A Roman Shadow
By H L Marsay
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This Halloween, the notorious rivalry between York's iconic ghost walk tour guides spirals out of control when the body of one guide dressed as the infamous highwayman Dick Turpin is found hanging from a tree. A few days later, his partner, who plays Guy Fawkes, is killed by an explosion of gunpowder at their office.
Detective Chief Inspector John Shadow is a man of contradictions. A solitary figure who notices the smallest details about other people, but endeavours to avoid their company. A lover of good food, but whose fridge is almost always empty. Although he would prefer to work alone, he is assisted by his eager and easygoing partner Sergeant Jimmy Chang. Despite a sprained ankle, a stray cat and an impromptu trip to Oxford, the two men investigate the shocking murders that have York on edge. Are the murders the work of a madman or a business feud?
And then the killer strikes again.
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A Roman Shadow - H L Marsay
Acknowledgements
My thanks to the magnificent team at Tule: Jane Porter, Meghan Farrell, Cyndi Parent and Nikki Babri.
I was so lucky to work with three amazing editors on this book: Sinclair Sawhney, Helena Newton and Marlene Roberts. Many thanks for all your suggestions and your patience.
Thanks also to Patrick Knowles for another wonderful book cover and to Lee Hyat for coordinating the design.
Chapter One
Down 7.
Will Mum use this building to inspire and educate? (6 letters)
Detective Chief Inspector John Shadow placed his knife and fork together and pushed the now empty plate to one side as he swallowed down the last mouthful of bacon. His full English breakfast in Bettys had been as delicious as always. He was sitting at his usual corner table from where he could quietly observe his fellow customers. The famous tearooms were particularly busy this morning. There was an influx of Chinese visitors to the city, all here to celebrate the beginning of their New Year. He watched as they used their phones to take photos of each other and the Bettys waitresses in their traditional black and white uniforms, who patiently paused to pose with their guests.
A hint of a smile flickered across Shadow’s face. He was quite content to observe other people and how they interacted, just as long as nobody tried to interact with him.
As the staff hurried back and forth, Shadow realised he hadn’t seen Julie, his regular waitress, for almost two weeks. Was she ill? Maybe she’d changed shifts. If she had any sense, she would be on holiday abroad enjoying some winter sun and escaping the cold and damp of York in February. As he mused to himself, it didn’t cross his mind to ask any of Julie’s colleagues where she was.
However, he did notice the single red roses discreetly placed in vases on each table. A warning that Valentine’s Day was imminent. He sighed and made a mental note to avoid the Italian restaurants he frequented most evenings on that particular date. It was over twenty-five years since he’d celebrated Valentine’s and now the thought of being surrounded by adoring couples staring into each other’s eyes filled him with dread.
A quick glance at his watch told him he had ten minutes to complete the Yorkshire Post crossword before he was due at the Eboracum Museum. The previous evening, as he was about to leave his office, he had received a phone call from the director of the museum asking him to visit at his earliest convenience. The gentleman wouldn’t explain why over the telephone, but he had sounded quite agitated.
* *
A little over ten minutes later and with six down still eluding him, Shadow reluctantly folded his copy of the Yorkshire Post and tucked it into the deep pocket of his old wax jacket. He stepped outside into the bitterly cold February air. On the other side of St Helen’s Square, his sergeant, Jimmy Chang, was already waiting for him outside the police station. As usual he was dressed in jeans, trainers and a black leather jacket, but today he also had a long black and red scarf wound around his neck. His young colleague was not a fan of cold weather.
Good morning, Sergeant. I wasn’t expecting you to be this eager to pay a visit to the museum,
said Shadow as the two detectives fell into step together.
Morning, Chief. Actually, on our way over there I wanted to ask if I could pick your brains about something?
No,
replied Shadow instinctively, not if it’s about a Valentine’s present for Sophie. I’ve only just recovered from the whole Christmas debacle.
Jimmy’s girlfriend was Dr Sophie Newton, one of the pathologists they worked with. Since the start of their relationship, Shadow had found himself the unwilling sounding board for every romantic gesture or purchase Jimmy was considering. When Jimmy had heard about the old tradition of giving gifts for the twelve days after Christmas that inspired the carol of the same name, he had very nearly driven his boss insane with his constant chatter as he tried to find a dozen appropriate presents.
No, it’s nothing like that,
replied Jimmy, although I have been giving it a lot of thought. I spent ages browsing around the shops at the weekend. I’m definitely going to get some of those handmade liqueur chocolates she likes from that place on Swinegate, but then I wanted to give her something to celebrate Chinese New Year too, you know with them falling on the same weekend.
Shadow groaned loudly.
It’s okay though, like I said I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I’ve almost made a decision.
