DS Jessica Daniel series: Locked In/Vigilante/The Woman in Black - Books 1-3 (61 page)

‘Sorry?’

‘What Dave just said about me not talking about you, it’s not because I don’t like you. It’s just not the type of workplace for that . . .’

Adam smiled. ‘You told me to assume everything you said was a joke but when he makes a joke, you take it all seriously. It’s okay, I don’t mind.’

Jessica didn’t get much of an opportunity to feel embarrassed about her moment of insecurity before another familiar face came walking across to them. Carrie had dressed up for the
evening, wearing a short blue dress with matching heels. It was definitely a little over the top for the standard of the venue and she was getting plenty of sideways glances from the men. She
didn’t seem to notice and strolled over to the booth, making Jessica shuffle over so she could sit alongside them.

She initially ignored her friend, leaning right across her to shake hands with the man. ‘You must be Adam?’

‘Yeah, hi. Are you Carrie?’

‘Yeah, you all right? Pleased to meet you at last.’ She turned back to Jessica. ‘Where’s Dave?’

‘Gone for a wee and then he’s getting the drinks in.’

‘Ooh, that’s nice of him.’

‘He doesn’t know yet.’

Jessica turned to Adam, pointing backwards at Carrie. ‘Don’t mind her accent by the way. She’s not got some sort of debilitating brain injury or anything, she’s just from
Wales.’

‘Oi, cheeky,’ the constable chirped back.

Conversation flowed easily and, when Dave returned, Jessica told him he could get the drinks in for them all. Adam volunteered to help and, not long after, the four of them were sitting in the
booth as the quizmaster read the rules out over a crackly PA system.

‘We’re still waiting for someone,’ Dave said.

‘Who else is coming?’ Jessica asked.

‘You’ll see, a mate of yours. That should narrow it down to three or four.’ Adam was consistently laughing along with Rowlands’s jokes, which was partly pleasing for
Jessica as he was fitting in nicely, but somewhat annoying because at least two-thirds of the officer’s jokes were at her expense.

‘Are you all right by the way?’ Rowlands asked the other constable.

‘Yeah fine,’ Carrie replied.

‘Why, what’s up?’ Jessica asked.

Carrie started to say ‘nothing’ but Rowlands talked over her. ‘I saw Farraday having a go at her earlier near one of the holding rooms.’

Jessica looked from one of them to the other. ‘Why, what about?’

‘I don’t know,’ Rowlands said.

‘Carrie?’

‘Nothing really. It’s not important.’

Jessica wanted to push the issue but the quizmaster was starting the first round. As a clearly annoyed Carrie loudly shushed them so she could hear the opening question, Jessica remembered she
was well known in the station for being fiendishly competitive.

A couple of years earlier, officers based at Longsight had been part of a charity fun day. The station’s police had faced off against the local fire brigade in a sponsored sack race and
Carrie had been determined to win. Unfortunately for her, she had hopped a bit too excitedly over the finishing line and wiped out a thirteen-year-old boy who was waving a chequered flag. The poor
lad had spent the rest of his summer holiday with a broken leg and she had picked up the unfortunate nickname ‘Terminator’. It wasn’t used quite so often now but every now and
then someone, usually Rowlands, would remind her.

Jessica had a silent giggle to herself remembering the tangled heap of young teenager, chequered flag, old sack and fully grown woman.

The quizmaster’s voice told them the first round was ‘geography’ as an audible groan rippled around the room before he asked the first question. ‘What’s the capital
of Latvia?’

The three officers looked blankly at each other, as Adam leant in closer to Carrie to whisper: ‘It’s Riga’.

He also knew the answer to the two questions that followed and they all knew the fiftieth American state. After two rounds of results, they were joint first, mainly due to Adam. The quizmaster
stopped for the first drinks break and Adam went to the toilet as the two girls sent Rowlands back to the bar. They had at least given him some money the second time around.

As soon as they had the booth to themselves, Carrie leant in close to Jessica and smiled broadly. ‘He’s nice.’

‘Adam?’

‘Of course Adam, I’m not going to be talking about Dave, am I?’

‘He’s all right.’

‘He can take me out if you’re being picky.’

‘I thought you had a bloke?’

‘I did, well maybe still do. I don’t know really.’

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘Not now. Let’s go out later in the week though? Or come over to mine? I’ll tell you all about it then, promise.’

