Strike heard Pat’s gruff ‘afternoon’ in the outer office and knew Robin must have arrived. He followed Midge into the outer office, where Robin was hanging up her coat and Pat was making more coffee.
‘Oh, are we getting—?’ began Robin, looking at the fish tank, but Strike interrupted,
‘How was Mrs Two-Times?’
‘Dull,’ said Robin. ‘All she seems to do is shop and meet her girlfriends for lunch. I just handed over to Dev in Harvey Nichols.’
Strike, Robin noticed, was wearing a blue shirt she’d never seen before.
‘We’ve had a threatening phone call,’ he informed her. Pat played Robin the second of the two messages the agency had received overnight.
‘“Leave it and you won’t get hurt?”’ Robin repeated. She’d once unwrapped a severed leg in this very office, so a non-specific whisper seemed fairly tame in comparison, but all the same, she didn’t fancy further unwanted packages. ‘What’s “it”?’
‘Christ knows.’
The two partners retired to the inner office.
‘Don’t mention fish,’ Strike told her, as he closed the office door. ‘The tank was supposed to be a birthday present for her great-granddaughter, but a rival grandmother beat Pat to it.’
‘Oh, I see,’ said Robin. ‘Well, they’ll brighten the place up.’
‘Yeah, be a real morale-raiser, fish carking it and Pat blaming me,’ said Strike.
Robin laughed, then, noticing a few additions to the noticeboard since she’d last examined it, moved closer to look at them.
On the lower part of the board was Strike’s new note about ‘Oz’, and beside it a card headed ‘Wright’ bearing a summary of the notes Strike had made about the man who’d lived for a month in St George’s Avenue, and worked at Ramsay Silver for a fortnight.
5’6/7 – blood group A+ – left-handed – mid-twenties–early thirties – fake tan, worked out, weights – dope smoker – hashandled gun professionally/recreationally? – faking accent? Not from Doncaster? – knows about ‘Rita Linda’. This will be/has been in papers? – girlfriend coming to live with him? – associates/enemies may include man with dark curly hair and light-brown skinned, long black haired girl (possibly South Asian). These had keys to Wright’s house and room.
TBD: Call Jim Todd, Ramsay Silver cleaner 07335 854042
Call Pamela Bullen-Driscoll, Ramsay Silver manager
07194 241267
At the very bottom of the board was a new photograph, showing a man with dark hair, a pronounced widow’s peak and a thick moustache. Beside this Strike had written:
TBC: DCI Malcolm Truman, allegedly member of Winston Churchill Lodge
Next meeting Freemasons’ Hall Dec 23rd 18.30
Evidently, Robin thought, with a slight sinking feeling, Strike had found the online allegation that Malcolm Truman was a Freemason. Her gaze moved back up the board to the new note about ‘Oz’.
‘So that Osgood man’s a victim of identity theft?’ she said.
‘So he claims,’ said Strike. ‘He’s none too chuffed he’s been dragged into a murder investigation.’
‘Hardly surprising.’
‘He claims he was in Manchester when Wright was killed. I’ll check that out, but I suspect it’s true and the police concluded he was irrelevant. ’Course, the police weren’t aware a man with curly hair entered Wright’s room the morning after Wright was murdered.’
‘You think that might have been this “Oz” person?’
‘Got to be a possibility,’ said Strike, ‘but I’m keeping an open mind.’
‘Have you told Wardle about the curly-haired man and the South Asian girl?’
‘I have, yeah, and he’s passed the information to the team handling the case. I’ve also contacted the cleaner and the shop manager, Jim Todd and Pamela Bullen-Driscoll. Interesting responses.’