’s a teacher,’ he added, ‘the deputy head at Saint Columbus High.’

Deputy head. A professional man, then. Perhaps the allotment had been his way of unwinding, escaping from the demands of busy school life.

‘Lives alone?’

The eyes panicked, a fine sweat burst onto the upper lip. ‘Don’t know.’

More officers arrived to be briefed by Rachel Grassmere for a fingertip search of the allotment and nearby area. Janine watched them gather round for their instructions and she signalled with a wave that she was on her way. She removed the bunny suit and slippers and bagged them. They would be retained in case there were any allegations of cross-contamination by the defence should charges be brought. She would call on Mr Simon, the man who’d found the body, and hear the gist of his story. Richard came over to join her. She asked him to set house-to-house in motion and then come and find her.

‘What’s going on?’ Mam said.

‘Don’t know,’ Jade said quickly.

‘Out there,’ Mam hung onto the sink, stood on tip toes to try and see over the wall. ‘Something is.’ She opened the back door and went out. Jade followed her. Their back gate was broken. The wood had gone all soft and crumbly and one day when Mam was putting the wheelie bin out the top hinge had come loose. Now you had to open it carefully or it swung over and nearly fell right off. Jade never bothered, she just climbed up onto the wheelie bin and over the wall instead.

Jade watched Mam lift the gate open and go out into the back alley. Jade climbed up to sit on the wall. The stone was cold through her clothes.

‘What is it?’ Mam asked.

‘They’ve found a body,’ one of the neighbours said.

‘What, down there?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Do they know who it is?’

‘Mr Tulley, deputy at St Columbus.’

They were all excited, like it was a special on East Enders or something. Good and awful all mixed up.

‘His insides were hanging out.’

‘Good God.’

‘Who’d do a thing like that?’

‘Like the Ripper.’

‘Only saw him last Sunday at church.’

‘He teaches our Joanne.’

No one bothered Jade. There was a lump of moss on the wall. It was dry and soft, like a fairy carpet. Jade stroked it. If she looked close there were tiny brown stalks sticking up from the green with little bells on the end of them. She flicked them with her fingers.

They talked for ages then Mam said she felt rough and had to go in. She made a drink and took one of her tablets. Pretty soon she started looking sleepy again. Jade said, ‘Can I get some sweets?’

‘I don’t know how much there is left,’ Mam said.

‘I’ll look.’ Jade brought Mam’s purse.

‘Two twenties and a fifty and two tens.’

Mam gave her twenty pence.

‘Can I go to Megan’s?’

‘Come straight back if they’re not there.’

Jade got lollies, they lasted longest. There was no answer at Megan’s. When Jade got back she heard her mam being sick in the bathroom. Yeuch. Double yeuch. Jade waited for ages before she went upstairs. Mam was back in bed. Just a lump under the duvet. Sometimes Mam’s tablets made her sick and sometimes the vodka did and sometimes just a bug.

Janine took a bite of chocolate. ‘I hate this bit.’

‘Waiting to break the news?’ Richard asked, opening his packet of crisps.

They were sitting in Janine’s car outside the Tulleys’ house.

‘More the forked tongue. Weighing them up. What’s real grief supposed to look like anyway?’

‘You do it very well, as I remember.’

She tipped her head to acknowledge this. ‘A random attack? Or someone who knew him, knew the allotments? Think we can rule out aggravated burglary. Someone after his Flymo doesn’t quite cut it.’

‘Might be school not home, trouble in the staff room?’ Richard munched. ‘So you finally got it – your own investigation?’

‘Beat you! The Lemon didn’t like it.’

Richard frowned.

‘Hackett,’ she explained. ‘Suits him, don’t you think?’ She screwed up her mouth, wrinkled her face. ‘He’s still getting over my promotion to Chief Inspector. But we’re shorthanded and he’s being leaned on to meet his minority targets – and despite my size, I’m a minority.’

‘And O’Halloran’s still hanging on?’ They’d both worked with O’Halloran in the old days.

‘Bully Boy. Too right. Lemon won’t touch him.’

‘I heard,’ he hesitated, ‘you and Pete.’

She took a breath. ‘Tina. Latest home help. Helped herself all right.’

Richard shuffled in his seat. ‘Did he know… you were pregnant?’

‘Oh, yeah. We’d both been in deep shock for a few weeks already. First weekend alone, in Barcelona, for our sixteenth anniversary – big, romantic gesture: all a decoy.’

Richard looked puzzled.

‘He was sleeping with her way back then: bastard. Anyway, too much Rioja and bingo: our own special souvenir.’ She patted her stomach. ‘I’d have settled for a pair of castanets and a straw donkey.’

Richard laughed. She had always been able to make him laugh.

‘How are the kids?’

‘Tom’s six, now.’

‘You’re joking!’

‘Been rough on them. Pete’s still on air traffic control, shifts. They barely see him some weeks. They miss him.’

‘And you?’

She sighed. ‘Good days, bad days. It’s not been long. I gave him a second chance, with the baby and all. He moved in with her.’ And it still hurt. That he’d been willing to walk away from all they had, the kids, the marriage, their lives. For what?

‘What about you?’ She broke another square of chocolate off.

‘Single again.’

‘Really?’ She was surprised. Had assumed he’d moved back with his wife. ‘You and Wendy?’

Richard nodded and then they both heard the sound of a car slowing. Watched the silver Volvo turn into the driveway and park.

Janine observed the woman, slim, dark-haired, petite, laden with packages as she got out of the car and opened the door to Ashgrove. It wasn’t strictly her job to inform next of kin but in a case of murder the spouse was always a prime suspect and she wanted to scrutinise Mrs Tulley’s reaction to the news. She recorded the time in her notebook.

She turned to Richard. ‘Take notes while we’re in there.’

‘Yes, boss.’

‘Let’s go.’ She braced herself for the difficult task ahead.