Made To Be Broken (25 page)

Evie took the mug I was still holding and set it down on her desk. She pulled open her top drawer, fished out a pack of chocolate biscuits and handed them to me. There were only a few left.

My life was spiralling. ‘How could I do this to him?’ I paced to the end of her office and turned on my heel.

‘You weren’t to know.’

‘I wasn’t to know he has Asperger’s, but I am supposed to know how to treat my staff, Evie.’ I turned again as I reached the opposite end of her small office. ‘There’s no way I should have yelled at him in the corridor like that. There’s no way I should have yelled at him like that, full stop.’

‘You’re stressed, you know that, right?’

The biscuit tasted sweet in my mouth, the melted chocolate sticking like glue, and I struggled to answer. Evie passed me my mug and I slurped down a mouthful of now-cool green tea.

‘Yes. I do. But what can I do? There’s nowhere to run, with this investigation going on, and Sally’s inquest about to start up again soon.’ A sigh escaped from me. ‘What have I done to Aaron?’

I paced back to the other end of her office. Evie watched me from her chair, her stunning curls piled on top of her head today. Strands had escaped from where grips and bobbles were trying to restrain them. ‘I doubt you have done anything to him. It’s likely he told you so you’d understand. From what you said, he’s trying to support you and the team. Let him.’

I twisted myself round again as I made to walk another stretch of her office. ‘He’s right though. Things are falling apart. Or rather, I’m falling apart and I’ve needed him. I’m losing focus.’

I looked at my friend.

‘Do you know why I was late in today?’

‘No, why?’

She grabbed the biscuit packet from me as I made my way to the last one and pulled it out of the pack for herself.

‘Because I was busy getting drunk on my own last night, on a bottle of red, while I reread articles Ethan had written about the investigation and the initial one about the inquest, and I forgot to plug in my phone and fell asleep on the sofa. Drowning in my own sorrows.’

Evie held out the half biscuit she had left. I ate it.

‘I need to refocus on my team and on the investigation, and not on the past. Not on Ethan. Not on what I may or may not have done. I need to pull them through this and they won’t get through it if I fall by the wayside first.’

I walked back to Evie’s desk and finished my green tea.

‘That article I reread last night.’

‘Which one?’

‘About Sally’s inquest. Her death. Her murder. It felt too much.’

‘I know, sweetie. But you seem to be on the right track at the minute.’

I paused.
Death
.

Death.

Murder.

What was it about those things?

Death, it was so final.

Painful.

‘Shit!’

‘What?’

‘Death.’

‘I don’t follow.’

‘The digoxin. We’ve not thought about it widely enough. Well, we thought we were … but what if the patient who is prescribed the digoxin is actually dead now and someone
else
is using their prescription?’

‘Now, I follow.’

‘That is a list of patients I need.’

Connie dropped the paper on his knee. It landed heavily. Smacking down flat.

‘I thought I’d bring it to you this morning, rather than have you dashing to the door for it.’

Isaac hadn’t even heard it arrive today. His mood was dark. Unlike the sunlight which was already streaming through the window with a warmth to it that hinted at a searing day.

‘Thanks.’

She was already gone, her footsteps fading up the staircase towards Em’s room.

The
Today
was face down. He didn’t move. He was afraid. For the first time since this started, not since it all started, because that involved Emma and there was no fear like the fear of losing a child, but since he started his plan of action for her, since then, he was afraid.

His hand shook as he turned the newspaper over and laid it out flat so he could read it. The headlines clamouring for every pixel of space, their sensationalised words fighting against the images taken during the previous night. Isaac’s heart hammered against his chest. He couldn’t breathe.

City Hit By Riots

The city of Nottingham is recovering from the worst night of violence in its recent memory after riots broke out in several suburbs as well as the city centre.

Events took an alarming turn as St Ann’s police station was firebombed while officers were still inside the building. The
Today
has been informed that there are three civilian staff in hospital with minor smoke inhalation. Carol Timpson, 54, Keeley Bond, 23, and Mike Gott, 31.

Fire crews were quick to the scene and to put the fire out. The building is structurally secure and officers are back at work today.

The disorder started after the sudden and violent death of 4-year-old Bridgette York, the previous day, who was shopping with her mother at Tesco on Carlton Hill, when a car ploughed into the store, killing her instantly.

As the driver of the vehicle was arrested, anger erupted around the lack of identification of the so-called ‘poison killer’.

Rioting first broke out at the supermarket where Bridgette died when a group of people targeted the store to display their outrage at the turn of events.

Police attempted to quell the unrest but it soon became apparent they were outmanned as the protesters turned on officers, throwing projectiles; bottles, bricks and any other items they could get their hands on.

This was a catalyst for social media-led hysteria as a strongly-worded hashtag #nottscopsare**** flooded Facebook and Twitter and the police found themselves the target rather than the law enforcement.

This quickly escalated to widespread disorder and emergency services were stretched to the limit as the fire service and medical personnel battled to gain control, save lives and bring order again.

DCI Anthony Grey said, ‘This was an act of disorder that put the lives of Nottinghamshire police officers and staff at risk.

‘They showed great courage in the face of adversity last night and they will continue to serve and protect the people of Nottinghamshire. We ask for calm and control today and for your help if we are to resolve this situation as quickly as possible. I would urge anyone who has any knowledge of the ‘poison killer’ to come forward; your information will be treated in the utmost confidence.’

The ‘poison killer’ may not have expected this level of disruption but we have to wonder if this plays into his longer-term game plan.

