Dead Man's Footsteps

stakes. Call her bluff. She might think she was tough, but he had his doubts.
    He finished the cigarette and tossed the butt outside. Then, as he closed the window, his nostrils twitched again. The smell was getting stronger, more insistent. It was coming from inside the van, very definitely. The distinct sour reek of urine.
    Oh, for fuck’s sake, no!
    The old woman had wet herself.
    He snapped on the interior light, scrambled out of his seat and into the rear of the van. The woman looked ridiculous, her head poking out of the top of the rolled-up carpet like some ugly, hatching chrysalis.
    He pulled the gaffer tape away from her mouth as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt her more than wasnecessary; she was already in a high state of distress and he was scared that she might die on him.
    ‘Have you wet yourself?’
    Two small, frightened eyes peered at him. ‘I’m ill,’ she said, in a weak voice. ‘I’m incontinent. I’m sorry.’
    Sudden panic gripped him. ‘Does that mean you’re going to do the other thing too?’
    She hesitated, then nodded apologetically.
    ‘Oh, that’s great,’ he said. ‘That’s just great.’

93
OCTOBER 2007
    As Glenn Branson was walking back to his desk after the 6.30 p.m. briefing on Operation Dingo , his mobile phone rang. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar Brighton number.
    ‘DS Branson,’ he answered. Then immediately recognized the rather smart voice at the other end.
    ‘Oh, Detective Sergeant, apologies for calling you a bit late.’
    ‘No problem at all, Mr Hegarty. What can I do for you?’ Glenn continued walking.
    ‘Is this a good moment?’
    ‘Absolutely fine.’
    ‘Well, the damnedest thing just happened,’ Hugo Hegarty said. ‘You remember when you and your very charming colleague came back this afternoon, I gave you a list? A list and description of all the stamps I purchased for Lorraine Wilson back in 2002?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Well – look – this could just be one of those strange coincidences, but I’ve been in this game for too long and I really don’t think it is.’
    Glenn reached the doorway of Major Incident Room One, and stepped inside. ‘Uh huh.’
    ‘I’ve just had a phone call from a woman – sounded like a young woman, and rather nervous. She asked me ifI would be able to sell a collection of high-value stamps that she has. I asked her to give me the details and what she described is exactly – and I mean exactly – what I purchased for Lorraine Wilson. Less just a few, which may have been sold off along the way.’
    Still holding the phone to his ear, Branson went over to his work station and sat down, absorbing the significance of this. ‘Are you really sure it’s not just coincidence, sir?’ he asked.
    ‘Well, they are mostly rare plates of mint stamps, desirable for all collections, plus some individual stamps. I doubt I would be able to remember from five years ago whether the postage marks on these are the same. But to give you a bit of a steer, there are two Plate 77 Penny Reds – I believe the last sale price fetched one hundred and sixty thousand pounds. There were several Plate 10 and Plate 11 Penny Blacks – they’re worth between twelve and thirteen thousand pounds each – very easily tradable. Then quite a substantial quantity of Tuppenny Blues, plus a whole raft of other rarer stamps. It might be coincidence if she had just one or two of these, but the same items, the same quantities?’
    ‘It does sound a little strange, sir, yes.’
    ‘To be honest,’ Hegarty said, ‘if I hadn’t gone through the files today to compile the list for you, I doubt I would have remembered it was such an exact match.’
    ‘Sounds like that might have been a stroke of good fortune. I appreciate your telling us. Did you ask her where she obtained them?’
    Hegarty dropped his voice, as if nervous of being overheard. ‘She said she’d inherited them from an aunt in Australia and that someone she’d met at a party in Melbourne told her I was one of the dealers she should talk to.’
    ‘You, rather than anyone in Australia, sir?’
    ‘She said she was told that she would get a better price in the UK or in the States. As she was moving back here to look after her elderly mother, she thought she would try me first. She’s coming over tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock to show me them. I thought I would ask her a few discreet questions then.’
    Branson looked at his notes. ‘Do you have an interest in buying