Abby gave a little jump of shock. ‘Like who?’
‘A girl about your age, actually.’
‘Then it’s a lie!’ She sounded distressed. ‘Dean wouldn’t have taken no other girl apart from me on the bike.’ She pulled up her sleeping bag and drew it around her shoulders, leaving only her head and skinny legs exposed. The black gladiator sandals she wore were too big around her bony ankles.
‘Let’s just suppose for a moment he did. Do you have any idea who it could have been?’ Lorraine asked.
Abby shrugged.
‘And you really can’t remember where you got Dean’s ring from?’
Abby twisted away from them. She clearly wanted them to leave so she could burrow back into her pit of misery, even though she wasn’t supposed to be in the shelter at this time. The volunteer on duty, Derek, hadn’t insisted Abby leave with the others. It was hard not to feel sorry for her.
Suddenly, Abby sat up straight. ‘That girl who works here, there’s this boy she hangs out with, yeah?’
‘Go on,’ Lorraine said, interested suddenly.
‘He gave me the ring. He told me Dean would have wanted me to have it.’
‘What does the boy look like?’ Adam asked.
‘You know, just a boy. Skinny, shaggy blond hair. He’s the one gave Lenny money to nick the laptop. Everyone here knows that.’
Lorraine took her purse from her bag and pulled out a photograph. ‘Is this him?’ she said, showing her a picture of Freddie.
‘Yeah, that’s him,’ Abby said confidently.
Lorraine and Adam looked at each other.
‘And the girl he hangs out with, what’s her name?’
‘Lana,’ Abby said. ‘Lana Hawkeswell.’
There was a flash of pleasure on her skinny face before she burrowed back down under the bag. It was clear the chat was over.
‘Now what?’ Lorraine said, buckling up her seatbelt and starting the car.
Adam opened a bottle of water and drank half of it in one gulp. He shook his head. Neither of them wanted to believe the implications. ‘Freddie gets Lenny to steal a computer. Let’s assume it’s not because he just wanted a computer, rather he wanted that computer.’
‘But we know Sonia was borrowing Tony’s laptop that day because hers was being repaired. So which one was he after?’
‘If Lana was involved in the theft, she would have known which computer was which and told Freddie.’
‘And Freddie’s bike was found where Lenny died, and his top too,’ Lorraine said with a sigh as they headed up the hill towards Radcote and home. ‘Greg should get the lab results on the blood back any time now.’
Ten minutes later they were back in Jo’s kitchen. Jo was sobbing. Alison, the FLO, was there, trying to comfort her. Another young male officer in uniform was standing awkwardly beside them.
‘What’s happened?’ Lorraine said, crouching next to Jo.
It was only then that she noticed Greg Burnley in the corner by the cluttered pine dresser. She caught his eye and nodded perfunctorily.
‘It’s about the blood on the jacket, ma’am,’ Alison said.
The other officer cleared his throat.
‘What about it?’ Lorraine steadied herself on a chair, caught suddenly by a rush of adrenalin.
‘The lab has confirmed it as Lenny Jackman’s blood,’ Burnley said, stepping out of the corner. ‘I’m afraid Freddie is now a suspect in relation to Lenny’s death.’
‘Not the suicide you were so certain of then?’ Lorraine said, having detected a note of satisfaction in his voice as he condemned her nephew.
‘Plus the pathologist’s report conclusively shows that Lenny died of head injuries before the train hit him.’ Burnley’s hands were clasped in front of his stomach, where his belly strained over his belt. ‘So not a suicide, no.’
Jo gasped. Alison offered her a sip of water, tissues, a hand to clasp, but she refused them all.
Lorraine frowned, thinking everything through. ‘It’s hard to believe that Freddie was involved, but . . .’
She took a deep breath, feeling faint suddenly. Work and home had finally merged – something she’d always tried to avoid. She and Jo looked at each other, although they weren’t really seeing themselves. Between them, they were seeing Freddie.
Adam handed her a glass of water, and Lorraine took a couple of sips. She was hot, dehydrated, and felt very tired.
