a sign of the frustration Jejeune was feeling that he failed to recognize this.
âIâm sorry, Domenic, but wise use of resources is a departmental mantra these days, and Iâm afraid I just canât see myself standing before the assistant chief constable trying to justify the use of highly sophisticated police equipment to test bird feathers.â She offered him a placatory smile. âIâm sure youâll get your results soon enough.â
She turned to the room in general. âRight, well Iâll leave you to get on with it then, unless thereâs anything else I should know. Anything on the fingerprints on the filing cabinet, for example. I assume we have already tested the volunteers to see if they belong to any of them?â
The assembled crowd looked at one another sheepishly, making it clear that the report wasnât going to make happy listening for the DCS. It was no surprise to anyone that Tony Holland rushed into the breach. He had a rare skill for reporting events in a way that simultaneously suggested that he had not been involved, and that if he had, things would have turned out immeasurably better.
âThe volunteer system seems to have operated on a drop-in basis, maâam. They were on first-name terms only, if they ever even saw each other. No insurance clearances required, so no need for any records. Nobody seems really sure of who was there and who wasnât, let alone how they could be contacted.â
âFor Godâs sake,â said Shepherd, barely keeping her temper in check. âIs that what you people expect Guy Trueman to be taking back to the Mexican Consulate as evidence of our progress? Find out who these people were and get them printed. And do it quickly.â
If this was leaving them to get on with it, Maik couldnât imagine what it would be like if she decided to take an active interest. But just as she did appear about to leave, finally, Jejeuneâs question stopped her in her tracks.
âI wonder,â he said, so quietly Maik could barely hear the words, though he was only a few feet away. âHave we checked the prints against Ramon Santos?â
The silence was so profound, for a moment it seemed as if Jejeuneâs question had taken away the groupâs collective powers of speech. Anger darkened Shepherdâs features. Trying to open locked filing cabinets suggested only one thing, and it was very much at odds with a status as an innocent bystander.
âItâs the rental car,â said Jejeune simply. âSantos tucked it away round the back of the building, even though there were plenty of spaces by the side and even at the front.â
âPerhaps he was just ashamed of it. If I had to drive one of Saxonâs pieces of crap around town, I would be, too,â said Holland. He had noted Shepherdâs expression and clearly decided now might not be a bad time to become her attack dog.
âItâs quite obvious he didnât want people to see it, Domenic,â said Shepherd, her voice registering the strain of keeping herself in check. âBut there could be any number of reasons. A discrete business meeting. An anonymous donation.â She spread her hands in an appeal for reason.
âThen why bring a car at all? It was a nice night, ten minutesâ walk from the hotel. He was fit and healthy. The only explanation is that he was intending to take something from the sanctuary when he left, something that he couldnât afford to be seen carrying down the street.â
Shepherd sighed irritably, as if she found Jejeuneâs inclusion of the word only particularly galling. âI thought we were looking at shelter volunteers and former employees,â she said, âthis business about re-locking the cage and what-not. And now, all of a sudden, you think Santos was there to steal the birds? Youâll have a reason, of course, why a senior Mexican diplomat would want to break