“I apologize,” said Banks. “Why did you have dinner with Chief Constable Riddle?”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“I already have.”

Clough seemed surprised at that, but he soon regained his composure. “We talked about his daughter. And if he told you anything different, then he’s a liar.”

“How did you feel when Emily left you?”

“Come again?”

“You heard what I said.”

“Feel? I didn’t feel anything, really. Why would I? I mean she was only-”

“Some bimbo you used to fuck? Yes, yes, so you said before. No need to keep on repeating yourself. But you don’t like your bimbos to run out on you, do you? You prefer to give them the boot yourself.”

“That’s exactly what happened. She’d served her purpose. It was time to move on. She didn’t get the message, so I had to help her along a bit.”

“By trying to toss her into bed with Andrew Handley?”

“Andy Pandy? What’s he got to do with this?”

“You do admit to knowing him, then?”

“He works for me from time to time.”

“Not anymore, Barry. He’s dead.”

“What? Andy? Dead? I don’t believe it.”

“He was found shot to death near Exmoor. Know anything about that?”

“Of course I don’t. It’s…”

“Sad?”

“Yeah. Andy was all right.”

“Is that why you pushed Emily into a room with him?”

“I did no such thing. I’ve told you before. If she went into a room with Andy, she went on her own accord.”

“Sure he didn’t get tired of taking your leftovers and decide to strike out for himself?”

“Look, Chief Inspector, my client has answered all these questions before. Unless there’s anything new-”

“Gregory Manners,” said Banks.

“Who?” said Clough.

“Gregory Manners. He ran the PKF operation for you at Daleview. Remember, I told you. Their van got hijacked on the way to a new location, and the night watchman at Daleview was murdered. Oddly enough, it was the same MO as the Andrew Handley murder.”

“I vaguely remember you going on about that when you came to the house with that other copper. I didn’t understand why then, and I don’t now.”

“Right. So what about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Barry. We found Gregory Manners’s fingerprints on a whole stack of bootlegged games and software. That’s what you were doing at PKF. A big operation. you had multidisc copying machines, and they were in that van. Andy Pandy wanted to break away, didn’t he, go into business by himself? So he hatched a plot with the night watchman at Daleview. Charlie Courage had already figured out there was something dodgy going on at PKF – Charlie had a nose for that sort of thing – and you were paying him off. Then Andy comes along with a better offer. They arrange it to look like a hijack, but your lads pick up Gregory Manners first, and he tells you he thought there was something fishy going on between Charlie and Andy Pandy. Then you pick up Charlie, and he tells all. So they kill Charlie, and then they kill Andy Pandy. Isn’t that how it went?”

Clough turned his head slowly to Gallagher and raised his eyebrows. “Am I missing something, Simon?” he said. “I am Barry Clough, aren’t I? Mr. Banks here seems to have me confused with some criminal named Gregory Manners.”

Gallagher stood up. “Chief Inspector, you’ve got an active imagination, I’ll say that. But you can’t corroborate any of this. You haven’t a single shred of evidence connecting my client to either of these men.”

“Mr. Manners is still helping us with our inquiries,” Banks lied. “We have every reason to believe he’ll tell us what he knows when he realizes the full extent of the charges that might be brought against him.”

Clough gave Banks a stony gaze. “So what?” he said.

“What about Andrew Handley?” Banks said to Gallagher. “Your client has already admitted to knowing him.”

“But that doesn’t mean he had anything to do with Mr. Handley’s unfortunate demise.”

“‘Unfortunate demise?’” Banks repeated. “Andrew Handley’s upper body was shredded by a close-range shotgun wound. I’d hardly call that an unfortunate fucking demise.”

“Unfortunate turn of phrase,” muttered Gallagher. “And there’s no need to swear at me.”

“We’re all adults here, aren’t we? And I’m hardly the first.”

“There’s a lady present,” said Clough, grinning at Annie.

“Fuck you,” said Annie.

Gallagher waved his hands in the air. “All right, all right, ladies and gentlemen. Can we all just calm down a minute and get back on track? If there is a track.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gallagher,” said Banks. “I believe we were talking about Andrew Handley.”

“All right,” said Clough. “Yes. I knew him. He worked for me sometimes.”

“Doing what?”

“Managing things. I delegate a lot.”

Banks laughed out loud.

“Chief Inspector!”

“Sorry. Couldn’t help it. Delegate. Right. Would you say the two of you were friends?”

“Not really. We might have a drink together every now and then, talk about business, but other than that, no. I don’t know what he got up to.”

“Nor he you?”

“Suppose not.”

“Do you own a shotgun, Barry?”

“Do I look like a fucking farmer?”

“You certainly have plenty of guns at your London house.”

“They’re all deactivated and all legal. I’m a collector.”

“So you don’t own a shotgun?”

“I’ve already told you.”

“No, you haven’t. You didn’t answer my question. Do you own a shotgun?”

“No.”

Banks paused a moment. “Then what did you use for shooting grouse at Scarlea? A peashooter?”

Gallagher put his head in his hands.

“They have guns available to their guests. For rental.”

“Oh, come off it, Barry. Do you expect me to believe that a keen regular grouse shooter like you doesn’t own a shotgun? I find that difficult.”

“Believe what you want.”

“We can check.”

“Okay, okay. So maybe I own a shotgun.”

“Then why didn’t you say so?”

“Because the way things are going it looks as if you’re trying to pin a fucking murder on me and my fucking lawyer is-”

“Barry!” said Gallagher. “shut up. Just shut up. Okay? Let me take care of it.”

“Lying just makes it worse,” said Banks. He tipped Annie the nod and she officially terminated the taped interview.

“What’s going on?” Clough asked. “Can I go now?”

“Afraid not, Barry,” said Banks. “We’ll be issuing a warrant for your shotgun to be examined by forensic experts in the murders of Andrew Handley and Charles Courage.”

Clough smiled. “Go ahead. If I did have anything to do with those murders, which I didn’t, do you think I’d be stupid enough to use my own shotgun and leave it lying around the house?”

Banks smiled back. “Probably not,” he said. “But it doesn’t really matter. At least a forensic examination will settle things one way or another, won’t it? We’re also looking into some tire tracks found at the murder scenes. In the meantime you can sample some of our legendary northern hospitality.”

“You mean I can’t go?”

Banks shook his head.

“Simon?”

“Your lawyer will tell you we can detain you for twenty-four hours, Barry. Any period of time after that has to be okayed by a more senior officer than me. But if you think that’s likely to be a problem, remember that Emily Riddle was our chief constable’s daughter, you know.”

“He can’t do this, can he, Simon?”

“I’m afraid he can,” said Gallagher, staring at Banks. “But any detention longer than twenty-four hours will come under very severe scrutiny, I can assure you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better cancel my appointment.”

Banks opened the door and asked the uniformed officers to escort Clough to the custody suite in the station’s basement. “You’ll be well taken care of, Barry,” Banks said. “Soon be lunchtime. Beefburger and chips, I think it is today. Sorry there’s no Château Margeaux to accompany it. You might be able to get a mug of tea. Careful you don’t crease your Paul Smith.”