‘I am aware bits of the tape are not that clear, but I have listened to it over and over and have typed up what was said for you. Admittedly they never mention the word “bank”, or for that matter “robbery”, but look at the times these men are working – never in the day, always through the night, and then there’s the banging sound which could be digging. “Eagle” I presume is surveying the place they are working from, and why so anxious when the policeman turned up outside the café? I am correct in my suspicions, aren’t I?’
Jane closed her notebook and thought about how best to phrase her reply, as from what she’d heard she couldn’t agree with him entirely.
‘You may well be right, Mr Brennan, but I need to report this to the CID as it is something I as a WPC would not be allowed to investigate further. I’d like to take the tape and your notes of the conversation back to the station-’
He interrupted. ‘I suggest, WPC Tennison, you do just that as I believe these men are committing a robbery, and you may already be too late to stop them.’
Ashley promptly placed the tape and notes in a large envelope which already had his name and address on it. He licked and sealed the flap and then signed his name, the date and time across the seal. He heaved himself out of the chair, his balloon-shaped body wobbled and even the exertion of standing brought him out in a sweat. As he handed over the envelope Jane thanked him and shook his hand, apologizing if he felt they had not taken his initial phone call seriously. She assured him everything would now be passed on to a high-ranking CID officer.
‘Good, I’ll wait to hear of any developments and continue to monitor the situation on the AR88, but I lost contact last time so I may not be able to report any further conversations. My mother will show you out now.’
He tottered to stand beside his desk and pressed a buzzer, which made a shrill ringing sound, and then he eased himself back into his chair.
‘Can I ask, Mr Brennan, are you a radio ham yourself?’
He glared at her. ‘I most certainly am not. I only receive signals and never transmit. The microphone came with the equipment and is now purely for decoration purposes.’
Jane smiled. She knew he was lying and probably didn’t have an operator’s licence, but liked to listen to pirate radio just as she did. He had done the right thing by calling the police so she didn’t press the matter any further.
Jane let herself out of his stiflingly hot room and saw Mrs Brennan standing in the hallway.
‘I’m a bit deaf and my hearing aid’s always playing up so he rings that bell when he needs me,’ she said in a raised voice.
‘Ashley could maybe fix it for you.’
‘What did you say, my dear?’
‘Never mind,’ Jane said, and noticed the numerous boxes of groceries in the hallway. From one glance she knew the pancake mixes, cakes and buns were destined for the woman’s son.
‘He never leaves the flat. If we had a lift it might help. I have a little invalid car the NHS gave me to get about in, but it’s only three wheels and one seat so I can’t take him out in that. Our rabbi comes to see him when he can, but he’s got a bad hip and can’t manage all those stairs.’
Jane thanked her and skirting round the groceries left the flat. Walking back to the bus stop she wondered if Ashley could be right about a possible bank robbery, but doubted that the men would actually discuss it on the radio. Still, she’d have to report it to Bradfield now, although given the vagueness of the information, she didn’t look forward to telling him.
The station was busy on her return at 10 a.m. as all the CID, desk officers and station clerical staff were in. It was time for her allocated refreshment break and during it Jane decided she would finish writing up her notes and then speak with DCI Bradfield. As chance would have it she’d just finished her porridge when he walked into the canteen looking the worse for wear after a heavy night celebrating.
As Bradfield approached Jane blushed slightly remembering her thoughts about him the night before.
‘We got him! Kenneth Boyle made a full confession to Julie Ann Collins’ murder and has been remanded in custody by the Magistrates’ Court to await trial, which will probably be in at least eighteen months’ time.’ Bradfield was jubilant and Jane didn’t tell him she’d already spoken with Kath.
‘That’s great, sir. How have Mr and Mrs Collins taken the news?’
‘They’re both distraught, but relieved they know what happened. The sad thing is that Mr Collins still blames himself for their daughter’s death.’
Thinking she’d take advantage of Bradfield’s good mood, Jane asked if she could have a word with him about another matter, which she was concerned about. He sighed and checked his watch.
She briefly recounted her conversation with Ashley Brennan and explained that, although he was a bit of an eccentric radio nerd, she felt there might be a robbery occurring, or about to happen.
He yawned. ‘Where?’
