Illegally Dead (19 page)

24

I met up with Clarus by prearrangement just after dawn outside the gates of Bucca Maecilius’s yard. No Marilla: if there was likely to be trouble - and trouble was a distinct possibility - then impassioned pleas, scathing sarcasm, tantrums and strident demands to be included notwithstanding the lady was out.

We went through the open gateway. No sign of the man himself, but like before there were a couple of carts parked next to the stables. I lifted the tarpaulin on one of them and Clarus took the other.

‘Corvinus?’ he said quietly.

‘Yeah?’

‘Come and have a look.’

I went over. The floor of the cart was covered in a thick layer of cement dust, like a bag of the stuff had burst and spread its contents over the width of the boards. The dust had been flattened and drawn in lines in a wide strip from the centre of the cart to the back, as if something big had been pulled out over the open tailgate.

Bull’s-eye!

‘Well done, pal,’ I said. ‘Full marks. If –’

‘Wait.’ He reached past me to where a splinter of wood stuck out from the tailgate itself, picked something up and held it out. I looked. A single brown thread.  ‘The dead woman’s tunic was brown,’ he said. ‘It could be coincidence, of course.’

Coincidence nothing, that put the lid on it for me. We’d got the bastard by the balls. ‘Let’s go inside,’ I said.

There were three horses in the stables, better-fed and healthier beasts than I’d’ve expected but no prizewinners. Bucca was lying in one of the empty stalls, snoring his head off. There was an empty wine flask in the straw beside him.

I went over, took hold of the front of his tunic and heaved him to his feet. ‘Come on, pal,’ I said. ‘Rise and shine.’

His eyes opened, then widened. ‘Corvinus?’

‘Well remembered.’

‘What the hell do you want at this time of the morning? It’s hardly –’

‘Me and young Clarus here were interested in one of your carts. The one you used to transport that body up to Caba.’

‘Never mind the –’ he began; and then his brain must’ve caught up with his ears because suddenly he was very, very awake indeed. ‘Oh, shit!’

I grabbed him by the sleeve as he turned to run and hauled him back, then ducked the roundhouse punch he threw and planted one of my own under his ribs. He went down gasping.

‘Did you have to do that, Corvinus?’ Clarus said.

I grinned. ‘Uh-uh. But consider the bugger subdued.’

Clarus shook his head wearily. ‘Let’s get him outside,’ he said.

We half-escorted, half-carried Bucca out of the stables to the cart and propped him against it. ‘Now, pal,’ I said. ‘Let’s have the details. Who was she, and why did you kill her?’

‘I never!’ He was still wheezing and clinging to the side of the cart for support, but he was getting his colour back. ‘Corvinus, I never touched her, I swear it! You’ve got to believe that! I don’t know who she is, either. Why should I kill a fucking woman I’ve never seen before in my life?’

‘Bucca, read my lips,’ I said. ‘In about ten minutes’ time I am going to hand you over to the town magistrates to be charged with strangling a woman, name unknown, and taking her body in this cart up to the woods near Caba, where you dumped her. This will happen, friend, whatever you say, whether you deny it or admit it or opt to stay completely silent or whistle the fifth fucking Pindaric Ode through your teeth. What happens afterwards, though, depends totally on you, now, so you had better use those ten minutes wisely. Which means in telling me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Because, sunshine, if you lie, or hide anything or even think of playing the smartass, and I find out, which I will, then so help me Jupiter I will see you nailed. Understand?’

He swallowed. ‘Yes.’

‘Good. Do you know who she is?’

‘No.’

‘Did you kill her?’

‘No!’

‘But you did transport the body to the woods near Caba and try to hide it?’

Another swallow. Then, very quietly: ‘Yes.’

‘Okay, pal. These were the only straight questions. You’re on your own now. Let’s have the story.’

He took a deep breath. ‘I...found her three days back, first thing, when I got up. She was lying over there’ - he pointed - ‘behind that pile of rubbish. She was...I could see she was dead straight off because her face...oh, gods! –’

‘Yeah. Right,’ I said. ‘Never mind that. Carry on.’

‘Can I be sick? Please?’

‘Later.’

‘I panicked. Corvinus, I fucking panicked! I told you about the people in this town and me, they wouldn’t give my version two minutes’ credence. If I’d reported her then a month down the road I’d be looking at the strangler’s noose myself, no question. So I...bundled her into the wagon, put the tarpaulin over and drove up to Caba. I knew the road up there, I go up it five, maybe six times a month, so there’d be nothing unusual about me and my cart being seen. The bit of woodland where I hid her, as well. I hauled a load of charcoal from there to Bovillae once, three years back, I thought that’d be perfect. I...drove a couple of hundred yards up the track, well out of sight of the road, pulled her out and covered her with what I could find. Then I came straight back. That’s it, that’s all that happened, I swear it!’ He looked at me wild-eyed. ‘I was desperate, right? There was nothing else I could do!’