‘Okay. Are you all right? You look a little flushed.’

‘It’s just the alcohol. I’ve not eaten today.’

Jessica looked up and saw the final person Dave must have been referring to. She tried not to grin but couldn’t stop herself. ‘Hugo? I didn’t know you were coming.’

‘Hugo’ was the stage name of a part-time magician she had met through Rowlands the previous year. His real name was Francis and his interest in taxidermy meant his flat was occupied
by numerous stuffed animals. She had steadfastly refused to admit he actually helped her on a case but he had made things a bit clearer. From her previous experience, she knew he hugged everyone he
met and, as he leant in, she didn’t refuse. He then hugged a bemused Carrie, then Adam, then Rowlands. The five of them squeezed into the booth together with Hugo on one end, then Dave, Adam,
Jessica and Carrie.

Hugo was wearing a pair of shorts, despite it being pretty cold outside, with a dark T-shirt and a full tuxedo jacket with tails. He was very thin with longish brown hair and, as with the last
time Jessica had met him, he was also wearing shoes that didn’t match.

Rowlands explained to the rest of the table that he knew Hugo from university and asked his friend if he had any new tricks. Hugo smiled dreamily and said he’d spent much of the last three
weeks meditating but did pull a stuffed mouse out of his pocket to show them. Jessica thought he was a very peculiar man.

The interference squeak came over the speakers again as the quizmaster began talking. The next round was quotations. ‘Question twenty-one,’ the quizmaster said. ‘Who said;
“Let them eat cake”?’

Dave leant in and whispered loudly, ‘Kipling.’

Jessica’s eruption of laughter was instant. Carrie didn’t know what was so funny and Rowlands clearly wasn’t sure either. Hugo was in a world of his own but Adam’s smile
told Jessica that he knew what she was laughing at.

Jones had already written a K on the answer sheet and that made Jessica laugh even more. She thought she’d got over the giggles but the quizmaster repeated the question, which set her off
again. Jones was getting annoyed because she clearly wanted to win, while the penny had dropped for Rowlands that he was wrong.

Finally Jessica managed to stop herself. ‘Kipling’s the guy who makes the cakes, you dick. It’s Marie Antoinette.’

Adam nodded to indicate the answer was correct and Jessica was really enjoying herself. Hugo began to join in and got a few correct but Adam’s knowledge didn’t extend to
‘sport’ or ‘the animal kingdom’. Carrie caused a mini scene by shouting at a man for using his phone during the quiz. He insisted he was just texting his girlfriend but she
was having none of it. Rowlands calmed the situation by telling the guy not to mess with the ‘Terminator’, which quietened them both.

In the second drinks break, Hugo finally relented in the face of Dave’s pestering, taking a deck of cards from his jacket pocket and handed them to Carrie. He told each of them to choose a
card then put them back in the pack while he went to the bar.

When he returned, he took the deck back and worked his way through each person, predicting which card they had opted for.

He got every guess wrong.

Sheepishly, he put the cards into his jacket pocket and went back to playing with a yo-yo he had taken out of another pocket. Carrie looked at Jessica as if to ask, ‘Is he for real?’
but Jessica didn’t know any better than her friend did.

The next round of the quiz had started when one of the bar staff shouted out, ‘Hang on a minute, who’s playing silly beggars here?’

Everyone looked around to see what the noise was about except for Hugo. Jessica could see the cash register was open and the barman was standing next to it holding four playing cards in the air.
‘Who put these in the till?’ he asked loudly.

Hugo didn’t react but the other four people around the table stared at him. Jessica stood and walked over to the bar. ‘Can I see them, mate?’

‘It’s not you, is it?’

‘I’ve not even got up until now.’

The man handed over the cards and Jessica could see they were the exact four they had picked out from Adam’s deck moments earlier. ‘Can I have them?’ she asked.

‘Whatever, just stop pissing around.’

Jessica went back to the booth and put the cards down one by one on the table in front of them. Carrie gave a small squeal as the final one came down.

‘How did you do it?’ she asked.

Dave cut across her. ‘He can’t tell you that.’ He then looked at Hugo. ‘It was quality though, mate, completely effulgent. How
did
you do it?’

Hugo smiled, picking up the cards, pocketing them, and returning to his yo-yo. Jessica looked at her colleague. ‘Effulgent?’

‘What about it?’ Dave said.

