Dead Man's Grip

ushered them in, unsettled by something she could not put a finger on. She saw her mother peering anxiously out of the kitchen door.
    ‘We need to speak to you in private, please,’ DS Branson said.
    Carly led them into the living room, signalling to her mother that all was fine. She followed them in and pointed to one of the two sofas, then shut the door, casting an embarrassed glance at the spreading brown stain on the wallpaper, which now covered almost entirely one wall. Then she sat down on the sofa opposite them, staring at them defiantly, wondering what they were going to throw at her now.
    ‘How can I help you?’ she asked eventually.
    ‘Mrs Chase, we have reason to believe your life may be in immediate danger,’ Glenn Branson said.
    Carly blinked hard. ‘Pardon?’
    Then she noticed for the first time that he had a large brown envelope in his hand. He was holding it in a strangely delicate way for such a big man, the way he might have held a fragile vase.
    ‘It’s concerning the road traffic collision two weeks ago today, which resulted in the death of a young student at Brighton University, Tony Revere,’ he said.
    ‘What do you mean exactly by immediate danger ?’
    ‘There were two other vehicles involved, Mrs Chase – a Ford Transit van and a Volvo refrigerated lorry.’
    ‘They were the ones that actually struck the poor cyclist, yes.’ She caught the eye of the female DS, who smiled at her in a sympathetic way that irritated her.
    ‘Are you aware of who the cyclist was?’ he asked.
    ‘I’ve read the papers. Yes, I am. It’s very sad – and very distressing to have been involved.’
    ‘You’re aware that his mother is the daughter of a man purported to be the head of the New York Mafia?’
    ‘I’ve read that. And the reward she offered. I didn’t even know they existed any more. I thought that the Mafia was something from the past, sort of out of The Godfather .’
    The DS exchanged a glance with his colleague, who then spoke. ‘Mrs Chase, I’m a Family Liaison Officer. I think as a solicitor you may be familiar with this term?’
    ‘I don’t do criminal law, but yes.’
    ‘I’m here to help you through the next steps you choose. You know the Ford Transit van that was just mentioned?’
    ‘The one that was right behind me?’
    ‘Yes. You need to know that the driver of this van is dead. His body was found in the van on Friday, in Shoreham Harbour.’
    ‘I read in the Argus that a body had been found in a van in the harbour.’
    ‘Yes,’ Bella Moy said. ‘What you won’t have read is that he was the driver we believe was involved in the collision. You also won’t have read that he was murdered.’
    Carly frowned. ‘Murdered?’
    ‘Yes. I can’t give you details, but please trust us, he was. The reason we are here is that just a few hours ago the driver of the Volvo lorry involved in the death of Tony Revere was also found murdered.’
    Carly felt a cold ripple of fear. The room seemed to be swaying and there was a sudden, terrible, intense silence. Then it seemed as if she wasn’t really inside her body any more, that she had left it behind and was drifting in a black, freezing, muted void. She tried to speak but nothing came out. The two officers drifted in and out of focus. Then her forehead was burning. The floor seemed to be rising beneath her, then sinking away, as if she was on a ship. She put her right hand on the arm of the sofa, to hold on.
    ‘I—’ she began. ‘I – I – I thought the reward that – that the mother – that the mother had put up – was for the identification of the van driver.’
    ‘It was,’ Bella Moy said.
    ‘So – so why would they be murdered?’ A vortex of fear was swirling inside her.
    ‘We don’t know, Mrs Chase,’ Glenn Branson replied. ‘This could just be an extraordinary coincidence. But the police have a duty of care. The inquiry team have made a threat assessment and we believe your life may be in danger.’
    This could not be happening, Carly thought. This was a sick joke. There was going to be a punchline. There was some kind of subtle entrapment going on. Her lawyer’s mind was kicking in. They’d come in order to scare her into some kind of confession about the accident.
    Then Glenn Branson said, ‘Mrs Chase, there is a range of things we can do to try to protect you. One of them would be to move you away from here to a safe place somewhere in the city. How would you feel about that?’
    She stared