Blood on the Tongue (Ben Cooper & Diane Fry) by Stephen Booth Page B

all. Twelve years old, and eight. Why should they lie about something like that?'
    'I have no idea.'
    'Also, it appears that a man in uniform was reported to have been seen heading away from the area later that day. In fact, he was picked up by a lorry driver on the A6 near Chinley. That was a perfectly normal thing for a driver to do at that time.'
    'The man was never positively identified as Pilot Officer McTeague,' said Morrissey.
    'We used to do it until quite recently, in fact. But not for a few years.'
    'Do what?'
    'Give lifts to servicemen. They would stand at the roadside with their kitbags and a sign saying where they were going, and motorists would stop for them. You could see what they were by their haircuts, because all the other young men of their age had long hair then, I can remember picking a few soldiers up myself on the M6 roundabout near Preston, in the days when I was serving with the Lancashire force. These days, though, you can't trust anybody. You never know who might have got hold of an army uniform or a bit of equipment. Let them into your car and you could be mugged in a minute, or worse. I would advise members of the public against it, for their own safety.'
    Alison Morrissey stared at the Chief Superintendent, and Cooper saw her redden slightly. The extra colour made her look even more attractive, but Jepson didn't seem to have noticed. He'd gone into public-meeting mode, as if he were addressing members of the Chamber of Commerce or a police liaison committee.
    'That man was never positively identified as my grandfather,' repeated Morrissey.
    'Yes, I see that,' said Jepson, looking at his report.
    'And how did he get to the A6? Let's consider that for a moment. I've studied the maps of the area, and the place this man was picked up was over ten miles from the scene of the crash. Is my grandfather supposed to have walked all that way? And why didn't anybody else see him earlier?'
    'It was dark,' pointed out Cooper.
    The Canadian woman caught his eye. He had the feeling that, in different circumstances, she might have smiled.
    Jepson nodded at Cooper gratefully. 'Of course it was. It was seven o'clock in the morning when the lorry driver picked him up. It's still dark at that time in January round these parts. Ben knows, you see. He's a local lad. There's nothing like a bit of local knowledge. It's better than any number of bits of paper you can produce, Miss Morrissey.'
    The Chief Superintendent pushed the report aside, as if he didn't need it any more, and beamed at Morrissey. Cooper recognized it as his politician's smile, the one he normally only used for visiting members of the Police Authority when he was hoping they would go away and leave him in peace.
    'The lorry driver couldn't even say that it was an airman's uniform this person was wearing,' said Morrissey, starting to sound a little desperate.
    Jepson pulled the report back towards him. He glanced at the first page, then at Cooper, who mouthed three words at him silently.
    'It was dark,' said Jepson hesitantly. 'Yes, of course it was – it was dark, as we've already established. Miss Morrissey, we can't expect a lorry driver to have noticed details of a serviceman's uniform in the dark. There were no street lights at that time, you know. There was –'
    '– a war on,' said Morrissey. 'Yes, I know.'
    Jepson steepled his fingers and looked round the meeting with some satisfaction, as if the point were proved. 'Did you have any more information you wished to produce, Miss Morrissey? Any new information?'
    'My grandfather didn't desert,' said Morrissey quietly.
    'With respect,' said Jepson, getting into his stride as he saw the home stretch appear, 'I don't think there's anything you've told us that could be considered new. There is no reason to believe that anything happened to your grandfather other than that he left the scene of the crash before the rescue teams arrived, he hitched a lift from a lorry driver on the A6 and …'
    'And