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everything you need, Geoff. Pascoe's a good lad but a bit rough at the edges. He might have overlooked a few of the refinements.'
'I found Mr Pascoe very helpful and obliging,' said Hiller. 'But I want to make it clear that my inquiry room, especially now I've got my equipment here, is off-limits to all Mid-Yorkshire staff. That includes you, Andy. And especially it includes that moron, Hector. Is he brain- damaged or what?'
'Hector? He's reckoned to be one of our high fliers.'
'He'll fly high if he comes within kicking distance of my boot,' said Hiller.
A joke, thought Dalziel. Adolf had really come a long way.
'That all, is it?' he inquired politely.
'Just one more thing. While I was talking to Mrs Tallantire yesterday, she let slip that you'd been asking her about Wally's personal papers.'
'Oh aye? Then she'll have told you that there weren't any,' said Dalziel.
'Yes, that's what she said you said,' replied Hiller.
'You're not implying I'd try to hide summat as important as that?' said Dalziel indignantly.
'I'm implying nothing. I'm saying loud and clear that if I get any proof that you're attempting to interfere with or obstruct my inquiry in any way, I'll bury you, Andy.'
'You'd need to scratch a big hole, Geoff,' said Dalziel, his fingers mining his groin as if in illustration.
Hiller smiled thinly.
'I don't do my own digging any more,' he said. 'By the way, I've asked Mr Trimble if your DCI Pascoe can act as liaison between us. Like I said before, he seems a sensible sort of fellow, and I think it's in all our interests to keep things on an even keel.'
'Right,' said Dalziel. 'Pascoe's your man for even keels. Full of ballast. It'll be plain sailing with him.'
'Plain sailing's what we all want, isn't it?' said Hiller.
Dalziel showed him out with all the surface regret of a society host losing a favourite guest. He watched him out of sight along the corridor then he said, 'You can come out now.'
The door to the storeroom opposite opened and Pascoe emerged.
'Saw you lurking a few minutes back,' said Dalziel. 'Hear all that, did you?'
'The door was open,' said Pascoe defensively.
'Don't apologize. There's three things a good copper never passes up on, and one of 'em's a chance to eavesdrop.'
Pascoe didn't care to inquire as to the other two. He followed Dalziel into his room and said, 'In this case, eavesdropping hasn't left me much the wiser. I'd appreciate being told what's really going off here.'
'You've stopped reading the papers and watching the telly, have you?'
'I've not had much time recently.'
'Oh aye? Family all right, are they?'
Why was it so hard to tell Dalziel anything without getting the sense he knew it already? Pascoe said as casually as he could, 'Fine. Well, in fact, Ellie's away visiting her mother for a couple of days. And Rosie too, of course. The old girl's been a bit under the weather. The strain of looking after Ellie's father. He's got Alzheimer's, remember? He's gone totally now, no memory, never speaks, incontinent, the works. So they got him into a home last month and now Ellie's gone down just to check her mum's coping . . .'
He was talking too much.
Dalziel said, 'OK, is she?'
'Yes. I think so. I mean, Ellie rang just to say they'd got there OK . . .'
A message on his answering machine. 'Peter, we've arrived safely. Rosie sends her love. I'll ring again tomorrow.' He hadn't tried to ring back.
'Well, it's an ill wind,' said Dalziel. 'Lots of time on your hands now to catch up with what's going off. You must've seen that telly programme yon Yank, Waggs, made, a while back? The one that caused the big stink?'
Pascoe shook his head.
'Well, no great loss. Them TV twats get carried away. Funny angles, fancy music, all film festival stuff without the titties in the sand. I've got a video of it I'll show you some time, but best for background is this radio thing they did a couple of years back before they started this miscarriage of justice crap. I don't suppose you heard that either?'
He rummaged in