Another Life.

Chapter 3

"Bless you," retorted Owen. "I mean, look at this. How do you even p.r.o.nounce this one?"

"That"s Ystradgynlais," Gwen said. "It"s up north somewhere, I think. How have you got all this, Tosh?"

Toshiko looked pleased to be asked. "Cross-match of the DNA a.n.a.lysis with their NHS record." She called up another screen of information, this time a map of the whole Cardiff area. There were two cl.u.s.ters of red dots, and one solitary dot at a distance from them. She indicated the largest cl.u.s.ter. "As you can see, these are all within easy access of the Blaidd Drwg offices. There"s one isolated similar case out in the Wetlands Nature Reserve, from some days previously. And then there"s a smaller cl.u.s.ter here. The nearest things to that are a tourist centre, an army training camp, and the market town of Cowbridge."

"Excellent work, Tosh." Jack was clearly pleased. "The larger cl.u.s.ter is pretty conclusive: Wildman is our guy."

Gwen said: "Couldn"t someone else have been using his security card to badge in and out? Set him up for this?"



Toshiko shook her head. "It was a card-plus-thumbprint system."

"He still has both thumbs," said Owen. "n.o.body borrowed one from him."

"Wouldn"t matter," rejoined Toshiko. "Contour of the skin distorts once a digit gets severed. Print would be imperfect."

Gwen saw Jack smile indulgently at this compet.i.tive exchange. "OK," he said loudly. "We need to see if anything ties Wildman in with the other cl.u.s.ter. Mr Harper, what have ya got?"

"Doctor Harper, if you don"t mind." Owen sat up straighter in his chair, as though the teacher had picked him out to answer a particularly tricky question in cla.s.s. He flipped open the top of his laptop and thumped at the keys to get his information displayed on the plasma screen. He seemed to be directing his explanation at Gwen now. "Done some prep work for Wildman"s autopsy. No knife work yet, but a load of scans to be going on with. They show evidence of osseous tissue in the upper gastrointestinal tract, but nothing much beyond the pyloric antrum."

Gwen was amused to hear Jack and Toshiko both start to fake a coughing attack. Owen scowled at them, and resumed his explanation to Gwen. "Or, to put it simply..."

"He swallowed a whole load of bony bits," interjected Jack.

"Well, yeah," said Owen.

"I"m betting," continued Jack, "that Wildman"s stomach will contain blood and skull fragments and brain fluid from at least three different DNA sources."

"The clue will be what was most recently ingested." Owen pummelled some more keys on his computer. Fresh images expanded on the wall display. The photos showed Wildman"s b.l.o.o.d.y remains, somehow starker and more brutal when laid out on the cold metal of the examination slab. The face was a pinkish-grey mush.

"I may never eat strawberry yoghurt again," Gwen said.

Owen seemed to be enjoying her discomfort. "You should see him when I"ve sliced him open. Then we"ll see if his stomach contains DNA evidence from the other vagrant victims. The one"s who were... what was the word again Tosh? Predated."

Jack leaned forward on the conference table. He poured himself another slug of Ianto"s coffee. "Think there"s gonna be a more recent victim"s DNA in Wildman"s stomach. One that isn"t on your chart yet, Tosh. I saw Wildman"s face before he bounced it off that bus. Before he took the drop. Looked to me like spinal fluid all down his clothes. Messy eater." He took a big slurp of his coffee. "Y"know, the worst thing about being bitten to death like that? It"s not a clean death, because the Welsh have such terrible teeth."

Gwen defied this slur with a big, insincere smile. "Where"s the latest victim?"

Jack shook his head. "Dunno. Looked like Wildman had been snacking pretty recently. Probably another vagrant, but in the city centre. Any news on the police frequency, Tosh?"

Toshiko performed a staccato rhythm with the stylus on her PDA. "I"ve put a trace on."

"A vagrant would be good," nodded Owen. "No need to provide a cover story for their disappearance."

His casual tone enraged Gwen. She felt her neck and face flush with anger, and heard her own words almost before she knew she was saying them. "Vagrants are people too, Owen."

"Hark at her."

"Don"t patronise me! For all we know, another poor lad is lying dead in a gutter. Unfound at the moment. Unnoticed, certainly. Real people like you would just walk past him, even when he was alive. Maybe he was selling the Big Issue Big Issue in town. Or maybe he was just wandering around trying to find somewhere to kip for the night, and the first time it looked like anyone was showing him any attention was when Wildman approached him, and that was the last thing he ever knew." in town. Or maybe he was just wandering around trying to find somewhere to kip for the night, and the first time it looked like anyone was showing him any attention was when Wildman approached him, and that was the last thing he ever knew."

