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'We can't stop here。'
Keith was relieved to hear Kirsten speak fairly normally； keeping her face turned away from the windscreen； pushing herself back into the seat。
'At the moment we can't do much else。' he answered。 He remembered that the rear doors of the van were not locked but it did not really matter； no snake would be capable of turning the handle； and； in any case； the lock only functioned from the outside。 Don't think about it。 'We'll just have to be patient。 Somebody is bound to find us soon。'
He did not add that it was unlikely to be before morning。 The searchers had called off the hunt for today； it would be seven o'clock before they remenced。 He and Kirsten were almost certainly there for the night。
It was going to be a long one。
Chapter 12
PC KEN AYLOTT stared around the small room that for the past two years had been his office。 It bore little resemblance to the neatly arranged room that had contained only a week ago two filing cabinets； a desk with some wire trays on it； telephone； a notice…board with warnings about such relatively harmless creatures as Colorado beetles pinned on it。 Dull and boring but at least it had been his。 Whatever his resentment about this out…of…the…way posting； he had had the small consolation of knowing that this was his pad and he was the boss。 Now； within the space of a few days； all that had been taken from him。
The office was a shambles； piles of untidily heaped papers that would in all probability never be sorted and filed； a mountain of rubber boots in the corner； discarded clothing。 If he had been in charge of operations the place would never have been allowed to get into this state。 Damn it； he had been relegated to the status of office boy。 Stop here and answer the phone； Aylott； radio us if anything important crops up。 Your job is to hold the fort。 The super made it sound important； like telling a child he was responsible for picking up his scattered toys； do your best and we'll check it over when we get back。 You're not getting the chance to skive on outside operations。 Not that Aylott particularly wanted to be out there with every chance of a rattler jumping at you out of the undergrowth。
Shirley； his wife； was asleep in the police house adjoining the official office block。 She didn't seem to be able to grasp that Stainforth was a dead…end job； said quite calmly that she would be happy to stay here for the rest of her life； buy one of those semis in the village after Ken retired in another fifteen years。 Fifteen years； Jesus wept！ Ken Aylott could weep if he stopped to think about it too long。
Of course； it was the Raglan case that was the sole reason for his posting to Stainforth； A balls…up； the classical clanger that a copper on a Manchester beat should not have dropped。 He'd picked up Raglan； the man who had mitted a dozen horrific sex murders and questioned him。 He should have held the bastard； but at the time the man's story seemed genuine enough。 The policeman had fallen for a false name and address and a volume of lies thrown in； a few scribblings in his notebook that he had not thought worth the paperwork so he'd let it go at that； and Raglan too。 Three months and six corpses later the CID had nailed Raglan and everything came out。 You could have saved us millions of pounds and six lives as well； copper； if you had done your job properly on the night of 10 January。 Every rookie makes a mistake； some bigger than others。 This will go against you。
'It wasn't your fault；〃 Shirley had said。 She had stuck by him as she invariably did in everything。 'They can't blame you； you weren't to know。'
Kick PC Aylott's arse。 Hard。 If it hadn't been for an acute shortage of manpower due to the police mitment on manning picket lines Ken might well have had his arse kicked even harder； right out of the Force。 He spent weeks away from home in the daily turmoil of shoving； yelling crowds； had a week in hospital when he was unfortunate enough to have a half…brick land on his head。 And then； within a fortnight of the settlement of the long dispute； he received the Stainforth posting。
They even tried to make a meal out of that； 〃This is your big chance； copper； your opportunity to prove yourself。' There was the odd case of sheep…worrying by dogs （there weren't even any rustlers around Stainforth）； threatening to nick the Rising Sun because one night there were half a dozen in there drinking after eleven。 Keeping an eye on one or two suspect vehicles that might not get through their MOTs and could just be used on the roads when their owners were in possession of a failed certificate。 Oh； Mother of God； big deal！
It wasn't Ken Aylott's week on nights but he clicked for it just the same。 They had taken the two boys from the town off the night shift…they should have covered Stainforth from 8 P。M。 to 8 A。M。…because they needed them on 'days' to man the road…blocks。 'It'll help if you'll cover the night shift； Ken。 There won't be much happening。' There never bloody well was； that was the trouble。 Keep on your toes； copper； this is your big chance。
Ken lit a cigarette； sat looking at this pig…hole of an office； even thought about tidying it up； restoring some semblance of order。 He'd get a bollocking from the super for sure if he did that。 You seem to think this is jour office； Constable。
He half…considered jacking it all in； typing out his notice and leaving it on the desk for Burlington to see when he arrived in the morning。 Stick that where the monkey sticks his nuts； I finish on Saturday week。 But he didn't； and not just because Shirley was expecting their first baby and the monthly jobless tally； according to the television last Monday； had risen by another 2；000 in the month of May。 That alone wouldn't have stopped him； it was his personal pride that did。 You failed； copper； so you threw in the sponge； hadn't the guts to see if you could make it all the way back； claw yourself out of demotion and Stainforth。 You took the easy way out； didn't you？
But how； for Christ's sake； tell me how？ He knew the answer without waiting for it to echo back off those four walls in taunting whispers。 You know how； copper； go out and find those snakes。 Nobody else has so far。 You'll be a national hero； they'll have to give you your stripes then because if they don't the people of Stainforth will petition for your promotion。 Like bloody hell they will！ The villagers don't petition for anything except against somebody making too much noise on a Sunday。
It'll still count for a lot。 Yeah； maybe you're right but I don't stand much chance； not in the dark。 You won't get your opportunity in the daytime； you know that； stop here and mind the phone； Constable。 Radio us if there's anything really important。
Ken Aylott was sweating just at the thought of going out there。 He could smell his own body odours； a sour stench that highlighted his fears； stopped him from kidding even himself that he was not afraid。 A good copper's one who does his duty even though he's scared to hell； only fools and liars kid them