Skinner's Mission

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‘I want these people taken completely by surprise, gentlemen. ’ Andy Martin tapped the street map of Edinburgh spread out on the conference table in the Head of CID’s office.

Dave Donaldson leaned across to follow his pointing finger. Alongside him stood Skinner, with Pamela Masters, who was doing her best not to be overawed.

‘The entrance to Jackie’s house is here,’ said Martin. ‘The visitors are coming from the south, so it’s odds that they’ll approach from the east, from the city end of Ravelston Dykes Road.

‘I want a car here, waiting in this gateway just beyond Jackie’s place, and another in position in Murrayfield Road. You, Dave, plus Mackie, McGuire and McIlhenney, will be across the road, out of sight in the bushes. I will be hidden in Jackie’s garden, with night-glasses, at a point from which I can see the approach of the car, whichever direction it comes from.

‘We’ll have spotters parked here,’ he tapped the map twice, ‘and here too, just in case we’re wrong about the direction of the approach. Their job will be to give the alert as soon as the Birmingham car appears.’

He leaned back. ‘The road narrows at the entrance to Jackie’s place. As soon as the target vehicle gets into that area, our two cars will move out, on my command, and block it in, front and rear. They’ll have high-powered wide-beam floodlights, two mounted on each vehicle. As soon as the Brummies are blocked in, we’ll hit their car with light, blinding them but letting us see what we’re doing.

‘We will all be carrying, and wearing protective gear, and there will be armed officers in the two police cars. I want a very heavy show of force, to discourage any thought by these guys of shooting their way out.

‘It’s very important that we take these men alive. However, if anyone inside that car points a gun at any officer, then he goes down, no question. If the others are hit in the process, that’ll be just too bad.’ He looked across the table.

‘You clear about all that, Dave?’

Donaldson nodded. ‘It’s understood. Do you want me to brief Mackie and McGuire?’

‘No, I’ll do that when they report at eight. Meanwhile you ensure that the people in the support cars are our very best shots. I don’t want any Wild West stuff.’

‘Okay, I’ll get on with that now. I’ll see you back here at eight.’

‘Fine.’

Donaldson nodded to Skinner, with an informal salute, and left the room.

‘Ever seen him under fire?’ the DCC asked, after the door had closed.

‘No,’ said Martin, ‘but he’s well qualified. When he was a DS he took on two armed bank robbers in bad light, and bluffed them into dropping their weapons by aiming a truncheon at them.’

‘Mmm. Yes, I recall that. Still, when you have your team meeting tonight, you’d be well-advised to order that if it comes to shooting, everyone follows Mackie’s lead, or yours. You two are the best shots we’ve got and you don’t hesitate, either of you. Make sure that you and he are on either side of the vehicle so that between you you can see everything that’s going on inside.

‘These people will not be Kamikaze pilots, but like you said, if any one of them offers a threat with a weapon, shoot him. Fill the fucking car with bullets if you have to.’

He looked down at his personal assistant and saw her face go pale. ‘Shocked, Pamela?’ he asked, his tone suddenly gentle. ‘Of course you are, listening to us talking about shooting people. But it’s part of the job. I’ve had to do it, Mr Martin’s had to do it, so has DCI Mackie . . . yes, Sergeant, big quiet Brian could shoot your eyes out at four hundred yards.

‘None of us wants to, but it’s important that the people on the other side know that if they as much as present firearms at us, then we will, without a second’s hesitation, shoot them dead. That way, they won’t take the chance.

‘You’ll see, tonight there’ll be lots of light and lots of noise, but no shooting. That’s how it works out, nearly always.’ He glanced at Martin and gave a short, grim, laugh. ‘Except when I’m around, of course. Some daft bastard always has a go then!

‘But don’t worry, Andy. I won’t be there tonight. I’m taking myself out of the firing line for a while. And anyway, I’ve got other things to do.’

He made towards the door, then stopped. ‘Oh yes. A thought occurred, Chief Superintendent, about the Carole Charles murder. Are we still trying to find her friend, the woman Donna, that Jackie mentioned?’

Martin frowned. ‘She’s not at the top of my list, boss. We’re still trying to trace anyone who was passing the scene and might have seen the killer arrive or leave. We’ve had people coming forward, but nothing so far that’s stood up. We’re looking into all Jackie’s business records. Plus we’re checking through his properties, trying to trace the ledger Medina claimed to have seen.

‘On top of that, we’ve had Medina’s death to deal with - although that may be cleared up - and now there’s this Birmingham lead. Maybe the Brummies were behind last Wednesday’s fire. Who knows?’

‘We’ll find out when you arrest them,’ said Skinner. ‘Still, Donna’s a loose end and she should be tied up. I’ll tell you what, since your resources are so stretched, I’ll put Sergeant Masters on to it.’

He looked at his PA. ‘Pamela, I’ll carry on alone for now with the check through CID records. I want you to go up to Marco’s leisure club in Grove Street. They run a Yoga class twice weekly, and Carole Charles, last Wednesday’s murder victim, was a regular attender. Have a look at the club’s membership records, and see if you can put a surname and an address to this woman Donna that her husband spoke about.

‘It’s probably of no consequence. It’s just a piece of information that we don’t have, and us coppers, being curious, like to know everything, about everything. It’s what being a detective’s about, really.’