‘I believe Freddie’s laptop is in his bedroom,’ Burnley went on with a nod to Alison, who had been up there on her previous visit.
Jo looked up. Clumps of mascara had made U shapes beneath her eyes. ‘Yes,’ she said weakly.
‘We’ll be seizing it and any other property we see fit,’ Burnley informed them. ‘It’s in yours and Freddie’s interests, so we can rule him out.’
Alison and the other officer took this as their cue and left the room with a large bag, no doubt containing an evidence kit.
Lorraine put her head in her hands. She didn’t know whether to stay with Jo or go after them. In the end, she decided Jo needed her more.
33
‘I CAN’T BELIEVE he hasn’t come home,’ Jo said. She’d barely eaten the last few days, although between her and Adam, they’d made sure she’d sipped water, taken showers, changed her clothes. Apart from that, her existence was on lock-down.
‘Jo . . .’ Lorraine said. A piece of limp pizza sat on her plate. Adam had been out to fetch it, but only Stella was eating. She’d taken several slices and gone into the living room to watch television. ‘We need to talk, Jo.’
Lorraine glanced at Adam and he got up and left, taking his wine with him. They’d opened a lunchtime bottle in the hope it would help them relax, perhaps allow Jo a few hours’ sleep. Lorraine was also hoping it might get her to confide a few things. They were finally alone, Malc having gone to door-knock around the village again. Clearly, he couldn’t bear to be idle.
‘We went to the shelter earlier, wanting to find out about Dean’s mystery girlfriend.’
Jo looked at her sister, heavy-eyed, picking at the crust of her pizza with her nail. She obviously had no intention of eating it. ‘What’s that got to do with finding Freddie?’
‘Hear me out. There were a few lads hanging around the shelter and they told us Dean had been seeing someone called Abby. She was there so we chatted to her.’
‘I still don’t understand.’
‘Do you know anyone called Abby Grey?’
Jo shrugged. ‘Sonia will, I expect. She knows everyone at New Hope.’
‘The thing is, Jo, she was wearing a ring on a chain.’
‘So?’
‘It was exactly the same skull ring that Gil put in his drawing. Abby described the person who gave it to her and it sounded just like Freddie. I showed her a photograph of him and she confirmed it was him.’ Lorraine waited for it to sink in. ‘Apparently Freddie told Abby that Dean had wanted her to have the ring, meaning he must have had contact with Dean before he died.’
Jo was crying again. ‘Why is everyone out to blame Freddie for everything? Are you saying he killed Dean too?’
Lorraine shook her head. ‘No, no, of course I’m not, but this is too significant to ignore. Abby was also certain that the boy who gave her the ring was the one who paid Lenny to steal the computer from New Hope.’
Jo was silent. Lorraine could see it in her eyes, batting about the news, just as she was in her own mind.
‘Jo, can you think of any reason why Freddie would want to get hold of Tony’s laptop?’
‘No,’ Jo replied immediately. ‘Freddie’s not a thief.’
‘No, but he’s your son and he loves you. He might want to protect you or help you if he thought—’
‘How would he know Sonia just happened to have Tony’s computer that day?’ she said indignantly. ‘If he’d wanted to delete pictures or whatever, surely there are easier ways to do it – by visiting Lana for instance or . . . or—’
‘What pictures, l
ove?’
Jo frowned. ‘I don’t know. For Christ’s sake!’
‘Jo—’
‘Lana probably told him to nick it. I don’t know. Maybe she wanted her dad’s computer for something. Stop fucking blaming Freddie for everything!’
‘No one is, Jo. And I agree, I think Lana is involved in some way. With her admitting to being on the motorbike with Dean, and now this, it’s puzzling. But if you know there’s something on that computer that Freddie wanted to get hold of, then it’s vital you tell me. Now, Jo.’ Lorraine leant in close to her sister. ‘For Freddie’s sake.’
‘At least she admitted she’d done something stupid,’ Lorraine said later. She and Adam were in their bedroom because Jo was downstairs having a much-needed sleep, the wine having done its job. ‘It’s worrying, Adam. Very worrying indeed. You don’t think Freddie really did harm Lenny, do you?’