Then I’m thrilled for both of us.
But that’s not what I wanted to ask you about. You see Sophie’s brothers have asked me to play in a charity rugby match they’re organising.
Say no!
advised Shadow immediately. He gave a slight shudder. Rugby had been compulsory at his boarding school. Five years of being crushed in scrums and tackled to the cold, wet, muddy ground by an opposition player, who always seemed to weigh over sixteen stone, had put him off the game for life.
I can’t do that, Chief; they already think I’m a bit weird because I don’t drink bitter or watch football.
I’m telling you now, you’ll regret it.
He looked his sergeant’s long lanky frame up and down. In fact I’ll be amazed if you don’t end up in traction.
Sophie’s brothers are both big rugby fans and I really want to try to bond with them.
Shadow had briefly met Sophie’s parents and two younger brothers over Christmas when Rose, Jimmy’s mother, had hosted a special dinner for them all. Shadow had ducked out of the dinner but had stopped by for a drink. Henry and James were both strapping young men from the north-east with Sophie’s easy-going nature and fondness for a pint or three. He now recalled one had a broken nose and the other cauliflower ears.
Didn’t you play rugby at school?
he asked. Jimmy shook his head.
No, only football, and to be honest I was more into athletics. I don’t even know how many players are on a team.
It depends—is it rugby union or league?
I don’t know. What’s the difference?
Thirteen players for league and fifteen for union,
explained Shadow as Jimmy quickly started to make notes. Shadow sighed. Look, tell them you’ll play on the wing and if anyone throws you the ball, catch it and run like hell.
They paused for a moment and waited for the traffic lights on the corner of St Leonard’s Place to change before they crossed the road.
What does Sophie make of all this?
Shadow asked. Jimmy’s girlfriend tended to be the more pragmatic one of the couple. He couldn’t think she would approve of the idea that her boyfriend was likely to be flattened by a seventeen-stone hooker.
Oh, I haven’t really spoken to her about it. She’s really busy with work. Donaldson’s disappeared to his place in the Algarve for a month, so she’s got her hands full,
Jimmy replied, referring to the other obnoxious and far less helpful pathologist they worked with.
That’s just our luck!
Shadow tutted. Donaldson’s away and we can’t take advantage of it because we don’t have a murder to investigate.
Fortunately for Shadow they arrived at the museum before Jimmy could ask him for any more rugby-related tips. The Eboracum Museum was an elegant white building with an imposing portico and columns at the entrance. It stood on Exhibition Square, opposite the York Theatre Royal, next to the York Art Gallery and the rear elevation overlooked the Museum Gardens. The Victorians had built it to house the collection of Roman artefacts they started unearthing as York’s rapid expansion in the 1800s led to more and more building work. Eboracum was the name the Romans gave to York when it was one of the most northerly cities in their empire. A fort was built where the Minster now stood to support the soldiers who were on their way to defend the border against the marauding tribes of Scots. A settlement soon sprang up around the garrison and became the basis of the city that stood there today.
* *
The museum didn’t open until ten o’clock, but Tim Dunnington, the museum director, was waiting to greet them at the door. He was a man of about fifty, medium height and slightly overweight. His dark hair was swept back and greying slightly at the temples. With his sombre, dark, three-piece suit he wore a tie that was both loud in its colour and abstract design.
Ah there you are, Shadow, good of you to come. You too, Sergeant.
He checked outside as he ushered them through the door. Excellent, no flashing lights or sirens either. Let’s try and keep everything on the QT shall we, chaps? Hush, hush and all that.
What exactly is the problem?
enquired Shadow as the museum’s door shut behind him with a loud thud. Dunnington reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t recall who.
Follow me to my office and I’ll give you a sitrep,
replied the director, who was already striding away. The two detectives followed Dunnington, through the museum. Their footsteps echoed around the empty atrium, as they walked briskly across the marble floor past tall columns and glass display cases holding carefully lit artefacts.
* *
Mr Dunnington’s office was at the end of a long corridor lined with mannequins dressed as different types of Roman gladiators. He opened the door and Shadow and Jimmy followed him inside. It was a large room painted white with a high ceiling and long windows overlooking Museum Gardens. Prints of the Colosseum and the Forum lined the wall. In front of the pale wood desk were several modern metal and light wood chairs. Two of these chairs were already occupied.
Shadow recognised Dr Stather immediately. He was the head archaeologist at York’s Historic Foundation. The previous year he had briefly been one of the suspects in a murder investigation. Shadow had found him to be arrogant, pompous and a terrible liar. The two men nodded silently at each other in recognition. Sitting on the chair next to Stather was a lady dressed in a tweed skirt and jacket. Her grey hair was worn in a long plait down her back and she was sobbing quietly into a large white handkerchief.
