1 The Cuckoo's Calling

“Jus’ keys. Everyone who lives in the building gets a set of pool and gym keys
along with their flat keys. And one key to the door leading to the underground car
park. That door’s got an alarm on it.”
“Was it set?”
“Dunno, I wasn’t there when they checked that one. It shoulda been. The guy
from the security firm had checked all the alarms that morning.”
“Were all these doors locked that night?”
Wilson hesitated.
“Not all of them. The door to the pool was open.”
“Had anyone used it that day, do you know?”
“I can’t remember anyone using it.”
“So how long had it been open?”
“I dunno. Colin was on the previous night. He shoulda checked it.”
“OK,” said Strike. “You said you thought the man Mrs. Bestigui had heard
was Duffield, because you’d heard them arguing previously. When was that?”
“Not long before they split, ’bout two months before she died. She’d thrown
him out of her flat and he was hammerin’ on the door and kicking it, trying to
break it down, calling her filthy names. I went upstairs to get him out.”
“Did you use force?”
“Didn’t need to. When he saw me coming he picked up his stuff—she’d
thrown his jacket and his shoes out after him—and just walked out past me. He
was stoned,” said Wilson. “Glassy eyes, y’know. Sweating. Filthy T-shirt with
crap all down it. I never knew what the fuck she saw in him.
“And here’s Kieran,” he added, his tone lightening. “Lula’s driver.”