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.Blair lagged behind.Typical, he was going to leave it all to her.‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ Sue injected the correct note of sympathy into her voice.‘Loss? What the hell are you talking about?’‘You were expecting us, I thought you knew.’‘Of course I expected you.Paul said he’d report it.I’ve been waiting for you to get in touch since yesterday.’‘What was he going to report?’ Sue glanced at Blair and caught him smirking.She glared, making a mental note to deal with him later.‘That damn woman came here and assaulted me.She wouldn’t leave until I gave her Paul’s address.She’s mad.She’s always been mad.Thank goodness Paul left her when he did.’Sue knew she should tell Patricia Carnegie about her son’s death, but she needed to get the details of the woman’s complaint first because it might have a bearing on the murder.‘OK, let’s start at the beginning and I’ll note everything down.’ She pulled the notebook from her shoulder bag.‘Who assaulted you?’‘Paul’s ex-wife, that’s who.It was a great day when he got rid of her, I’ll tell you.’‘When did the assault take place?’‘That would be yesterday, round about 4 o’clock.’Sue wrote Tuesday 13 March, 4pm, in her notebook.‘What happened when she arrived.’‘She assaulted me.I told you.’‘Why did she assault you?’‘She wanted Paul’s address and I wouldn’t give it to her.’‘So what exactly happened? What did she do to assault you?’‘She forced her way into my house.I asked her to leave but she became aggressive.She shook me and punched me and grabbed my hair.’ Patricia paused for breath.‘Then she threatened to set light to my hair, so I had to give her the address to get rid of her.I thought she’d give my hair back but she threw it into a tree and I had to get Paul to come and get it back for me.’Sue looked up from her notebook.‘Your hair?’‘Yes.’ Patricia patted it.‘I wear a wig you see, and now she’s ruined it.’ Tears streamed down her face.‘I want her punished.She can’t do things like that and get away with it.’‘I see.’ Sue closed her notebook and placed it in her bag.‘That wasn’t why we came to see you, but I’m glad you’ve told us about this assault, and I’ll certainly look into it for you.’Patricia scrubbed her wet cheeks with the back of her hand.‘What did you come to see me about?’‘I’m afraid it’s bad news,’ Sue said, hesitating before she continued, ‘and I’m afraid there’s no easy way to say it, but your son’s body was found today, and I’m afraid he’s dead.’‘I knew that mad bitch was up to something,’ Patricia Carnegie screamed.‘She’s murdered my son, my lovely Paul.’‘We’re sorry for your loss,’ Sue said, but Mrs Carnegie was too busy screaming to listen.‘Is there anyone we can ask to come and be with you?’‘No! Get out and leave me be.’Chapter Thirty-FourBill followed Kate out of the flat.They’d got as much information as they could out of May Fraser before they left with a promise the search for Megan would take priority.Kate turned to him as soon as the door slammed shut.‘Looks as if Diane Carnegie has some explaining to do.’ She fastened her top button before thrusting her hands into her pockets.‘Seems like it.’‘Is that all you’re going to say? I’d like to know what you’re thinking.Is Diane Carnegie our killer?’‘It certainly looks as if things are pointing that way, but somehow I can’t quite see it.’‘You said she was mentally unstable.’Bill shrugged.‘Yes, but it’s more in the nature of a fragility rather than a full blown mental condition.’‘Whatever, we still need to bring her in for an interview.’ Kate strode off down the walkway until she reached the blue police tape.‘I’m sorry, ma’am, but I have instructions not to let anyone pass.’ The young constable shuffled his feet, his uncertainty showing in his posture.‘You know who I am?’ Kate snapped.‘Yes, ma’am, but I have instructions.’‘Rubbish,’ she said.‘Give me a pair of those bootee things so I can go inside.’ She grabbed them from him, lifted the tape and ducked under it, then vanished out of sight into Paul Carnegie’s flat.Bill stared after her.He felt sorry for the guy, but the constable had been no match for Kate.She was a strong, determined woman and Bill wasn’t even sure he was a match for her.However, he was starting to respect her, because of the competent way she handled things.He just wished she wasn’t so black and white in her outlook.She seemed convinced Diane was responsible for the murder but, despite his earlier suspicions, Bill wasn’t sure.He thought about how Diane had presented, and all he saw was a vulnerable woman grieving so much for her missing daughter it had affected her mental state.What he couldn’t see was Diane lifting her hands to hurt anyone.She was more of a victim than a perpetrator.Taking her in for questioning would only increase her anxiety levels and might flip her over the edge into a deeper depression.He would have preferred the questioning to take place sympathetically and in a place where Diane would feel safe.Or at the very least prepare her for the ordeal ahead.But he doubted Kate would agree to that course of action.Kate rejoined him after a few minutes.‘Nothing for us to do here until the SOCOs are finished.’ She peeled the bootees off her feet and handed them to the constable.‘What about the computer? We promised Mrs Fraser the search for Megan would be our top priority.’‘It’s taken care of.Colin sent it to Headquarters as soon as he’d taken his photos and dusted it for prints.’Bill noted Kate’s use of the chief crime investigator’s first name with interest.It hadn’t taken Kate long to build that bridge.He wondered if she’d ever get round to using his first name, or whether he was fated to be Murphy forever.‘I’ve alerted Jenny to start looking for Megan among the girls in his photo collection, and to pinpoint where the photos might have been taken.After that we can look at the other photos in his file and see if we can identify any of them.’ Kate headed for the stairwell.‘Come on, we need to get back.’* * * *Sue hesitated with her hand on the car door handle and turned to look back at the house.‘Well, that was interesting,’ she said.‘She’s weird.’ Blair walked round the bonnet of the car, opened the door and subsided into the passenger seat.‘Oh, I see you’ve found your tongue.I’d begun to think I’d brought along a puppet.’‘No need to be sarky,’ Blair muttered, fastening his seat belt.‘You were doing so well, I didn’t want to butt in and maybe shut her up.’‘OK, what did you think?’‘Weird.I wouldn’t want her for my mother.’‘Apart from that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Blair lagged behind.Typical, he was going to leave it all to her.‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ Sue injected the correct note of sympathy into her voice.‘Loss? What the hell are you talking about?’‘You were expecting us, I thought you knew.’‘Of course I expected you.Paul said he’d report it.I’ve been waiting for you to get in touch since yesterday.’‘What was he going to report?’ Sue glanced at Blair and caught him smirking.She glared, making a mental note to deal with him later.‘That damn woman came here and assaulted me.She wouldn’t leave until I gave her Paul’s address.She’s mad.She’s always been mad.Thank goodness Paul left her when he did.’Sue knew she should tell Patricia Carnegie about her son’s death, but she needed to get the details of the woman’s complaint first because it might have a bearing on the murder.‘OK, let’s start at the beginning and I’ll note everything down.’ She pulled the notebook from her shoulder bag.‘Who assaulted you?’‘Paul’s ex-wife, that’s who.It was a great day when he got rid of her, I’ll tell you.’‘When did the assault take place?’‘That would be yesterday, round about 4 o’clock.’Sue wrote Tuesday 13 March, 4pm, in her notebook.‘What happened when she arrived.’‘She assaulted me.I told you.’‘Why did she assault you?’‘She wanted Paul’s address and I wouldn’t give it to her.’‘So what exactly happened? What did she do to assault you?’‘She forced her way into my house.I asked her to leave but she became aggressive.She shook me and punched me and grabbed my hair.’ Patricia paused for breath.‘Then she threatened to set light to my hair, so I had to give her the address to get rid of her.I thought she’d give my hair back but she threw it into a tree and I had to get Paul to come and get it back for me.’Sue looked up from her notebook.‘Your hair?’‘Yes.’ Patricia patted it.‘I wear a wig you see, and now she’s ruined it.’ Tears streamed down her face.‘I want her punished.She can’t do things like that and get away with it.’‘I see.’ Sue closed her notebook and placed it in her bag.‘That wasn’t why we came to see you, but I’m glad you’ve told us about this assault, and I’ll certainly look into it for you.’Patricia scrubbed her wet cheeks with the back of her hand.