‘Shh,’ he said, pulling her close.
‘But what if Lenny turned nasty, demanded loads of money for stealing the laptop, and Freddie hurt him accidentally?’
‘Then it was probably self-defence.’
‘And that damned visor helmet.’ Lorraine shook her head. ‘Burnley actually did his homework. It was confirmed as exactly the same make and type as the helmet that was stolen with the bike. Along with his drawing, I don’t doubt Gil was at the scene.’
Lorraine sat down at the dressing table. She’d brought Jo’s laptop up to the bedroom, wanting to take another look at the CCTV footage of the front of the pub. Since they’d spoken to Abby, there was something about it that was troubling her.
‘I can slow it right down,’ she said, adjusting the settings in the movie player. The scene resolved on the screen and Lorraine sped through it until she got to the point where the motorbike was leaving the pub.
Adam was checking his phone, keeping half an eye on the footage.
‘Here they come,’ Lorraine said. ‘Two people on the bike – a male and a female.’ She slowed the speed right down, played it back several times. ‘There. Did you see?’ she said finally.
Adam leant in and watched as she played it again.
‘Look at the girl’s shoes,’ she said. ‘Recognise them?’
She waited while Adam thought.
‘No, I don’t,’ he said.
Lorraine half laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. ‘Well, I recognise them,’ she said. ‘They’re the sandals Abby was wearing earlier. No doubt.’
34
‘ABBY’S ALIBI CHECKED out,’ Lorraine said, hanging up from the phone call. The French doors were open and she and Adam were sitting out on the terrace. She stared down at the mossy flagstones her father had laid decades ago. ‘Gem Mason and her mother both confirmed that Abby was with them the night Dean died. Apparently Gem is on probation at the moment so was being overly helpful. She showed the attending officer Facebook pictures of the two of them together that night. He was satisfied she was telling the truth.’
Adam nodded thoughtfully. They could hear Jo banging about in the kitchen. She hadn’t slept for much more than an hour and was now keeping busy by hacking up and throwing every vegetable in the fridge into a huge pot along with some chicken and red wine. The smell of frying onions and garlic drifted outside.
Lorraine glanced through the doors at her and then leant in towards Adam. ‘The photos Jo told me about of her and Tony,’ she whispered. ‘She said they were pretty, you know, hardcore.’
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ Adam said, rolling his eyes.
‘They’d had a fair bit to drink, apparently. It happened here, when Malc was working in London.’
Lorraine felt sorry for Jo, but was also furious with her. She understood that she must have been very unhappy to do something so reckless, but allowing Tony to take those pictures was inexcusable.
‘Put them on Facebook, did he?’ Adam asked.
‘He might as well have done. Jo says he began to pressure her soon afterwards. You know, wanting to see her more often, take more risks. He told her he was lonely, that Sonia had become cold and empty.’
Lorraine gazed around the garden. It seemed an age since she’d sat there with Jo on their first morning the previous weekend. They’d had so much planned and she’d been looking forward to it – a week in the country soaking up some sun and relaxing. How wrong she’d been.
‘I take it he’d threatened to tell Malc if she didn’t comply.’
Lorraine nodded sadly.
They quietened as Malc came out through the glass-paned doors. His usually neat dark hair was messy and standing up, and his skin had lost its natural tan, seeming sallow and washed-out. Even his six-foot height seemed diminished as he stood there, hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans. His expression showed just how concerned he was about his stepson.
‘Isn’t there anything else the local police can do?’ he said, dropping down into one of the wrought-iron chairs. He leant back and closed his eyes.
‘Greg Burnley might be a git, but he’s not going to mess up procedure on this one,’ Lorraine told him. ‘He’s got a good team supporting him. They’re doing all the right things.’
Malc opened his eyes. ‘If you don’t mind me saying,’ he said slowly, ‘you both seem quite preoccupied with those two deaths that happened around here recently. Should I be worried too?’
‘It’s all been rather surprising, Malc, to tell you the truth,’ Lorraine said. ‘Not long after I arrived with Stella last weekend, Gil told me something that made the Dean Watts suicide theory seem pretty unstable.’
