Looking Good Dead

move around, constantly, if they want to get promotion. Like me. Birmingham’s my home, but I’ve spent just three years in my whole career in Brum. I’ve been all over the place – Northumberland, Ipswich, Bristol, Southampton. It’s different to your dad’s day. He spent all his career with the force in Brighton, didn’t he?’
    ‘If you include Worthing as well.’
    She gave a thin smile. Worthing was only a few miles down the coast. Then her demeanour hardened again. ‘Your father was a well-loved and respected man, so I am told. But it doesn’t seem to many people that you are your father’s son.’
    She left the words hanging in the air. Roy felt them like a sting in his heart. It was as if he had been lanced and his energy was now leaking out. He stared back at her, confused and suddenly feeling very vulnerable indeed. ‘I – I know I have my critics,’ he said, and he was aware, too late, how lame that sounded.
    She shook her head, then this time pulled her wedding band right off, holding it out in front of her, as if symbolizing that nothing was permanent, that she could flick him out of her life as easily as she could flick the gold band into a bin. ‘It’s not your critics I’m worried about, Roy. The Chief is worried about the damage you’ve done to Sussex Police. You nearly caused a mistrial a couple of weeks ago by taking a piece of evidence to a medium – and you got splashed all over the nation’s headlines as a result, making you and us a laughing stock. You’ve lost a lot of respect among colleagues for dabbling in the supernatural. Then you allowed two suspects to get killed during a pursuit.’
    Grace tried to interrupt, thinking she was being totally unreasonable, but she raised a hand, blocking him.
    ‘Now we’re forty-eight hours into a murder enquiry, you can’t namethe victim, you don’t have a suspect; all you have is the life history of a damned beetle found at the scene.’
    Now he was getting angry. ‘I’m sorry; this is just not fair, and you know it.’
    ‘This is not about what’s fair, Roy; this is about the police being seen to be competent, protecting the public.’
    ‘Those two who died in the car – they were guilty as hell, and they were dangerous. They’d driven through roadblocks, they hijacked two cars, they knocked an officer off his motorcycle. Would you rather we had just let them go?’ He shook his head in exasperation.
    ‘What I’m saying to you, Roy, is that it might be better to move you to an area where you aren’t known. Up north somewhere, perhaps. Somewhere busy that can use your skills. Somewhere like Newcastle. I’ve been asked by one of my colleagues there for the services of an experienced SIO for a sensitive investigation that could take several months, maybe a year. And I think you are the right person for that.’
    ‘You’ve got to be joking. This is my home. I don’t want to be transferred anywhere. I’m not even sure I’d want to stay in the force if that happened.’
    ‘Then pull yourself together and make sure it doesn’t. I’m drafting in another officer to share your cold-case workload as I don’t think you are making as much progress there as you should. He’s a former Detective Inspector from the Met, and we’ve promoted him to the same rank as you.’
    ‘Do I know him?’
    ‘His name is Cassian Pewe.’
    Grace thought for a moment, then groaned inwardly. Detective Inspector Cassian Pewe , now to be Detective Superintendent Cassian Pewe . Grace had had a run-in with him a couple of years ago, when the Met had sent in reinforcements to help police Brighton during the Labour Party conference. He remembered him as deeply arrogant. ‘He’s coming here?’
    ‘He starts on Monday. He’ll be working out of an office here. Do you have a problem with that?’
    Yes , he wanted to say, his brain spinning. Of course, teacher’s pet. Where else would she station him? Here was perfect, so that she andPewe could have regular cosy chats – about how and where to undermine pain-in-the-arse Roy Grace.
    But he had no choice but to say, ‘No.’
    ‘Your card is marked, Roy. OK?’
    He felt so choked he could only nod his reply. Then his phone rang. She signalled for him to answer it.
    He stepped away from her desk and looked at the display. It was from the Major Incident Suite. ‘Roy Grace,’ he answered.
    It was DC Nicholl, calling him excitedly to tell him they had heard back from the lab at Huntingdon. They