Kirkton, an industrial suburb of Leeds, was ALBAâs home base. Here the company had begun and grown, developing into a large rambling complex which Batty (once the truce had been struck the previous night) had described as a security nightmare. âAs I explained to your chap who came out when we had that first lot of bother in the summer, Pascoe his name was I think, seemed a very decent kind of fellowâ â his faintly surprised tone had not passed unremarked â âthe reason we decided to move our research labs was because they were far too vulnerable at HQ. Chap from some animal mag just strolled right in and started taking pictures. Bloody cheek! So we decided to move out here, lock, stock, and barrel. It had been used as a hospital or clinic or something for years, so that was a step in the right direction and it meant we could give the impression that all the refurbishment and extension work had something to do with resuming its old function.â
âOh aye,â Dalziel had interrupted. âWith no one knowing what was going off but a few lawyers, and all the contractors, and your own staff members and every bugger living in a radius of ten miles, I can see how you mightâve hoped to keep it quiet.â
âPut like that it does sound a touch optimistic,â laughed Batty. âBut we left a token presence in the Kirkton labs to fool the activistsâ spies, and for nearly four years it seemed to work. Must have lulled us, I suppose. Then bang! Suddenly last summer the loonies got in and really made a mess of things. Thatâs when I realized that being remote and isolated was an advantage only till they winkled you out. Moving again clearly wasnât a solution. So we got a new security company in and gave them the brief to make us secure. The results you have seen.â
He had spoken complacently. Dalziel had kept his own thoughts about those results to himself. No point in rowing with a fellow who had a half-full bottle of Glenmorangie at his elbow.
It had been empty by the time he left, but heâd noticed an unopened one in the cabinet Batty had taken his glass from. The memory rose before him now like a vision of the Holy Grail. He coughed he hoped thirstily and said, âNow youâve had a chance to clear up, did that lot last night do much damage when they ran loose inside?â
âNot a lot and mainly superficial,â said Batty. âBut itâs good of you to be concerned.â
All this gratitude undiluted by a dram was beginning to grate a bit. Wield had entered the lab. He caught Dalzielâs eye and gave a minute shake of his head to indicate he wanted a word but it wasnât desperate.
Dalziel said, âWhat Iâm really concerned about is making sure these arenât the same lot who were running riot in the summer.â
âOh thatâs all behind us now,â said Batty dismissively. âWe learnt our lesson. Letâs stick with the present, shall we?â
âMight be behind you,â said Dalziel magisterially. âNot behind the family of that poor sod who got himself killed up at Redcar. Fraser Greenleaf. Same line of business as you only a lot bigger. Iâd have thought youâd have heard of them.â
For a second Batty allowed himself to look irritated, then his face assumed a solemn air and he said, âOf course. I wasnât thinking. But do you really believe there might be a connection with these people?â
âCanât ignore the possibility, sir.â
âOf course not. Good lord. Women. Whatâs the world coming to?â
âWeâre a long way from proving a connection,â said Dalziel. âWhat about you? Made up your mind about prosecuting yet?â
Batty smiled and shrugged.
âLike I said, not up to me. Head office decision. I know what Iâd do, but Iâm just a poor scientist.â
Who also, if Wield was right, happened to be a member of ALBAâs ruling family. Which probably meant they werenât going to prosecute, but Batty wanted to distance himself from a decision heâd opposed.
Sharp bugger this, thought Dalziel. But not sharp enough to see there was a man dying of thirst in front of him!
Wield meanwhile was taking a tour round the lab, looking at the caged animals with a distaste not even his rugose features could disguise.
He watched as a radiantly beautiful young woman in a radiantly white lab coat picked up a tiny monkey which threw its arms round her neck in a baby-like need for reassurance. Expertly she disengaged it, turned it over and plunged a hypodermic into the base of its spine.
âOuch,â said Wield. âDoesnât that hurt?â
âDone properly, the animal hardly feels it,â she reassured him.
He glanced at her security badge which told him he was speaking to Jane Ambler. Research Assistant.
âNo, Jane,â he said amiably. âIt was you I meant.â
She regarded him dispassionately and said, âOh dear. Perhaps before you come on so judgmental, you should talk to someone with rheumatoid arthritis.â
âOK,â said Wield.
He stooped to the cage, pushed his finger through the mesh and made soothing guttural noises to the tiny beast. Then he straightened up.
âHeâs against it,â he said.
He found he was talking to Dalziel.
âWhen youâre done feeding the animals, sergeant, mebbe we can have a word.â
The Fat Man led the way through the reception area where the receptionist was still sulking. He gave her a big smile and nodded at Howard whoâd snapped to attention.
Outside Wield said, âThat TecSec man, donât I know him?â
Dalziel, used to being upstaged by his sergeantâs encyclopaedic knowledge of the dustiest corners of Mid-Yorkshire, was not displeased to be able to reply negligently, âOh aye. But not the way youâre thinking. He were one of ours, uniformed out at Dartleby till he took early retirement and got himself privatized. Thinking of following suit, lad?â
âNot more than once a day, sir. Howard. Oh yes. Jimmy Howard. Didnât so much take retirement as had it force-fed, if I remember right.â
Dalziel, who took too much pride in Wieldâs internet mind to be a bad loser, said, âYou usually do. So fill me in.â
âThere was talk he was on the take, but before it got anywhere, he were picked up driving over the limit. Got himself a soft quack who gave him a note saying job stress, and no one stood in his way when he went for medical retirement with pension afore the case came up and he got kicked out without.â
âAnd the other? Being on the take?â
âWell, nowt was proved. But heâs a hard-betting man and those who saw him at the races reckoned he couldnât be losing that much on a constableâs take-home. Makes you wonder, donât it?â
âWonder what, Wieldy?â
âDid TecSec not know about him? Or did they know and take him on despite? Or did they know and take him on because?â
Dalziel shook his head admiringly.
âThatâs a really nasty mind youâve got there, Wieldy. Any reason other than natural prejudice?â
âIt was you who said private security companies are guilty till proven innocent, sir,â said Wield reproachfully. âIâve not seen much of this lot, but thereâs something about them doesnât sit right.â
Dalziel regarded him thoughtfully. A Wield uneasiness was not something to be dismissed lightly.
âAll right,â he said. âTake a closer look. Let on itâs these animal libbers weâre interested in, how they acted when they got into the building last night. Which we are.â
âRight, sir. But it doesnât sound to me like ALBA will be prosecuting.â
âBig ears youâve got. Listen, lad. No one tells me when to stop looking. And Iâll keep this ANIMA bunch in view till Iâm completely satisfied thereâs no link with Redcar.â
âYou donât really think there could be a connection, sir?â said Wield dubiously. âI mean from whatâs known about this lot, theyâre at the soft end of the movement.â
âFirst rule of this job is, take nowt on trust,â said the Fat Man sternly. âKeep your eye on the ball and youâll not buy any dummies.â
This struck Wield as a bit rich when he recalled from Dalzielâs complaint last night at not having been warned of the gender of the protesters that the main thing he seemed to have kept his eye on, and which he mentioned at least three times in the sergeantâs mitigation, was Amanda Marvellâs knockers.