Skinner's rules

27

Sarah, Skinner and Martin left Gullane just after 10.00 a.m. next morning, Andy in his own car, each driving carefully through the newly fallen snow. The two policemen met up at Fettes Avenue, after Bob had dropped Sarah at her surgery, where she had left a pile of paperwork.

A twelve-strong team was assembled in the briefing room, awaiting instructions. Skinner strode to a table at the far end of the room. Martin took a seat in the corner nearest the door. The Chief Superintendent looked refreshed and very formidable.

He looked around the room. ‘Good morning, gentlemen, lady. Today we are off to an unusual place for us, Balerno. Very up-market.

‘We are not going up there to knock on a steel door with a big hammer, but we are going on serious business. This is the gentleman we are going to visit. Brian, please.’

Mackie handed each officer a print of the Yobatu photograph. One or two started as they looked at it.

‘That is Mr Toshio Yobatu, a Japanese industrialist resident in this country. A very respectable type indeed, upper-crust in Japanese society. But at this moment, we are investigating six violent deaths, yes people, six, and this gentleman has a very respectable motive in three of them. So we have to talk to him. And because he’s a prime suspect in these serious crimes, the nice Sheriff has furnished me with a warrant to enter and search his premises.

‘We are looking for a number of specific items. One, a black balaclava, or similar headgear. Two, a pair of black woollen gloves, almost certainly purchased from Marks amp; Spencer. Three, a black tunic, possibly one-piece. Four, sharp weapons, including axes, knives and possibly a sword. Five, human remains. It’s most unlikely that we will find these last items, and I won’t describe them. Suffice it to say that one of the male victims had some important bits missing.

‘Now, as I have said, this is serious business, and our reasons for calling upon Mr Yobatu are strong. But the evidence is not yet conclusive, and on the basis that Mr Yobatu may well be innocent, we don’t want to embarrass him unnecessarily in front of the neighbours. So we will go in at 1.00 p.m., when most people will be at lunch. Given the weather today, the snow will be thick up there, and so I don’t anticipate there being too much traffic about.

‘Those of you in uniform will wear overcoats, and no caps. We will travel in unmarked vehicles. When we arrive at the scene, Chief Inspector Martin, Inspector Mackie and myself will enter the house and show Mr Yobatu our warrant. Inspector Mackie will then come outside and fetch you gentlemen, and you, Miss Rose. You will enter the premises quietly and will conduct the search efficiently and neatly, inconveniencing Mrs Yobatu and her children to the minimum extent possible. DC Rose will remain with the mother and children while Mr Martin and I interview Mr Yobatu.

‘The search will be coordinated by Inspector Mackie. You will work in pairs in areas designated by him. Should you find anything that you think may be relevant to our enquiries, you will not shout out but will summon Mr Mackie and point out the object to him. Whatever it is, you will not touch it. He will make an assessment, and I will be summoned if necessary.

‘That is the operation. Any questions?’

A fresh-faced uniformed officer in the second row of seats raised a hand. ‘What if he’s no’ in, sir?’ He smirked as he said it.

One or two members of the group choked off laughter. Mackie looked at the ceiling.

Skinner nodded. ‘Thank you, constable. I take it that your present rank represents the height of your ambition in this force. I’ll say this just once more. This is serious business, potentially the most serious any of you have ever been on. I will come down like a ton of soft shit on anyone who treats it in any other way, or who is in the slightest bit disrespectful to any member of the Yobatu family. Now, are there any sensible questions?’

Detective Constable Maggie Rose raised her hand. ‘Sir, can I ask, whether Mr Yobatu has done anything while under observation to support the possibility of involvement in these crimes?’

Skinner’s eyebrows rose slightly. He knew Maggie Rose slightly. She had three years’ experience in CID, and her DI had marked her highly in her performance reviews. He made a mental note to consider her for the vacancy caused by Mackie’s promotion.

‘Thank you, Miss Rose. The answer is no. Since we put a team on him, Mr Yobatu has done nothing at all out of the ordinary. He goes to work, he goes home, and he doesn’t go out till he leaves for work again. There’s expensive TV dish on his house. He may watch a lot of telly, I believe there’s a Japanese satellite channel these days.’

Skinner looked around the room again. ‘Right. Time for a coffee or whatever, people. Carriages at 12.15, prompt.’