Tim Dunnington invited the two detectives to sit down as he took his own seat behind the desk. Shadow noted that neither Dunnington nor Stather were making any attempt to comfort the crying woman. The museum director cleared his throat and folded his hands firmly in front of him before speaking.
Chief Inspector Shadow, Sergeant Chang, may I introduce Dr Richard Stather who sits with me on the museum’s board of trustees and Dr Dorothy Shepherd. Dorothy is the curator here. For heaven’s sake, pull yourself together Dorothy,
he snapped.
Dr Stather and I have already met,
replied Shadow. Tim Dunnington looked a little surprised, but Shadow didn’t elaborate as Stather shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Shadow held out his hand to the lady who was trying her best to stop sobbing. I’m pleased to meet you, Dr Shepherd.
The lady gave him a weak smile and a very damp handshake accompanied by several loud sniffs as she tried to stifle her tears. Dunnington cleared his throat again.
Chief Inspector, I’ll get straight to the point. The reason I asked you to come here is because several of the museum’s artefacts have been stolen.
I’m very sorry to hear that, Mr Dunnington. When did the theft occur?
asked Shadow as Jimmy switched on his electronic notebook, his finger poised ready to take down the relevant information. Tim Dunnington sighed and shot Dr Shepherd a furious look.
That’s just it, Chief Inspector, we don’t know when or exactly what was taken. We are still carrying out our own investigations.
Shadow and Jimmy exchanged a puzzled glance.
I don’t quite follow,
said the chief inspector.
Allow me to give you a quick recap,
replied Dunnington, settling back in his own large leather chair. A couple of weeks ago, I was approached by the director of a museum in Colchester asking if we would loan him some pieces for an exhibition he was organising, focusing on Roman coins. I consulted Dr Stather and the other board members and we were all in agreement that we should accept this request.
Dr Stather nodded his head vigorously to confirm what the director was saying as Dunnington carried on.
The exhibition was to begin in Colchester then travel around the country, stopping at other towns and cities founded by the Romans. York obviously, St Albans, Winchester and Chester, before completing the tour of duty at the British Museum.
Sorry,
interrupted Jimmy, was that Winchester and Chester?
Dr Shepherd, who was sitting next to him leaned over to look at his screen.
"Yes, Sergeant, that’s right—both cities. Anywhere that ends in chester or caster or indeed cester was named by the Romans," she explained in a clear but slightly trembling voice.
Thank you, Dorothy,
snapped Dunnington again glaring at the curator. Dr Shepherd dropped her head and began twisting the handkerchief around her fingers. As I was saying, the tour was planned; the pieces from our collection that were to be included were discussed and agreed upon. Representatives from Colchester Museum arrived two days ago and assessed the chosen artefacts for the purpose of their insurance.
The director paused and glared even more fiercely at Dr Shepherd. It was then that they informed us our pieces were not genuine but extremely good fakes. It was incredibly embarrassing not only for myself, you understand, but the whole museum. It has raised a great many questions about how the collection has been managed.
Absolutely. Quite shocking,
murmured Dr Stather in agreement. Shadow glanced between the two men. He might not yet understand all the details of this crime, but he understood Stather and Dunnington’s response to it. They wanted to ensure Dr Shepherd took the blame whether she was responsible or not. If they couldn’t prove she was guilty they wanted to show she was incompetent. From telling her to pull herself together to calling her by her first name even though she deserved the same title as Stather, they were undermining her. The two men were ganging up on Dr Shepherd and Shadow didn’t like it. He turned his attention to the curator.
Dr Shepherd, please could you tell me where the pieces in question came from? Were they bought at an auction or acquired from another collection?
Dr Shepherd sat up straight in her chair and took a deep breath as she composed herself.
No, Chief Inspector. All the pieces were discovered here in York. I unearthed several of them myself. You may remember almost two years ago there was an excavation close to The Mount. A contractor at one of the hotels was digging to make a swimming pool and inadvertently stumbled across the remains of a Roman nobleman’s villa.
Shadow nodded. He certainly remembered the traffic chaos that was caused when one of the city’s main roads was being dug up for several weeks. Dr Shepherd continued to explain.
It turned out to be quite an important find. Not only did we discover one of the best-preserved mosaics in England, but some extremely rare coins and exquisite pieces of jewellery. Dr Stather and I both agreed it was one of the most exciting digs we had been lucky enough to work on.
Shadow turned to the archaeologist with an enquiring look and Stather’s face reddened as he gave a curt nod. The chief inspector noted that Stather had yet to speak to him directly.
So are you saying the genuine pieces you discovered have been replaced with replicas?
What other explanation is there, Chief Inspector?
interrupted Dunnington