I sighed. ‘Yeah. Yeah, okay.’

‘You believe me?’

‘I believe you. Only you’d better be telling the truth.’

‘I am! I swear I am!’

‘Fine. Let’s go, then.’

‘You’re taking me to the magistrates?’

‘Yeah. I said.’

‘But –!’

‘Look, Bucca. Whoever killed this woman and dumped her on your doorstep is no friend of yours. He’s killed once, he might decide to kill again, and you, pal, might be next on the list. So yes, I am taking you to the magistrates. Locked up safe in the town hall cellars is probably the best place for you.’

He was staring at me. ‘You think it was deliberate? I mean, choosing here?’

I shrugged. ‘Your guess is as good as mine, friend. The difference is, whether I’m right or wrong it’s no skin off my nose either way. Whereas –’ I left the rest of it hanging.

‘Oh, shit!’ He turned away abruptly and threw up. Most of it was wine. Well, I’d told him he could, later, so I couldn’t really object..

I waited until he’d finished and had wiped his mouth on his tunic. ‘You any idea yourself who was responsible?’ I said. ‘Or maybe why?’

‘No! The only real enemy I’ve got is my brother, and Fimus wouldn’t do anything like this! He’s a stiff-necked bastard, true, but he’s not that much of a bastard, and he’s no killer, no way, never!’ He paused. ‘You don’t think it was him, do you?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘I don’t think it was Fimus.’

‘Then who?’

I took him gently by the arm. ‘Let’s go, Bucca.’

We dropped him off at the town hall, with a mention of the horses to be looked after in the stables, and I took Clarus to Pontius’s for a cup of wine. This early not even Gabba was in evidence and the place was empty, but I wanted absolute privacy for the next bit, so we carried the winecups - and some bread and cheese; there hadn’t been much time for breakfast - outside onto the terrace.

‘You didn’t think Bucca was responsible from the beginning,’ Clarus said as we settled down at one of the tables. ‘For killing the woman, I mean.’

‘No.’ I took a sip of the wine.

‘Then who was?’

‘Quintus Acceius.’

He stared at me. ‘What?’

‘I know why, too. And who she was. Not her name, just who she was.’

‘Corvinus, I’m sorry, but you’re not making sense.’

‘She was Senecio’s sister. Or his wife, or his girlfriend, or whatever. Senecio’s something.’

He sat back. ‘Ah.’

‘“Ah” is right, pal. The bastard lied to us from start to finish. He wasn’t attacked by a man at all; he was attacked by a woman. The attacker didn’t run off; he killed her and dumped her body in Bucca’s yard.’

‘But Acceius wasn’t attacked anywhere near Bucca’s! He’d’ve had to lug the corpse all the way across town!’

‘Who says where he was attacked?’ I paused for the penny to drop. ‘Right. Acceius does. No one else, there were no witnesses. Just like we’ve only got his word for what happened. Oh, sure, he’d have to cross town to get to your father’s, bleeding like a pig all the way, I never said it was easy. But at least he’d have his story, and if the body was discovered and the whistle blown the Caba gate would be a quarter of a mile off.’

‘It was still a risk. A small town like Castrimoenium, with an attack and a death on the same night. The two would have to be put together.’

‘You’re not thinking, pal. Of course they would, they have been. Acceius couldn’t do a thing about that; the killing was by no choice of his, it wasn’t planned, all he could do was cover the best he could at the time, and that wasn’t much. Me, I think he did bloody well, under the circumstances.’

‘All right.’ Clarus hadn’t touched his wine: like Alexis, he wasn’t a drinker. ‘What happened?’

‘The woman - we don’t know her name, call her Nemesis - had been following him ever since Senecio died, waiting her chance; I knew that, he told me himself he had the feeling he was being watched. Now I don’t know the exact circumstances - that’s something we’ll have to get from the bugger himself - but I’d guess he kept to the truth as far as he could, so I’d bet he was coming back from seeing a client. Only the client was somewhere up by the Caba gate, not the Bovillan. Then things happened like he told us: Nemesis was waiting in ambush, she came out of an alleyway as he passed and stabbed him. The difference was, he didn’t slug her - he couldn’t’ve done, because her face wasn’t marked - but he did catch at the necklace round her neck and strangle her.’

