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1 The Cuckoo's Calling

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sole support of Uncle Ted, he had vanished into the army, and refound there the<br />

life he had been taught by Leda: constant uprootings, self-reliance and the<br />

endless appeal of the new.<br />

Tonight, though, he could not help seeing his mother as a spiritual sister to the<br />

beautiful, needy and depressive girl who had broken apart on a frozen road, and<br />

to the plain, homeless outsider now lying in the chilly morgue. Leda, Lula and<br />

Rochelle had not been women like Lucy, or his Aunt Joan; they had not taken<br />

every reasonable precaution against violence or chance; they had not tethered<br />

themselves to life with mortgages and voluntary work, safe husbands and cleanfaced<br />

dependants: their deaths, therefore, were not classed as “tragic,” in the<br />

same way as those of staid and respectable housewives.<br />

How easy it was to capitalize on a person’s own bent for self-destruction; how<br />

simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that<br />

it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.<br />

Nearly all the physical evidence of Lula’s murder had long since been wiped<br />

away, trodden underfoot or covered by thickly falling snow; the most persuasive<br />

clue Strike had was, after all, that grainy black-and-white footage of two men<br />

running away from the scene: a piece of evidence given a cursory check and<br />

tossed aside by the police, who were convinced that nobody could have entered<br />

the building, that Landry had committed suicide, and that the film showed<br />

nothing more than a pair of larcenous loiterers with intent.<br />

Strike roused himself and looked at his watch. It was half past ten, but he was<br />

sure the man to whom he wished to speak would be awake. He flicked on his<br />

desk lamp, took up his mobile and dialed, this time, a number in Germany.<br />

“Oggy,” bellowed the tinny voice on the other end of the phone. “How the<br />

fuck are you?”<br />

“Need a favor, mate.”<br />

And Strike asked Lieutenant Graham Hardacre to give him all the information<br />

he could find on one Agyeman of the Royal Engineers, Christian name and rank<br />

unknown, but with particular reference to the dates of his tours of duty in<br />

Afghanistan.

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