Free Dialogues of the Dead by Reginald Hill

There was some exasperation in her voice but it got nowhere
    49 close to overpowering the strong affection in her gaze as she looked at the man. 'I will,' he said. 'I got up to have a pee - old man's trouble, it'll come to you, lad, if you live that long. I looked out the landing window and I saw this headlight going down the hill there, just the one. Bike, I thought. And the bugger's moving. Then I saw these other headlights, two on 'em, so, a car, coming this way. Out of nowhere they came. One moment dark, next there they were. Then the single light were all over the place. Till suddenly it went out. And then there were a puff of flame.' 'And what happened then?' 'Don't know. If I'd stayed any longer I'd have pissed down the stairs and then I'd have been in trouble.' He roared with laughter and the woman said, 'You're not wrong there, lad.' 'And did you tell this story to the other policeman who came?' asked Bowler. 'No, I didn't.' 'Why not?' he asked. 'Didn't recall it rill later,' said the man. 'Later?' 'Aye,' said the woman. 'Later. He usually recalls things later if he recalls them at all.' There was something going on here he didn't yet fully under stand. He decided to concentrate on the woman. 'You didn't think it worthwhile ringing us when you heard Mr er ... ?' 'Locksley,' she said. 'Your husband?' he said, looking for clarity where he could find it. 'Well, he's not my bloody tallyman!' she said, which seemed to amuse them both greatly. 'You didn't think to contact us?' persisted Bowler. 'What for? Sam, what night was it you saw the lights?' 'Nay, lass, that's not fair. It was this year, but, I'm certain of that.' 'And what film would you have been watching that day when ever it was?' He thought a moment then said, 'Likely Mad Max, it's my favourite. Do you like it, mister? He was a cop, too.' 'It takes all sorts,' said Bowler. 'Yes, I've seen it on the box. Bit too violent for my taste.' He was beginning to get the picture. In the interests of diplomacy he'd have liked to get the woman by herself, but he had a feeling that she wouldn't take kindly to any attempt to talk behind her husband's back. He said, 'So you think that Mr Locksley might be confusing what the other policeman told you about the accident with images from the movies he watches?' He kept his voice low but the man's sharp ears picked him up with ease. 'You could be right there, lad,' he said cheerfully. 'I do get things mixed up and as for recalling what happened when, I'm hopeless. Doesn't bother me mostly, but there's some things from the past it'd be nice to bring back now I'm getting old. For instance, I can't recall the last time I had a good jump, and that's sad.' 'You silly old bugger,' said his wife fondly. 'It was just afore you had your breakfast this morning.' 'Was it?' he said, regarding her with bright hopeful eyes. 'And did I enjoy it?' 'Well, you asked for a second helping of porridge,' she said. Their laughter was infectious and Bowler was still chuckling as he let himself out. As he began to drive away, Mrs Locksley came to the door and called, 'Hey, just because his memory's going and he gets a bit confused, doesn't mean he's wrong, but.' 'That,' said Bowler, 'is very much the trouble.' But it wasn't his trouble; it was or soon would be DI Headingley's. Something obliging him to make a decision would drop into Jolly George's broad lap like a mug of hot coffee. It was a prospect not altogether displeasing. But the DI, when provoked to action, could be a nimble ducker and weaver, and it would be wise not to leave any gaps for him to slip through, saying accusingly, 'But you forgot to do that, Constable.' Bowler scanned the possibilities and saw one he hadn't covered. The Greek restaurant where the Wordman claimed to have dined on the night he talked to David Pitman. He glanced at his watch. Five forty. Probably the Taverna didn't open till seven or half six
    51 at the earliest. He'd never eaten there - young detectives got used to