The Stone Wife
- Автор: Ловси Питер
- Серия: Peter Diamond #14
- Год: 2014
- Язык: английский
- Год: Sphere
- ISBN: 978-0-7515-5405-2
- Жанр: Полицейские детективы
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‘If Bernie is building in Marlborough, nowhere is safe,’ Diamond said while they were on the stretch between Chippenham and Calne. ‘It’s the ultimate NIMBY town. If you’re seen in the High Street without an old school tie you’re up before the magistrates.’
Halliwell looked surprised. ‘I’ve often stopped there for a cup of tea. Nobody ever bothered me.’
‘I was exaggerating. But you know what I mean. It’s a picture postcard. All those old buildings and quaint little lanes down to the river. It’s not ripe for development.’
‘Bernie seems to think it is.’
‘He must know something we don’t.’
Halliwell drove through Calne — not a picture postcard — and out into open country again.
Neither man spoke about Georgina’s rare appearance in the CID room and the conversation behind the closed door of Diamond’s office. Halliwell must have guessed Ingeborg had been under discussion and decided not to ask. And Diamond preferred to wrestle silently with his thoughts and fears. He couldn’t understand why Inge had parked her car at the dockside overnight. Such a dumb thing to do. If you’re going undercover, you don’t leave an obvious trail. He racked his brain for an explanation. She may have gone there on surveillance, acting on a tip, and then got distracted in some way. He hoped this was the case, but feared she might be in trouble. He’d been checking his phone repeatedly for a text and nothing had come through. He kept reminding himself that she’d urged him to trust her and he was trying. But he wished he understood what was going on.
‘Makes you feel desolate, doesn’t it?’ Halliwell said suddenly.
‘Not at all. I’m going to be positive.’
‘Nothing personal, I was speaking about the landscape. Miles and miles with scarcely a sign of life.’
‘I can’t agree with that. It’s teeming with life. Grass, sheep, butterflies. That’s Wiltshire. I like it. I’m a green fields man myself. Don’t need to see housing estates.’
‘Have you ever lived in the country, guv?’
‘No, but I appreciate it when I see it. You could take this more slowly. You don’t have to drive as if you want to leave it.’
‘We’re only doing fifty-five.’
They drove through Avebury and soon the distinctive Bronze Age mound called Silbury Hill appeared on their left.
‘There’s your sign of life,’ Diamond said.
‘It’s a burial mound, guv.’
‘Man-made, I meant.’ He glossed over that one. ‘Almost there. Do you know where to make for?’
‘She gave me some directions. Shouldn’t be difficult to find. Marlborough is built around the High Street, basically. We drive right through and look for a field that comes off on the left.’
‘Should have brought my wellies. What’s happening in this field?’
‘Nothing much. It’s a project under discussion. Bernie is meeting the landowner there.’
But plenty was happening when they had driven through the town and turned up a side road that Halliwell believed would bring them to the proposed building site. Cars — expensive cars mostly — were backed up as far ahead as they could see. They were parking on the left, leaving only a narrow through-way.
‘We’d better join them,’ Diamond said. ‘Something must be on.’
Halliwell parked behind a Range Rover and they got out and joined the stream of pedestrians all heading one way. ‘Do you think it’s a meeting?’ he asked Diamond.
‘Could be a march. Some of them are carrying banners.’
‘They won’t march far in wellies.’
Wellingtons, Barbours, cords and flat caps were clearly the dress code of the day. Diamond, in his trilby, suit and walking shoes, stood out, and Halliwell had no headgear at all. It didn’t seem to matter while they were on the move. The mood was hearty, with plenty of raised voices in well-bred accents hailing friends by name. Some distance up the road was a gate and everyone was filing through it. By the time Diamond and Halliwell reached there at least a hundred people were standing about in a large field.
Some of the banners were visible now. One said: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and another: STUFF YOUR PLAN.
‘We’re not the only ones with something to say to Bernie,’ Diamond said.
‘Be lucky if we get a word in.’
Just to be certain, Diamond turned to a man in a tweed jacket with leather shoulders and said, ‘Is this about the Wefers development?’
‘We’re all in the wrong place if it isn’t,’ the man said. ‘And who are you?’
‘We’re not locals.’
‘I can see that.’
‘Down from Bath.’
‘Nothing to do with the Wefers lot, I trust?’
‘Far from it,’ Halliwell said.
Diamond nudged his colleague and said, ‘We can watch it from over there.’ He didn’t fancy being put through more questions.
A section of the field had been staked and roped and a huge whitewashed letter H marked inside. A man with a loud-hailer was telling people with the utmost courtesy, ‘Kindly keep well back from the landing area, ladies and gentlemen. We don’t want any accidents.’
Two of the local police were watching from a distance, appearing content to leave the stewarding to the great and the good of the town.
‘The British at their best,’ Diamond said to Halliwell as they took up a new position. ‘No other nation on Earth could stage such an orderly demo.’ He took out his mobile to check once more whether Ingeborg had sent a text. Normally she was a regular texter. She’d even taught him the basics.
Nothing.
No use trying to reach her and risking blowing her cover. He pocketed the phone just as the leather-shouldered man approached them again.
‘I say, you people, what exactly is your business here?’
Diamond looked up in surprise. He’d quite forgotten that the well-educated aren’t all polite. They can be downright rude.
Halliwell said, ‘Just observing at this stage.’
‘I think I have a right to ask.’
‘I’m not sure that you do, but I’ll tell you anyway,’ Diamond said to silence him. ‘We’re police officers.’
‘You’re not in uniform.’
‘That’s obvious, isn’t it?’
‘And a moment ago you were taking pictures with your phone.’ This busybody was cranking himself up into quite a state. ‘Is that what you’re up to, covert surveillance, getting a record of decent, law-abiding people on a peaceful demonstration?’
‘Not at all. I was checking for a text.’
Halliwell added, ‘If we were doing surveillance, we’d use better equipment than a mobile phone.’
Diamond told the man, ‘I suggest you aim your protest at the cause of all the fuss. That speck in the sky seems to be heading in this direction.’
The interrogator moved off.
Others had seen it and the anticipation mounted as the helicopter announced itself with the engine drone and the flash of sunlight on its fuselage. On the ground, jeering began and banners were raised.
‘Please stand well clear of the landing area,’ the man with the loud-hailer appealed once more.
But there was a bigger hazard.
From behind them at the edge of the field, a black four-by-four with lights on full beam powered through the gate and made swift, bumping progress across the turf, horn blaring to force a passage through the crowd. Fitted with a bull bar, it could do that if necessary. Word quickly passed round that this was the owner of the field making a last-minute appearance. If so, he must have been parked just outside, ready for this. He wouldn’t have wanted to announce his presence any sooner. A chorus of booing from the demonstrators left no doubt what they thought of the maneuver. The British at their best were getting fractious. Some young men ran at the vehicle and thumped the bodywork. A banner was smashed over the bonnet. This made not a jot of difference. The black Jeep came to a skidding halt at the edge of the landing space and brought down one of the iron stakes and a length of the rope. Wisely, the driver remained in the vehicle with the engine running.