"I"m just saying," insisted Owen, "it"s not like Tosh is gonna struggle to conceal the death of some chewed up pikey when he turns up in a gutter somewhere in Grangetown."

Gwen slapped both hands on the table, an alarming sound that echoed off the gla.s.s walls of the Boardroom. "How can we know what made him come to Cardiff, this poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d we"ve not even seen yet? How can we say that his family aren"t somewhere out there, somewhere else in Wales, or further out? Wondering if he"s all right. Not knowing if he"s alive, but praying that he is. Not knowing that he died today." She blinked hard, and looked up at the strip lights in the ceiling to stop the tears. She wouldn"t give Owen that satisfaction. "Unfound? Unnoticed? Yeah. But unmissed? I don"t think so."

Owen leaned across the table to her, uncowed. "When you"ve been here a while longer, you"ll see it differently. I mean it. I"ll ask you again in a couple of months" time, you"ll have changed your tune. I mean, I honestly hope I"m wrong about that..."

"No you don"t," Toshiko said quietly.

"No," admitted Owen after barely a pause. "I don"t."

Jack stood up. It was a casual gesture, and he made it look as though he was pulling together their cups and putting them back on the tray. But by doing so, he leaned over the table towards each of them. It was an elegant gesture of control, rea.s.serting his authority. Calming the room.

He smiled across the table at Owen. "Good job on the initial scan."

Toshiko"s PDA interrupted him with a beeping alarm. "Search result," she said, and put it up on the main screen. "Police report that matches our interest profile."

"Result indeed," Jack observed. "They"ve found Wildman"s car. Now where did I put my coat?" Gwen pointed through the gla.s.s door to where she could see it on the railing outside. "OK, good, thanks. Tosh, here"s another search I"d like you to run." He slipped a folded piece of paper across the table to her. She looked at it briefly, nodded, and put the paper in a pocket alongside her PDA. "Owen, let us know what else you find after you"ve opened Wildman up."

And with this, Jack was off through the Boardroom door, beckoning for Gwen to join him.

She caught up with him at the foot of the spiral staircase. "What"s the rush?"

"The car wasn"t empty," he told her as they approached a solitary paving stone that lay incongruously in the floor of the Hub. "It pains me to tell you this, Gwen, but I don"t trust your former colleagues to handle this well."

"You can feel pain then," she said to him.

He stood on the slab, and held out his hand to her. "Not according to my exes."

Owen retrieved his coffee from the table. It was just warm enough. He took it over to the gla.s.s window of the Boardroom, where he could stare down and watch Jack cross the floor of the Hub. Gwen was skipping down the stairs after him, like an eager puppy.

She"ll learn, thought Owen. The magic wears off eventually. It"s a great job the best he could imagine. But it was never quite the same after the first six months.

Toshiko was still busy at the table, tapping away on her PDA with that pen device. She was eager too, keen to complete Jack"s latest request.

Owen thought about Wildman"s corpse, ready for him over in the pathology room. He sipped at his lukewarm coffee, and decided that the stiff could wait.

He pushed open the far door of the Boardroom and strolled out onto the balcony. The noticeboard on the back wall had a cluttered collection of yellowing newspaper clippings pinned to it, along with cartoons, photos and leaflets. One polaroid showed him and Toshiko, grinning at the lens held at arm"s length. It was from outside the Castle. He"d got bored of having the photo stuck to the front of his dishwasher by a magnet, so he"d brought it in and half-hidden it on the board behind some money-off coupons for Jubilee Pizza. Toshiko hadn"t noticed yet.

By sitting in one of the metal chairs on the balcony, Owen could see Jack making his way to the exit platform. With a grinding sound far above them, a corresponding flagstone slid out of its place to create a square opening.. A handful of lights in the Pla.s.s twinkled on the steel tower, visible through the distant gap.

With a thrum of power, the hydraulics began to power the platform upwards. He could see Jack holding Gwen"s waist to balance her on the square stone podium. She was staring up into his eyes, engrossed in whatever he was telling her, favouring him with that gap-toothed smile of hers. The two of them were so preoccupied that they were both oblivious to Owen observing them, even when the lift drew level with him at the height of the balcony. It was like he was invisible.

Owen watched them draw further away from him, disappearing, leaving him behind. He saw them duck briefly, and laugh together. For a moment, he wondered why.

Then the first fat blobs of rain dropped from the open portal, blew over the balcony, and splashed into Owen"s upturned face. It felt like he"d been spat on. He shook the drops off.

Toshiko joined him on the balcony. "Design fault," she tutted. "I mean, have you seen the leaves that get blown through there? Not so many birds flying in these days. Not since Jack uncaged the pterodactyl." She was laughing, pointing to where the raindrops had spattered on Owen"s shirt. "Nasty weather tonight. There"s a storm brewing."