Longer-term game plan
? Is that how they were seeing him? As a man, with a longer-term game plan? Isaac’s chest was really hurting now. What had he done? Connie was right. It could have been Em out there. If she had still been alive and some father decided this was a good idea, then she could have been in the middle of this.

He was poison. Look what he had turned into. He had to get out of the house. Away from Connie. He was sure she could see right through him. Before all this – when they were a real couple, before they were just Emma’s bereaved parents, she could see him and see through him.

He had to get away.

The allotment.

Isaac dropped the paper on the floor and picked up his car keys.

The updated list was obtained from HEAD with relative speed as we narrowed down the parameters to just outside the timeframe the murders started. Giving time allowance for shock to wear off. Because we knew what we wanted and we knew where to go this time, it was all so much easier.

Martin had worked efficiently on this as I had gone to Catherine’s office.

Thanks to Evie, I was in a much better frame of mind to see her than I had been when I’d first arrived at work. Had I gone straight in to see her while my emotions were still all over, my job could have been in a very tenuous position. As it was, Evie had allowed me to talk things through, combined with a lot of pacing and consuming of chocolate biscuits, but now I felt clearer, more level-headed. More focused on the job at hand. On my team.

Detective Superintendent Catherine Walker on the other hand, could have done with sharing a few chocolate biscuits with Evie. She was in a foul mood and was not shy in letting me know. I was shown into her office as soon as I arrived. It was still early but her office was already starting to warm up. There were two walls of windows, creating an impressive greenhouse effect. One of the windows was pushed open but it was doing little to ease the heat that was accumulating in the room. 

I pushed my fringe back off my face and closed the door before taking a seat in front of Catherine’s desk. A single bead of sweat slid down my spine. I arched my back so it wouldn’t stick to my shirt. Catherine didn’t seem fazed by the heat. She looked cool, if somewhat annoyed.

‘Where the hell have you been, Hannah? Do you think you have the time to slope off and have a lie-in when we have all hell breaking loose outside our doors?’

She didn’t give me time to explain before she continued, ‘Let me answer that for you, if you are not up to task, then tell me now and I shall reassign the investigation to someone who feels the case is within their capabilities.’

She gave me an icy glare. I just wished it did something to cool the room down. She then picked up her phone and demanded Grey join us. We waited it out. Both silent. She’d made her point, I didn’t think she was expecting me to wade into this with her.

As soon as he arrived, shirt collar looking loose around his neck, Catherine erupted again. Grey paused where he was, obviously unsure what he was walking into. I didn’t have the words to get into this with her. I’d had my own meltdown; I wasn’t prepared to share in hers. I gave her the silence to blow off some steam.

‘Bloody hell, Anthony, we need a strong team on this, with strong leadership. Do we really think this is the right case for Hannah to be running?’

Several more beads of sweat slithered down the same path as the first, collecting in a damp patch in the waistband of my trousers. No amount of fidgeting was going to stop this happening. I could barely focus on Catherine’s words for the discomfort of her office.

Grey looked at me. ‘I think she can cope. We’ve given her the resources. No one could have predicted the public order problems we’ve seen erupt this past few days. This would have happened, whomever was running this case.’

He was supporting me. Grey was actually backing me up to Catherine. This was a first.

She didn’t look pleased.

‘And you, Hannah, do you think this is the right case for you before the inquest is heard in full and then finalised?’

Grey had actually backed me up.

‘I don’t think any job is the right one, because that means someone has died,’ I leaned forward in my chair, ‘but I do think it’s an investigation I am wholly capable of leading.’

She pursed her lips. ‘I’m getting a lot of pressure from the Chief on this one. The cost to the force has gone up prohibitively with the need for Mutual Aid assistance and the surge in negative publicity for the county does not please him, especially when it’s crime related. He’s not happy. Not happy at all.’

I wished she’d opened another window. The hair at my scalp clung to my head. I wanted out of there. ‘Well, I can’t speak for the chief’s mood, Ma’am, but I can speak for my own and that of my team, and we are good. We’re determined and we’re putting in the hours we need to. The extra staff that have been provided are fitting in well and are being utilised. And I think we may have a pretty good lead going this morning.’

Both Catherine and Grey gave me a questioning look.

‘I’ll know more when I get back to the incident room,’ I clarified, ‘but we’re requesting the list of patients prescribed digoxin who are actually deceased.’

‘What?’ Her tone was incredulous.

‘I was thinking about it – and what if the poisoner is not the person who is being prescribed digoxin or a distributor who has accidentally put digoxin out as something more innocuous, but a family member or friend of a deceased patient? I mean, why would you be using your own medicine? The very medicine that is keeping you alive? This makes more sense. A family member with digoxin left over.’

‘That does make sense. Good move, Hannah. Do some work on it and let me know as soon as you have results.’

Martin had no trouble getting the updated HEAD list with the deceased patients on it. There were only three patients who had previously been taking digoxin who had died in the short timeframe we were looking at, which made our job a whole lot easier.
If
this was the right track. It was a long shot but it was a lot more than we’d had to go on than at any other point during the investigation.

We shared the three names out and the intelligence tasks involved and discovered that one of the families of the patients had actually taken the left-over medication in to the pharmacy to be disposed of after their death. That left two patients with medication still in the hands of grieving family members.

I sent Ross and Martin to visit the GP surgeries of the two remaining patients and they came back with some surprising results. Though patient confidentiality still existed for patients who were dead, the GP of one of the patients in particular felt that in the current circumstances, it was necessary to share certain information with us and for us to use that information as we saw fit within our investigation. And having the awareness of the situation that we now did, thanks to the GP, I felt for what we were about to do.

I realised we’d been looking in the wrong place all along.