‘Hold on, Corvinus. You said he was keeping to the truth as far as he could. So why not just say there was a struggle, the attacker dropped the knife and ran away? Why invent the punch?’

‘Because Acceius is a smart cookie. The guy thinks, even when he’s desperate, as he had to be. Thinks on his feet, too; he has to, he’s a forensic lawyer. If Nemesis’s body was found - as it was - with no signs of a hefty punch to the face that’d be another reason for claiming she and the fictional attacker were different people. Not much of a reason, sure, but it’d help, and he’d need every edge he could get. Acceius was careful to tell us he’d really socked the man, remember, probably knocked out or damaged a few teeth. My bet is that after the woman was dead he bruised his own knuckles against the wall to give the story credence. Possible? You’re the medical expert.’

‘Possible. Dad might’ve seen a difference, sure, if he’d treated the damage, but he didn’t bother. Not with that slice to the side and back to worry about.’

‘Right.’ I took a swallow of the wine. ‘Then there was the real poser, the problem of the body. Now that’s the really interesting part. The guy’s been attacked, knifed. He’s killed the attacker, fine, but he’s a lawyer, he knows all about killing in self-defence. Like when he killed Senecio. And there’d be no question that he had been attacked and that the intention was murder, not with the wound he’s carrying, so legally he’s safe enough. But what does he do? He doesn’t yell for help or hammer on the first available door. Instead, he lugs the corpse into Bucca’s yard and dumps it, then drags himself all the way across town practically past his own front door just to pretend he was nowhere near the fucking place. Now unless he’s got something major to hide, and I’d bet a rotten fig to a flask of Caecuban that he has, that is weird.’

‘Yes.’ Clarus chewed reflectively on his bread and cheese. ‘He recognised the woman. That what you mean?’

‘Yeah. And it was important, for some reason, that no one should realise that he had.’ I stood up. ‘You finished?’

‘You’re going to see him? Now?’

‘As ever is. The bastard’s got questions to answer, and the sooner the better.’

Clarus tucked the rest of the cheese inside the bread and stood up too.

We went to Acceius’s.

25

They were at breakfast, Acceius and Seia Lucinda, when the slave showed us in.

‘Corvinus! And Clarus.’ Acceius put down his breakfast roll. ‘What on earth are you doing here at this hour?’

‘We’ve just been round at Bucca Maecilius’s,’ I said. ‘Asking him about the corpse that he ferried over to Caba three days back.’

His eyes widened. ‘Indeed? What corpse is this?’

‘I was rather hoping you’d tell me, pal. After all, you dumped her on him in the first place.’

Silence. Long silence. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Seia Lucinda shoot him a look. Acceius dabbed carefully at his lips with his napkin and stood up, wincing as he did so. Yeah: the stitches would still be in.

‘Perhaps we’d better go into the study,’ he said.

I stood aside to let him pass, with Clarus tagging along behind. I could feel Seia Lucinda’s eyes on my back all the way to the door.

We went in.

‘Sit down, please.’ He indicated the couches. ‘I’d rather stand, if you don’t mind. It makes things rather formal, but standing’s more comfortable for me at present, and besides under the circumstances perhaps a certain degree of formality is called for.’

We sat.

‘Now.’ He took a breath. ‘How did you know?’

‘You admit it?’

‘Yes. No point in a denial, is there?’ He was frowning. ‘I should’ve said I’d killed her - her, not him - straight away. Making up that story was silly. Worse than silly, stupid.’

‘So why did you?’

He closed his eyes. ‘Because I’m a lawyer, Corvinus, and because I’m a man. The first sometimes thinks too much, the second too little. Unfortunately the combination will sometimes act very stupidly indeed. As I did.’ The eyes opened again. ‘As far as the killing went, it followed roughly the same lines as I described, except that the struggle was more prolonged and of course ended...differently. She was a very powerful woman, you must be aware of that if you’ve seen the body. Also...well, she really, really wanted me dead. I managed to turn her round and get a tight grip of her knife hand about the wrist, but that was as much as I could do: she wouldn’t drop the knife and I couldn’t move the arm itself. I...got my left arm up to her throat and my fingers caught in her necklace. I thought if I twisted that and held on tightly, choking her, I could force her to let the weapon fall, or at worst render her unconscious. I...well, I simply held on too long and too hard. When she did finally go limp and I risked releasing her I found that she was dead.’ He paused and looked me straight in the eyes. ‘I swear to you I didn’t mean to kill her. It was like the other time, an accident. I was so damn scared I just acted without thinking.’

