While Bradfield was still on the phone to Mr Collins, Jane took him his coffee. She could see that he had now opened the envelope containing her typed reports and had them laid out in front of him. She was about to turn and leave when he held his hand up, palm facing her, to indicate that she was to stay put. A few seconds later he ended the call with Mr Collins.
‘Good work with the Jaguar enquiries, but I would prefer to be told about this sort of information prior to an office meeting.’
‘Sorry, sir, I thought you wanted me to leave the reports in an envelope for you.’
‘As you can see I am very busy and have a pile of paperwork, case files and envelopes on my desk. If something is important I need you to communicate it to me verbally as well.’
‘Yes, sir,’ Jane said, feeling he was blaming her for not reading the reports himself. She turned to leave.
‘I haven’t finished,’ he said, and held up the report concerning the flying squad arrest of the Italian and the recovery of the Jag. ‘If WPC Morgan forgot to relay this information to me, why did you type up the report?’
Jane paused, unsure how best to answer his question, but Bradfield didn’t wait for an answer and she felt her stomach churn in anticipation of an angry outburst from him.
‘As I thought… you both lied. However, loyalty to your colleagues is what the CID is all about, but don’t let it happen again. Now go and get on with your work.’
‘Yes, sir, thank you.’
‘One more thing, come here.’
She hesitated and edged closer to his desk. He sniffed, leaning further towards her.
‘You smell of Dettol.’
‘I’m sorry, sir, I still haven’t got my jacket and skirt dry-cleaned from when I was on the floor at the mortuary and-’
‘All right, all right – go on, get back to work.’
Jane went to the incident room and told Kath what Bradfield had just said to her about them covering for each other. They both smiled cheekily, realizing they had been lucky to get away with it. Kath remarked that maybe he had a lighter side to him, and Jane replied that next time it was just best they told the truth and took the flak for their mistakes.
As they sat going over what they had to do, and who would do what, Sergeant Harris walked in with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. He announced that two of his uniform officers had been doing the murder squad’s job for them while they sat and drank coffee. Kath asked what he meant and Harris replied that Eddie Phillips had been seen wandering aimlessly on the Pembridge Estate, and having been arrested by his officers was now in a cell downstairs.
Kath suggested that Jane go and give Bradfield the good news, but she hesitated.
‘What’s up?’
‘Do I smell of Dettol?’
‘Yeah, I noticed it, why?’
‘I must be getting used to it – my jacket and skirt need dry-cleaning.’
Kath went to her bag, took out a perfume spray, and before Jane could refuse gave her a few squirts. It was an expensive perfume she always wore herself.
‘There you go. It’s called Ambush, Goddess of Fragrance.’
Jane was about to go to Bradfield’s office when DS Gibbs walked in and sniffed.
‘Bloody hell, smells like somebody shat in a pine forest in here.’
‘Piss off,’ Kath mumbled under her breath.
‘What did you say, Morgan?’ Gibbs said with a glare, wondering if she was being insubordinate.
‘It’s off.’
‘What’s off?’
‘The search for Eddie Phillips. He’s been nicked and is in the cells downstairs-’
Gibbs was out of the office to tell Bradfield the good news before she could even finish the sentence.
Jane couldn’t believe how much Kath had pushed her luck, but was pleased not to have to see Bradfield when she was reeking of Kath’s perfume.
As soon as Bradfield heard they had arrested Eddie Phillips, he went down to the cells with DS Gibbs to get him out for an interview. True to his word he took down a bottle of whisky for each of the arresting officers from the crate stashed in his office.
Eddie was asleep on the thin mattress when Bradfield threw open the cell door and kicked his feet to wake him, but he just lay there moaning like a belligerent child who didn’t want to get out of bed. Gibbs grabbed Eddie by the scruff of his neck and dragged him off the mattress. He was like a rag doll and it didn’t take long to realize Eddie was still stoned and could hardly string two words together, never mind stand upright. Bradfield got straight to the point and asked him who Julie Ann had phoned from the doctor’s office while he kept lookout. Eddie mumbled something about the police harassing his grandmother and picking on him. Bradfield told him he hadn’t even started yet and instructed one of the uniform officers who’d arrested Eddie to ply him with coffee for the next two hours in order to wake him up so that he could be interviewed.