‘I read about him dying in the paper,’ Malc said, sighing. ‘You do know about the six kids from around here who all did the same thing eighteen months ago, don’t you?’
Lorraine was already nodding. ‘Yes, and I was there when Lenny stole Tony’s laptop from the homeless shelter. Again, at first glance, his death appeared to be a suicide. But not now. As you know, Freddie seems to have been involved, plus we have other forensics results. It certainly wasn’t suicide.’
‘I just can’t believe Freddie would hurt anyone,’ Malc said, helping himself to some of the tea from the pot on the table.
‘Me neither,’ Lorraine replied.
‘What if the other deaths weren’t suicide either?’
‘Malc, mate, you should have joined the force.’ Adam laughed. They’d always got on well.
‘I’d be a useless cop,’ Malc said. ‘Too trusting, me. But don’t tell me you haven’t considered it.’
‘You’re right,’ Lorraine said, holding up her hands, ‘we have considered it. I’ve even spent hours at the Justice Centre going over the old files, looking for possible links, but the only thing that stood out was that the final two boys, Simon and a lad called Jason Rees, were about three or four years older than the others. They didn’t really fit the age demographic.’
Malc was thoughtful for a moment. ‘You do know about those two, I take it?’
‘Know what?’ Lorraine leant forward in her chair.
‘Well, I mean, don’t hold me to it. Kids talking, hearsay and all that.’ Malc seemed slightly embarrassed.
‘What, Malc?’
‘Brian – I play darts with him,’ Malc explained. ‘His son started the rumour.’ He drank some of his tea. ‘Jason Rees was a regular at New Hope. He was a right drop-out by all accounts, although hadn’t always been. Apparently he came from a well-heeled background at one time. Anyway, he lost the plot, got into drugs, and ended up at the shelter. This was before Sonia got involved with the place, by the way. That only happened after she lost Simon.’
‘You know an awful lot about village goings-on for a City man,’ Adam remarked.
‘One night a week in the Old Dog was all it took. What else do you talk about over a pint and a few games of darts?’ He grinned fondly, as if he wished he could take time back. ‘Turns out that Jason and Simon had a thing together. God knows how or where they met as their lives were worlds apart.’
‘That’s even more tragic
,’ Lorraine said.
‘Simon wasn’t happy at university, everyone knew that. He was planning on quitting and going travelling with Jason as soon as they’d got some money together. The word was, after Simon died, Jason couldn’t bear to live without him so killed himself too.’
There was silence, just the occasional sounds of Jo clattering in the kitchen, as Lorraine thought through the implications.
‘That makes me even more certain that those two deaths were unrelated to the previous four,’ she said after a short while.
‘Maybe you’re right,’ Malc said. ‘Brian told me Tony was bereft losing his son. But he never talked about him being gay.’ Malc shook his head. ‘You’ve met Tony. You know what I mean.’
‘I do,’ Lorraine replied thoughtfully, sipping on her tea.
Greg Burnley almost seemed pleased to see them, Lorraine thought as they walked through the open door of his office. He looked up from his desk and smiled, his eyes narrowing to wrinkly slits in his tired, puffy face. She knew he’d been working extra-long hours recently.
‘News?’ she said. Burnley had summoned them to the office.
‘Not of Freddie, I’m afraid. But Sonia’s alibi for Gil doesn’t check out.’
‘Didn’t she say she was with him on the night of the crash?’ Lorraine said, thinking back several days.
Burnley nodded. ‘One of my constables investigated. She claimed she’d rented two movies from the shop in Wellesbury that afternoon and then gone to the grocery store next door to get ingredients for a curry. She was having a night at home with Gil, apparently.’
‘Sounds plausible enough,’ Lorraine commented. She understood why Sonia would want to protect Gil.
‘Yes, except that the rental shop had no record of anyone from Sonia’s address taking out movies that night, or even that week. She claimed she paid for the groceries in cash.’
‘Gil’s prone to wandering off,’ Lorraine said. ‘He could easily have gone walkabout when Sonia and Tony were asleep.’
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