I let that one pass for the moment. ‘Okay. So why the story? You’d been attacked, badly wounded, you’d defended yourself and accidentally killed the attacker in the process. You’re a lawyer, you’d know you were within your rights. So why try to cover things up?’

He smiled weakly. ‘It was because I’m a lawyer, Corvinus. Or partly so. I told you, the combination of ordinary man and lawyer can give rise to acts of unbelievable stupidity. Thus far I’d acted as a man. I was frightened, I panicked, I overreacted.’ He paused. ‘No, I’m being unfair to myself, I didn’t overreact, I simply fought as hard as I could to avoid being killed, which I knew I would be if I gave the woman the smallest degree of quarter. Once she was dead, unfortunately, the thinking lawyer took over. I’ve argued cases, Corvinus, for the defence and prosecution both, all my life. I know all about circumstantial evidence, and how damning it can be, how difficult it is to get round. She was the second person I’d killed by “accident”’ - he stressed the word - ‘under identical circumstances inside half a month. Suspicious? Of course it is! Besides, she was a woman, I’m a strong man; why could I not simply have disarmed her? And strangulation? A fatal knife wound could be sudden and truly accidental; but strangulation is slow, and therefore deliberate. Oh, yes: I could make a case myself, a very good one at that.’ I said nothing. ‘So the upshot was that the lawyer made his points and the man accepted and acted on them. Stupidly, as I say, criminally so. I hid the body as best I could - yes, I suppose I did know it was Bucca Maecilius’s yard, but it was the handiest place at the time and I was almost out of my mind with pain and fear - and...well, the rest you know. Or I assume you do. When I talked to you the next day, of course, it was as a lawyer trying to make the most of a bad job, a nightmare situation. I’m sorry about Bucca, very sorry: I will, naturally, go straight round to Libanius, explain the whole business and take the consequences.’

‘The bruise on your hand,’ I said. ‘You made that deliberately? After you’d killed her?’

Another weak smile. ‘No. I’m not that devious, I’m glad to say. I must’ve grazed my knuckles against the wall in the struggle, although I didn’t notice it at the time. But yes, you’re right, I did turn it to use later.’

‘But you did recognise the woman?’

He looked at me blankly. ‘What? No. No, of course I didn’t! Why should I?’

‘Come on, pal! She was a relative of the guy you killed, the guy who attacked you and your partner. Senecio.’

‘No, Corvinus, I’m sorry, but –’ He frowned. ‘Hold on. Senecio...Senecio...’

‘You defended him, you and Hostilius. Him and his brother Lupus, on a burglary and murder charge.’

‘Wait. I –’ He was still frowning. ‘The Brabbius brothers. Yes, by god, you’re right. It must’ve been over fifteen years ago, in Bovillae, before we moved here. We lost the case, Lupus was executed and Senecio went to the galleys. The man was Brabbius Senecio?’

‘Yeah. At least, I think so. And it was twenty-one years ago.’

‘So it was.’ He was staring at me. ‘Why should Brabbius Senecio want to attack us? Yes, we lost and his brother died, but we did our best, it wasn’t our fault. And I realise I shouldn’t be saying this, but we never had a chance from the start because they were obviously guilty. You say the dead woman was a relative?’

‘Yeah. My guess would be a wife or a sister. He have either of these, that you know of? Or anything like them?’

He shook his head numbly. ‘No. I’ve genuinely no idea. Oh, I remember Senecio, yes, of course I do, although I’d never have recognised him in the man who attacked us even if I’d known who it was, certainly never made any sort of connection. But apart from Lupus I never met any of his family, to my knowledge. If they did exist then they kept well clear.’

I stood up. So did Clarus. ‘Right,’ I said. ‘Thanks, pal. Very informative.’

His lips pursed. ‘Yes...well. I’m sorry about all this, Valerius Corvinus. Sorry and deeply ashamed. As I said, I will see Quintus Libanius and make a full confession at the earliest opportunity. My apologies to your father, too, Clarus. I’ll see you out.’

He did. No sign of Seia Lucinda now, but no doubt she’d be having a talk with her husband after we’d gone.

‘You believe him, Corvinus?’ Clarus said as the door closed behind us and we went down the steps.

I shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘Jury’s out on that completely.’ He’d handled it well, though, I had to give him that. If he was lying, somewhere along the way, it’d be hellish difficult to prove. ‘All we can do now is dig and see what turns up.’

One thing was certain: if I was going to get any more answers I’d have to do my digging in Bovillae.