‘You’ve been using the calendar I got you,’ Hugo said out of the blue.

‘Calendar?’ Jessica repeated.

Rowlands tried to shush his friend but Hugo explained. ‘I got him a word-a-day calendar as an early birthday present.’

Jessica looked at Dave with a big smile, glad she had figured out what had been going on. She had no idea why Hugo would have given him a calendar in September as a present when the
constable’s birthday was actually in November but decided that was a question for another day.

After another round about ‘the British Isles’, their team had dropped back into second place. Carrie was trying not to be overtly angry and Dave wasn’t saying anything unless
he was sure of the answer.

The next round was literature and Jessica exploded into laughter again when the first question was, ‘Who wrote
The Jungle Book
?’ She pointed at Dave and said far too loudly:
‘This one’s bloody Kipling.’

Carrie shushed her, looking around to see if anyone had overheard.

As the final drinks break arrived, Jones went to the toilets. When she returned, she was looking a little redder than before, carrying her mobile phone in her hand. ‘Are you okay?’
Jessica asked.

‘I’m going to get off. I don’t think we’re going to win anyway and I’m not feeling too great.’

‘Do you want me to come with you?’

‘God no, you stay here with Adam.’

Hugo must have heard because he stood up and gave Jones another huge hug. ‘’Bye, Carrie,’ he said. ‘It’s been really nice meeting you.’

‘Um, you too.’

She also made Adam stand up, so she could hug him and then cuddled Jessica. ‘Today was brilliant,’ she said. ‘I’m so pleased it was you who sorted things out.’

‘Thanks. It means a lot.’

Dave stood up and held his arms out but Jones blew a raspberry at him. ‘You can sod off, Mr Kipling.’

‘Look who’s talking, sheep-shagger.’

Jones wiggled her little finger at him and winked. ‘That’s what I’ve heard.’

Dave looked down at his crotch then back up to see Carrie walking away from him. ‘Who told you that?’ he shouted after her then, much more quietly as he sat down, ‘It’s
not true, you know. Even if it was, it’s all about technique anyway.’

Before the final music round, the quizmaster gave out the scores that had them tied in second place but well behind the leaders. A group of four pot-bellied men who were sitting around a table
loaded with empty pint glasses waved their arms about excitedly and Jessica guessed they were the team out in front.

Without Carrie to bully them into silence, some of the fun had definitely been lost. Hugo, who had been relatively quiet throughout the evening, seemed to know far more about recent music than
any of them. Adam was good on the rock tracks and Jessica had the Eighties nailed. Her biggest problem, as before, was not shouting out the answers. Adam had taken over the pen duties and even he
gave her a mildly annoyed look as she called out ‘Bros’ far too loudly as one of the answers. He quickly turned his look into a smile though.

With all the scores in, it turned out they had finished third. The team in first place got two free drinks each, while the ones in second got a single drink apiece.

Jessica’s team ended with nothing. ‘Good job Carrie’s gone,’ Dave said. ‘She wouldn’t have been happy with third. She’d have probably tried to break our
legs like that kid.’

The quizmaster announced that they were going to do karaoke until closing time and Jessica pulled a face. ‘What’s up, moody bum?’ Dave asked.

‘Karaoke’s for idiots.’

‘You’re not getting up then?’

‘No chance. Why, you’re not having a go, are you?’

‘Hell yes, that’s why I come.’

‘What do you sing?’

‘Robbie Williams, “Angels”. Pitch perfect.’

‘Piss off, is it.’

The first person had started singing. Jessica recognised the opening bars of Elvis’s ‘Burning Love’. It was one of her dad’s favourite tunes and something she could
remember dancing around to as a child without having a clue what the song was about.

‘Hang on a minute, where’s Hugo?’ Rowlands said. Just when she thought she couldn’t laugh any more for the evening, Jessica was off again. Hugo was stood on the bar,
microphone in hand singing along with the karaoke. He was doing all the Elvis moves and getting every word right despite not being anywhere near the screen with the lyrics.

‘What’s he doing?’ Rowlands asked. The servers didn’t seem too pleased as Hugo danced in between people’s drinks, conducted the crowd for the chorus and then ended
with a big jump off the bar.

Jessica didn’t think she’d ever stop laughing. Within moments of the song ending, Hugo was sitting back in their booth playing with his yo-yo as if nothing had happened.