in an attempt to meet him halfway, âbut since I donât even know her surname â¦â
âJeez, if you donât know her name, then how do you expect us to look her up?â Muñoz interrupted.
âI donât know her surname, but I have the name and address of someone who I think will know it,â Paniatowski said.
âI donât get it,â the captain said. âIf youâve got a murder on your hands, why donât you just pull in the usual suspects and give them the third degree until one of them either confesses or rats out one of the others.â
âIt doesnât quite work like that over here,â Paniatowski said patiently. âWhat we like to do during an investigation is build up a profile of the victim, and see where that leads us.â
âWeird,â the captain said. âListen, Iâll tell you my problem, lady. The Generalissimo has just died, and now that heâs gone, all kinds of low-life have taken their opportunity to come creeping out of the woodwork. Thereâs murderers, rapists, child molesters, homosexuals, communists â you name it, weâve got it â all trying to get their dirty business done before weâre organized enough to clamp down on them again. And you want me to waste my menâs time chasing up the details on some old broad who may not even have been a subversive?â
âExactly,â Paniatowski agreed.
âNo can do,â Muñoz said â and hung up.
SIX
T he Spanish Consulate in Manchester was located midway between the Central Reference Library on Albert Square and the Piccadilly bus station, and when it opened its doors for business that Monday morning, Paniatowski was already waiting outside.
Establishing her credentials with her warrant card was enough to get her inside without a prior appointment, and ten minutes later she found herself sitting across a desk from the deputy vice consul, a man in his middle-thirties who looked as if he regarded his present position as no more than a step on the ladder to future diplomatic eminence.
âWe are always willing to cooperate with the English police, Detective Chief Inspector Paniatowski,â he said, âbut I am still unclear how we can help you.â
âI have some questions I need answering about a woman who was found dead in Whitebridge, but who we suspect may have come from the Costa Blanca,â Paniatowski told him.
âThen I would suggest that you contact the Cuerpo de PolicÃa Armada in Alicante.â
âIâve already done that. They say they havenât got the available manpower to make any inquiries.â
The deputy vice consul nodded. âYes, itâs probably true that they havenât,â he said.
It was time to turn up the bullshit meter, Paniatowski decided.
âI donât suppose thereâs a police force in the world that doesnât feel itâs short of manpower,â she said, âso itâs usually a case of setting out your priorities. Now you canât expect the local police on the Costa Blanca to see my investigation as important. Their work, by its very nature, is bound to be parochial. But surely someone with a much wider view of the world â like yourself, for instance â can see the benefits of international cooperation, and could suggest, through the proper channels, that it might be to their long-term advantage to assist us.â
Not bad, she thought, awarding herself a mental pat on the shoulder. Not bad at all!
And then she saw the sanctimonious look which had appeared on the deputy vice consulâs face, and realized it had been a waste of effort.
âYou have heard, have you not, that our great leader â the man who has steered Spain through stormy waters of both national and international affairs for almost forty years â passed away last week?â the man asked.
The conversation was probably being taped, Paniatowski