Birthdays for the dead

Little bastard. Little fucking bastard. I turned, stared down at Drummond, snivelling away on the study floor. You piece of shite.

I I didn t

Ash, I know her: she s one of the missing girls the Party Crashers are looking for.

You gave him their addresses!

It McKenzie was Blackmail. I didn t have any choice! I didn t know!

YOU HELPED THE FUCKING BIRTHDAY BOY! I grabbed Drummond by the hair again, banged his head against the desk. Open your mouth. He stared up at me, eyes wide and full of tears. OPEN YOUR MOUTH!

He did. I jammed the gun barrel inside.

Gllllk Hands up, palms facing out, whole body trembling.

We could ve caught him. We could ve caught the bastard years ago! HE S GOT MY DAUGHTER!

Chapter 47

One second, I ll check for you. Hold music warbled out of my phone.

The back end of Drummond s BMW crept into his garage, reversing light glowing. I held up a hand and the car rocked to a halt.

Alice clambered out from behind the wheel and popped the boot lid.

Anything?

They re looking.

Hello, Assistant Chief Constable? Yes, Mr McKenzie isn t in today, he s putting his mother s house in storage poor dear has to go into a home. Dementia. I can take a message if you like?

I didn t. I called Rhona instead and asked her to do a PNC check on Frank McKenzie and his parents.

Is Is everything OK, Guv? Only Well, you didn t come home last night and I made curry and

Please, Rhona. I need those details soon as you can.

Oh OK.

Call me back. I hung up, stuck the phone in my pocket. You ready, Alice?

A nod.

Together we heaved ACC Drummond into the boot of his BMW: arms cuffed behind his back, face a mass of bruises and seeping red cuts. A knotted shirt acting as a gag. Alice dumped the laptop and tower unit in beside him, then went back through the door to the house for the CDs.

I reached in and slapped the filthy little bastard.

He blinked up at me with puffy, bloodshot eyes.

Listen up, Drummond if anything happens to Katie, I m parking this car in the middle of Moncuir Woods and setting fire to it. With you in the boot. The lid made a satisfying clunk when I slammed it shut.

And then Rhona phoned back. She read me Frank McKenzie s criminal record it was pretty much identical to the version Shifty Dave had reeled off outside Megan Taylor s house the other night then gave me an address in Cowskillin.

What about the mother?

Couple of complaints from the neighbours a few years ago: playing loud music in the wee small hours, standing in the back garden in her nightie screaming at the seagulls, that kind of thing. You want the address?

Christ s sake Please.

Mrs Dorothy McKenzie, thirty-two McDermid Avenue, OC15 3JQ.

I waved Alice towards the car. Rhona, I owe you a big one.

What s this all about, Guv? Do

I hung up and clambered into the passenger side of Drummond s BMW, jammed the walking stick into the footwell.

Drive.

The clouds were fringed with violent pink and orange as the light faded. Twenty past four on a Monday afternoon and McDermid Avenue was virtually empty. No sign of a removal lorry.

I climbed out, stuck the gun in my waistband, and hobbled across the road. Alice scurried along behind me. Number thirty-two looked like all the other buildings on the sandstone terrace three storeys high, bay window on one side of the panelled door.

No wonder the little bastard was always lurking about when we were here.

I leaned on the bell, but nothing happened it was dead. So I pounded on the door instead. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

The room with the bay window was stripped bare, nothing left but dusty rectangles where pictures once hung.

Alice stood so close she was pressed against me. Shouldn t we call Dickie and the team? I mean we know it s him, we should get a SWAT team down here or something

You any idea how long it ll take to get a firearms team authorized and organized? I hammered on the door again. He s been in there all day, with Katie BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

Well, I could phone anyway and they can back us up and

The door opened a crack and a single eye peered out. Frank McKenzie, face shiny with sweat, breathless as if he d been running. Go away. Go away, or I ll call the police.

Open the door.

I ve got nothing to say to you. This is harassment.

OK, OK. I held my hand up, backed away a step And lunged. My shoulder slammed into the wood and the door crashed open. I couldn t stop: my right foot wouldn t take my weight, bloody thing gave way and I thumped full-length on the hall carpet, sending up a cloud of dust. It was empty like the front room the only light coming from the open front door, making everything dark and grey.

McKenzie was flat on his back, hairy arms covering his head, legs flailing.

I hauled myself up. It wasn t Mrs Kerrigan, was it? You wrecked my house looking for this

He stared at the SD card in my hand. It I Scrambled to his feet. And he was off, running down the hall.

I limped after him, the cane thumping against the dusty carpet, the gun cold and heavy in my hand.