Lethal Intent

Sixteen

Mary Chambers took the folder from the envelope in which it had been delivered. She and Tarvil Singh had witnessed the autopsy on young George Regan, and so she knew that the pathologist's report she held in her hands was unsurprising.

Nonetheless, she looked through it, avoiding the photographic section, and passed it to Stevie Steele. 'Death was the result of a broken neck,' she said. 'The boy received a severe blow to the left side of the jaw, which was also shattered. Professor Hutchinson says that it was consistent with the type of injury that could be sustained as the result of a fall from a moderate height.'

'Were there any other injuries noted?' Steele asked her.

'There were superficial scratches on both his hands, with dirt and fine gravel in them; the same was found on his clothing. They could have been caused by him throwing his hands out as he fell, or by him scrambling up the banking.'

The inspector dropped the report, unread. 'It backs up the accident supposition, then?'

'All the way. There's nothing in it that takes us in any direction other than accidental death. The old profs conclusion is that that's what it was. My view is that we have to accept he's right, and report to the Fiscal accordingly. Have we found any witnesses who can help us top and tail it?'

'None of his pals can help,' he replied. 'We're agreed that they all seemed genuinely shocked when they were told George was dead, and they all describe their last sight of him in the same way. We've found a bus-driver who remembers seeing him standing at the stop in Lothian Road, but his wasn't the route George wanted so he drove on. He said that the boy was alone, and that none of his passengers got off at that stop.'

'So there are no sightings?'

'No, but there is one thing that might be significant. The gates to the castle rock are closed at nightfall, to keep kids out.' Steele pointed out of the window of the mobile office. 'The big one, the vehicle access over there, is padlocked and it's smooth; it'd be easier to climb the rock than that. Yet when the park attendant turned up to open it yesterday morning, the chain was hanging loose. Young Haddock and I found the guy who was supposed to have locked it on Sunday: he wouldn't admit that he didn't, but he couldn't swear that he did. He was very defensive.'

'I'm not surprised. If he was negligent, left the gate unsecured and a boy got in and fell to his death… It's all bloody questions, Stevie,' Chambers complained. 'No bloody answers.'

'And we've interviewed everyone we can. Mary, if this wasn't a copper's son, what would we have done right now? We'd have reported the circumstances to the Procurator Fiscal's office, giving them the pathologist's report and letting them close the book on it.'

'Actually, we'd probably have left the whole thing to the uniformed branch,' she pointed out. 'So are we agreed, then? We should wrap it up and pass the buck to the PF?'

'Almost.' Steele hesitated. 'But not quite: there's one more thing I'd like to do, for George and Jen's sake, to give them as much closure as we can. I think we should go back to basics, and make a press appeal for witnesses. I know it's quiet at that time on a Sunday, but other people than that driver must have seen George. There's the passengers on his bus for a start, and on other buses. The shops were open earlier: some of their staff might still have been on their way home. Why don't we ask them for help in tracing wee George's final moments?'

The detective superintendent sighed. 'I'll go along with it, only because I want to go the extra mile for a colleague, just like you do. I'll get Royston to lay on another press conference. You do this one on your own, though: I look bloody awful on camera.'

Steele hesitated. 'I can think of someone better than me,' he said. 'Why don't we ask George if he'll do it?'

'And his wife?'

'It only takes George to make the appeal. It would be an ordeal for Jen and there's no need to put her through it.'

Chambers shot him a grim half-smile. 'But give her the chance, Stevie,' she said, softly. 'Let her make that decision: she may feel she owes it to her son.'