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Skinner rarely used a police driver. He believed
that he thought better at the wheel. And so, on the way back to
Edinburgh, cruising along the M8 at just under eighty miles per
hour, he and Cowan exchanged few words.
Once the advocate broke a long silence. ‘Look, Bob,
you don’t jump in front of a train just because you don’t like
someone’s face in the public gallery.’
‘Granted, Peter. But one of the few visible links
between any of the people in this whole series of deaths is the
Japanese involvement. Now you’ve brought it up again, I’ve got an
itch, and I want to get back to Edinburgh to scratch it.’
The Library was busy when Skinner and Cowan
returned to the capital city. More than a dozen advocates, some in
casual clothes, sat working at the rows of desks set beneath the
magnificent gold-painted, panelled ceiling. They went into the
Clerk’s office, alongside that of the Dean, and closed the door
behind them.
Cowan dialled an internal number, and issued
instructions to his secretary. Soon afterwards she appeared
carrying two folders. Each contained a set of the papers in the
Chinese trial.
They read through the notes and transcript in
silence. Then Skinner went back to the beginning and listed the
facts, point by point.
‘The victim. Shirai Yobatu. She’s twenty, and she’s
at Strathclyde University. She’s found strangled in Kelvingrove
Park. There are signs of sexual activity which could be rape.
Forensic establishes that three men had intercourse with the girl
immediately before her death.
‘She was seen earlier from across the street in
Park Circus, by another girl student. She was in the company of
three oriental men. The girl recognises two of them as waiters in
the Kwei Linn Chinese Restaurant off Sauchiehall Street. A lot of
the students have eaten there and know the two lads. The witness
doesn’t know the other one. No one does. He’s never been found and
the. other two wouldn’t name him. It didn’t occur to the witness
that Shirai might not have been going willingly with them. She
didn’t look under duress.
‘Christ, Peter, the Crown Office made a balls of
this, and no mistake. If they’d left out the rape and just gone for
a murder conviction they’d have got it no bother. As it was
Mortimer and Jameson were able to take the rape charge apart, and
to lull the jury into acquitting on both counts.’
Skinner went back to the notes. ‘The accused: John
Ho, defended by Mortimer; and Shun Lee, defended by Jameson. They
deny the rape charge and it falls apart. They say they didn’t know
the third man. They claim that he had just started that day as a
dishwasher at the Kwei Linn, and they didn’t know his name. The
owner says he only gave the guy a few hours’ work, and he didn’t
know it either. He says that the boy was a deaf mute.
‘The lads claim that they had a date for a
threesome in the park with Shirai, who, they allege, is a student
nymphomaniac likely to graduate with honours - there’s absolutely
no evidence of that; her flatmate said she was a quiet girl - and
the third guy came along as a spectator. They say that Shirai
fancied mystery man too, and that they went off in a huff, leaving
her to get on with it.
‘That evening they hear on Radio Clyde that a girl
has been found strangled in the park. Mystery man doesn’t show up
to wash dishes, and John Ho and Shun Lee decide to do a runner.
They separate and go home, but each one is lifted by Strathclyde
CID in the act of packing his bags.
‘Mike and Rachel plead panic. The guys are good
witnesses; the jury believes them and they walk. So once again,
we’ve got two very satis fied clients. Agree?’
Cowan nodded emphatically.
‘But not everybody’s going to be happy with that,
are they? What more do we know about Shirai?’ Skinner flicked
through the papers before him and found a two-page document, the A4
sheets stapled together. ‘This is the Strathclyde Police report on
her background. Let’s see what it says.’
Cowan found the same document in his sheaf of
papers; each read quickly.
Skinner summarised aloud as he went along.
‘Interesting. Comes from an above-average family background, even
by Japanese standards. And interesting too, she’s not an overseas
student, as such.’
The shadow of a smile crept across his face.
‘Her father and mother live in Balerno, of all
places. He’s forty-four, managing director of a Japanese
pharmaceuticals company in Livingston.’
Cowan looked at him. ‘So he could be a man with a
grudge? Not a. dissatisfied client, but the father of a victim. Is
that what you think?’
Skinner shrugged his shoulders. ‘It’s the only lead
I’ve got, so I’ll have to follow it up. Tell you one thing, I’ll be
interested to learn what John Ho and Shun Lee are doing right now.
And I can’t wait to show a photograph of Yobatu san to your Advocate Depute pal Harcourt.’
Cowan held up a hand. ‘Hold on Bob; you can link
this man to Mike and Rachel through that trial, fair enough. But
how can you connect him with the other three murders?’
‘I’ll worry about that later. This is the only bone
I’ve got to gnaw on at the moment, and I’m going to give it a
bloody good chew.’
Skinner closed his folder. ‘Come with me when I pay
a call on Harcourt, once I lay hands on that photo.’