Owen narrowed his eyes at her. "Yeah, and I"m starving. Not going out in that lot, so I think we get something delivered."

He towelled his hair with his hand, tousling it, and studied Toshiko for a reaction.

"I fancy a pizza," he told her. "How about you? We"ve got some money-off coupons somewhere, haven"t we?"

SIX.

It was a miserable alley on a miserable night. They"d started off walking through the initial spots of rain in the optimistic brightness of Mermaid Quay, laughing even as the weather started to deteriorate. By the time they"d reached this grimy backstreet further over in Butetown, a steady drizzle had killed their high spirits stone dead.

Stone dead conveniently described the occupant of Wildman"s car. Gwen knew before she reached it that the scene wasn"t going to be pretty. She could deduce that from the dazed expression on the face of the police constable, a young woman who stood, trembling, twenty metres from the vehicle. Gwen touched her on the shoulder, a gesture of rea.s.surance or solidarity, and then trailed in Jack"s wake as he cut through the police cordon to where Wildman"s car had been abandoned.

Jack waived the polite introductions, but didn"t immediately wave away the scene of crime officer in his usual manner. Gwen knew this was because there had been no information radioed in yet, otherwise Toshiko would have overheard it and pa.s.sed it on to them. She gestured wordlessly to the other police officers at the scene to stay back.

"Pa.s.ser-by thought the woman had fallen asleep in the driver"s seat," the SOCO started. No preamble. Efficient, to-the-point. English accent, with a downward intonation that suggested Birmingham. A Brummie that Gwen didn"t recognise, so he must be fairly new. Only a few months out of the force, and already she was losing track of the team on her patch. Well, on her old patch.

"Then the witness noticed the mess down the window, and called it in," the Brummie explained. "We forced the rear door to obtain access, in the unlikely event that the victim was still alive and needed urgent medical attention. Didn"t want to move the body, obviously. Photographers aren"t here yet."

Jack scanned the area quickly, left to right. The car was a four-door Vectra estate, parked midway under the only streetlamp in the alley that wasn"t working. Jack played his torch through the windows into the car"s interior. A middle-aged woman was sitting upright in the front seat, though her head had drooped against the driver"s window. Her eyes were closed, and where her dyed blonde hair fell over her shoulder it was matted with blood.

"OK, thanks. You can clear the area now," Jack told him.

The Brummie didn"t seem to understand this. Perhaps he thought Jack was talking to someone else. "Nasty wound. Gunshot from the seat behind, perhaps? The spray pattern across the roof of the car might suggest that."

"Thanks," repeated Jack.

The Brummie seemed to relax a little, now that he"d delivered his brief report. His att.i.tude had changed, and he was chatting comfortably, despite the falling drizzle. "This reminds me of that woman in Tesco car park on a hot sunny day, who dialled 999 on her mobile," he laughed. "Heard a gunshot, felt a blow above the base of her neck. Sat for thirty minutes with her hand cupped behind her head to stop her brains from spilling out. Until we arrived and told her that the heat had exploded a canister in the back seat, and she was only holding a lump of ready-mix dough."

Gwen watched Jack"s brow furrow. She stepped smartly between the two men. "We"ll take it from here," she told the Brummie before he dug himself into deeper trouble. "You can secure the perimeter, and keep the photographers back when they arrive."

The Brummie opened his mouth to object, saw her raised eyebrows, and slunk away.

Despite the way he had spoken to the SOCO, Jack actually showed a great deal of respect for scene-of-crime protocols. He slipped on a glove, then eased open the Vectra"s rear door. He reached in to pop up the front lock, and opened the driver"s side. By swiftly positioning his hand in the gap, he was able to prop up the corpse and gently push it back into the car to prevent it from falling out into the road.

The dead body was still strapped into the seat. With the door now open, the upper torso lolled over onto the steering wheel, head dropped, right cheek downwards so that the face pointed back towards the pa.s.senger seat.

Jack"s torch played over the back of the corpse. She had been a thin woman in late middle age, wearing a knitted green cardigan over a patterned dress that was now stained heavily with dried blood and gory fragments. The head was only half-attached to the shoulders. Blonde hair had been torn out in lumps or wrenched away from the nape of the neck.

Not that there was much of the nape still visible. The flesh was ripped almost down to the clavicle. Further up into what had been the hairline was a ghastly hole, filled with clotted blood and with clumps of greyish matter visible in the mess. The curdled mess reminded Gwen once more, horribly, of strawberry yoghurt. It was too unbearably apt an image. She shivered because she knew that something had killed this woman by gnawing into the back of her skull.

