Keep Her Close. M.J. Ford

      ‘Thanks,’ said Carrick. He looked at the books on the shelves, as if one of them might contain the answers they needed. ‘Dimi, stay here and coordinate. Knock on the neighbours, see if they can give us anything. Comings and goings, noises, suspicious behaviours.’

      ‘What about me?’ asked Jo.

      ‘You’re off shift, aren’t you?’ said Carrick.

      ‘Stop winding me up, Andy,’ said Jo. ‘Let me come with you and have a crack at Myers.’

      ‘The Chief won’t be happy. But, well …’

      ‘Fuck him?’ said Jo.

      Carrick grimaced. In the seven months since Jo had first met him, she’d never heard him use a single expletive.

      ‘I agree with the sentiment,’ he said, ‘if not the manner of expression.’

       Chapter 6

      They had to call him though, and DCI Stratton arrived back at the station just before nine pm, as Jo and Carrick were getting ready to speak to Ronald Myers in IR1. Carrick had obviously briefed him on Jo’s involvement, because he didn’t say anything other than a mumbled, ‘Great work, Detective Masters.’

      ‘What’s the old bastard done with her?’ he said next.

      ‘Dimi’s standing by at the property,’ said Carrick. ‘Let’s talk to Myers first before we rip the place up.’

      ‘I’ll be watching on the monitor,’ said Stratton. ‘And hold fire on communicating with Nick Cranleigh until we’ve got something concrete.’

      ‘Yes, boss,’ said Carrick.

      He and Jo entered the interview room, and Myers started talking at once. ‘I hope you’ve seen sense.’ His lawyer sat beside him, a man of about the same age, but plump and florid, with badly-dyed blond hair.

      Carrick started the tape and introduced Myers, himself and Jo for the record, then asked the counsel to state his name.

      ‘Freddie Allgreave,’ said the man. ‘For the record, my client denies having anything material to do with the disappearance of Malin Sigurdsson.’

      ‘We’re investigating her death, now,’ said Carrick.

      ‘That as well,’ said Myers. ‘For God’s sake, this is preposterous. You have no evidence.’

      ‘Care to tell us why you were disposing of Malin’s property a mile from your home?’ asked Jo.

      Myers glanced briefly at his lawyer, who nodded.

      ‘I panicked. You seemed to think I was guilty of something, wanting to snoop around. So I tried to get rid of her things.’

      ‘Why did you have those things in the first place?’ asked Jo.

      ‘That’s none of your business,’ said Myers.

      ‘Did you steal them from her, maybe?’ asked Jo. ‘We know you liked her. You told us that before. Wanted something to sniff?’

      Myers looked horrified. ‘I’m not a pervert.’

      Jo fought back her laughter. You’re a lot worse than that.

      ‘If you tell us where she is, right now, it’s going to reflect a lot better on you when it comes to sentencing. Mr Allgreave will confirm that.’

      The brief leant across and whispered something in his client’s ear.

      ‘I don’t know where she is,’ said Myers. ‘I want to help.’

      Jo took a breath. She didn’t think he’d hold out long. Her vague theory was that he’d done something in a fit of temper, and all she needed to do was play on the same short fuse in the IR and he’d crack again. She was almost looking forward to it. ‘Tell us about Malin,’ she said. ‘What was she like as a student?’

      Myers pouted, as if he expected a trick. ‘She was gifted,’ he said. ‘Our tutorials were stimulating.’

      ‘I bet,’ said Jo. ‘And the one where you tried to stick your tongue down her throat. Did she find that stimulating?’

      ‘I said before – it was a misunderstanding.’

      ‘And dealt with internally at the college,’ said Allgreave.

      ‘Swept under the carpet, more like,’ said Jo. Carrick was sitting back and listening carefully, letting her take the lead. She wondered in the back of her mind how Stratton, watching from the AV suite, would take the line of questioning. Not that she cared. She’d always scored highly in interrogation test scenarios.

      ‘It was the friend who sent you on this wild goose chase, wasn’t it?’ said Myers.

      Jo folded her arms. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she replied.

      ‘You know why the complaint was dropped, don’t you?’ said Myers. ‘Because she never wanted to make it in the first place. It was that little minx Anna Mull who put her up to it. She’s hated me ever since I told her to buck up her game.’

      Jo didn’t let her face betray her surprise. It might not even be true, but now wasn’t the time to start digging. Carrick’s phone, on the table in front of them, beeped. He turned it over and looked at the message, before showing it to Jo. It was from Dimitriou. ‘Neighbours opposite report seeing blonde girl arriving with Myers three days ago by car. Leaving next morning.’

       What the hell did that mean?

      ‘Time to be open with us, Ron,’ said Jo. ‘Because we’re this close to turning your house upside down. When did you last see Malin Sigurdsson?’

      Myers’ lips were sealed.

      ‘Come on, Mr Myers,’ said Carrick. ‘If you didn’t take her, that means someone else did. The quickest way to eliminate yourself from our enquiries is to tell the truth. We can still charge you with obstruction of justice for the unauthorised disposal of her possessions.’

      Allgreave put a hand on Myers’ arm. ‘I’m sure my client will do his best to help you. He’s an innocent man.’

      Myers nodded gratefully. ‘I saw her on Monday,’ he said.

       Three days ago …

      ‘For what?’ said Carrick.

      Myers folded his arms. ‘What do you think?’ he said.

      ‘Extra tutoring?’ said Carrick.

      ‘We enjoyed each other’s company,’ said Myers.

      ‘You had sexual intercourse?’ said Jo.

      ‘And it was entirely our private right to do so,’ said the professor.

      ‘You and Malin Sigurdsson?’ said Jo.

      Myers looked at her with utter disdain.

      ‘So you say you haven’t seen her since Monday,’ asked Carrick. ‘Any contact at all? An argument, perhaps?’

      ‘No,’ said Myers. ‘We parted … amicably.’

      ‘And you didn’t visit her in college?’

      ‘I think I’ve answered that.’

      ‘Answer again.’

      ‘No, I didn’t visit her in college. I don’t even have a security pass anymore, and you can check with the porter’s lodge to see if I signed in.’

      ‘We’ll need to take your fingerprints.’

      ‘Do I have a choice?’

      ‘No.’