‘What did you come to see me about?’‘I’m afraid it’s bad news,’ Sue said, hesitating before she continued, ‘and I’m afraid there’s no easy way to say it, but your son’s body was found today, and I’m afraid he’s dead.’‘I knew that mad bitch was up to something,’ Patricia Carnegie screamed.‘She’s murdered my son, my lovely Paul.’‘We’re sorry for your loss,’ Sue said, but Mrs Carnegie was too busy screaming to listen.‘Is there anyone we can ask to come and be with you?’‘No! Get out and leave me be.’Chapter Thirty-FourBill followed Kate out of the flat.They’d got as much information as they could out of May Fraser before they left with a promise the search for Megan would take priority.Kate turned to him as soon as the door slammed shut.‘Looks as if Diane Carnegie has some explaining to do.’ She fastened her top button before thrusting her hands into her pockets.‘Seems like it.’‘Is that all you’re going to say? I’d like to know what you’re thinking.Is Diane Carnegie our killer?’‘It certainly looks as if things are pointing that way, but somehow I can’t quite see it.’‘You said she was mentally unstable.’Bill shrugged.‘Yes, but it’s more in the nature of a fragility rather than a full blown mental condition.’‘Whatever, we still need to bring her in for an interview.’ Kate strode off down the walkway until she reached the blue police tape.‘I’m sorry, ma’am, but I have instructions not to let anyone pass.’ The young constable shuffled his feet, his uncertainty showing in his posture.‘You know who I am?’ Kate snapped.‘Yes, ma’am, but I have instructions.’‘Rubbish,’ she said.‘Give me a pair of those bootee things so I can go inside.’ She grabbed them from him, lifted the tape and ducked under it, then vanished out of sight into Paul Carnegie’s flat.Bill stared after her.He felt sorry for the guy, but the constable had been no match for Kate.She was a strong, determined woman and Bill wasn’t even sure he was a match for her.However, he was starting to respect her, because of the competent way she handled things.He just wished she wasn’t so black and white in her outlook.She seemed convinced Diane was responsible for the murder but, despite his earlier suspicions, Bill wasn’t sure.He thought about how Diane had presented, and all he saw was a vulnerable woman grieving so much for her missing daughter it had affected her mental state.What he couldn’t see was Diane lifting her hands to hurt anyone.She was more of a victim than a perpetrator.Taking her in for questioning would only increase her anxiety levels and might flip her over the edge into a deeper depression.He would have preferred the questioning to take place sympathetically and in a place where Diane would feel safe.Or at the very least prepare her for the ordeal ahead.But he doubted Kate would agree to that course of action.Kate rejoined him after a few minutes.‘Nothing for us to do here until the SOCOs are finished.’ She peeled the bootees off her feet and handed them to the constable.‘What about the computer? We promised Mrs Fraser the search for Megan would be our top priority.’‘It’s taken care of.Colin sent it to Headquarters as soon as he’d taken his photos and dusted it for prints.’Bill noted Kate’s use of the chief crime investigator’s first name with interest.It hadn’t taken Kate long to build that bridge.He wondered if she’d ever get round to using his first name, or whether he was fated to be Murphy forever.‘I’ve alerted Jenny to start looking for Megan among the girls in his photo collection, and to pinpoint where the photos might have been taken.After that we can look at the other photos in his file and see if we can identify any of them.’ Kate headed for the stairwell.‘Come on, we need to get back.’* * * *Sue hesitated with her hand on the car door handle and turned to look back at the house.‘Well, that was interesting,’ she said.‘She’s weird.’ Blair walked round the bonnet of the car, opened the door and subsided into the passenger seat.‘Oh, I see you’ve found your tongue.I’d begun to think I’d brought along a puppet.’‘No need to be sarky,’ Blair muttered, fastening his seat belt.‘You were doing so well, I didn’t want to butt in and maybe shut her up.’‘OK, what did you think?’‘Weird.I wouldn’t want her for my mother.’‘Apart from that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]