The woman"s handbag was on the back seat. Her purse contained a name and address, plus an ID card from Blaidd Drwg. "Jennifer Fallon," Gwen read aloud. "Now we know why Tosh couldn"t reach Wildman"s secretary. She was with him in the car. Drove him here from the facility."

No need to crouch over looking at the dead woman any longer, Gwen decided. She straightened, and a trickle of cold rainwater ran from her hair down her neck. All the fancy equipment at Torchwood"s disposal, she thought sourly, and they never had any umbrellas. She hunted her mobile out from her coat pocket, thumbed a fastkey and dialled the Hub. When Toshiko answered, Gwen briefed her on their discovery in the alleyway.

"That fits," Toshiko told her. "Jennifer Fallon finished work early today..." Gwen could hear the rattling sound of Toshiko"s typing. "Yes, the logout details confirm that they left at the same time. Her desktop machine was powered down a few minutes before she badged out of the building with Wildman. But she sent a couple of e-mails immediately before that..." More tapping of keys. "OK, the last one is a quick message to her boss that Mr Wildman is still feeling ill, and that she"s insisted on driving him home."

Gwen considered the ravaged remains of the secretary ruefully. An act of kindness had been repaid by a fierce, merciless a.s.sault. The savage attacks on the vagrants around Blaidd Drwg were disgusting enough, but on this occasion Wildman had brutalised someone he knew from work. Maybe even someone he once cared about. She suddenly realised how tired she was, unsure whether it was all the chasing around or something else the numbing horror of the crime scenes today. She stifled a small yawn. Gwen angled her face into the night sky, letting the rain fall onto her.

Even with her eyes closed, she still had the image of Jennifer Fallon"s broken, brutalised body in her mind. "What could drive a man to that?" she asked Jack.

Jack grimaced. "She drove herself, here, to her death. With Wildman. Unwittingly, that"s probably obvious. How do we know it"s Wildman?" He studied her, expecting an answer.

"The raincoat," Gwen remembered. "He took it with him, to cover the blood and remains that would have spilled on him. She"d have put the coat on the back seat, with her bag, because it wasn"t raining or dark when they left Blaidd Drwg."

Jack gently pushed the Vectra"s door shut. Jennifer Fallon"s corpse rocked slightly with the car and was still again.

"Oh, great." Jack threw his head back in disgust. "I"ve trodden in more dog s.h.i.t." He bent his knee and twisted his foot out, illuminating the underside of his shoe with the torch. There was a large irregular gap in the sole.

"Dog s.h.i.t didn"t do that," said Gwen. "It"s like something"s eaten right through it."

"Consumed it," pondered Jack. "These are my favourite boots. Standard issue for 1940s non-jumping personnel. Ankle-bracing, leather soles, good laces, instep support. Where am I gonna find another pair?"

"Army surplus?" suggested Gwen.

"Look at that." He balanced against the side of the car and removed the shoe so that he could waggle it at Gwen. "Whatever it is, it"s eaten through the sole and then stopped."

"Leather soles," mused Gwen. "Eaten could be the right word. What"s the inner sole made of? Sponge rubber?"

Jack nodded. Sniffed the sole of the removed boot experimentally. Coughed in disgust, and propped the boot on the Vectra"s roof amid the bouncing rain. "Yeah, you"re right, it"s been digested. Still being digested, too. See there?" He pointed carefully with his forefinger.

"That thing you trod on. The thing Wildman coughed up outside the building site?"

Jack cracked a huge smile. "Smart girl."

"Still here," said Toshiko"s voice from Gwen"s mobile.

"OK, I think we"re done," Gwen told her.

"Thanks, Tosh." Jack raised his voice so that the mobile would pick up his words. "End of your shift for the day."

Gwen let Toshiko say goodnight before ending the call. She pocketed the mobile.

"I"m starting to worry where else I may have trodden this stuff," Jack grumbled. He scrunched up his face in dismay, because he"d just absentmindedly put his unshod foot down on to the rainy pavement. "All right. Not looking so cool, now. Time to call it a night."

"What about this lot?" Gwen jerked her head at the corpse. There was so much left to do here, and yet she knew she was exhausted. She felt the sides of her face tighten, but subdued the tired reaction.

Jack peered into the Vectra. "I"ll take her back to the Hub. You get our police friends over there to disperse, and then you can go home."

Gwen couldn"t stifle the yawn any longer.

"There you go," Jack smiled. "An honest opinion, openly expressed. I"m boring you. Go home. It"s past nine."

She checked her watch and was dismayed to find he was right. Where had the day gone?

He was still looking into the car, probably wondering how he was going to move the body. Or maybe move the whole car. The obvious problem was that the unfortunate Jennifer Fallon was still in the driver"s seat.

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