‘You’d rule out Chris Gleave?’
‘Difficult to see past his alibi. Or find a motive.’
‘What if Warren took up with Roz again after finishing with Gail? Suppose he used the garden job as cover for the affair? Could that be what drove her husband away?’
‘And then she took a dislike to the way he was planting the hollyhocks?’
‘You can’t expect me to hand you a solution on a plate like one of them armchair detectives.’
‘I’m disappointed in you, Les.’
‘All right, then. If you run out of ideas, how about this? All of them were in on it. The whole bloody village.’
She laughed. ‘No chance. This is Cumbria, we have narrow-gauge crimes. Not the conspiracy killings you get on the Orient Express.’
The world was turning upside down. Kirsty had been drunk a few times in her life and she remembered the ground tilting under her feet, the dizzy sense of being out of control. Somehow she’d stumbled back home from Keepsake Cottage, but she could recall nothing about the journey except the blaring of a horn when she’d nearly walked under a car’s wheels.
Tears stung her eyes. She wandered aimlessly around the kitchen; a couple of times her hips bumped against the edge of the breakfast bar. Her leg hurt; she’d barked her shin and not even noticed. A mirror on the wall distorted her features, like something out of a fairground. How ugly she was. Red-faced, fat and repulsive. How could she ever have imagined that Oliver would want to touch her? They had no future together, that was for certain.
The house seemed like a foreign land, she’d forgotten where everything was. Her stomach hurt; she hadn’t had any lunch, but she wasn’t in the mood for eating. This was one of those times when even chocolate couldn’t solve a thing.
It would have been better all round if that driver hadn’t swerved to avoid her. At least before you got drunk you could relish the buzz of the alcohol. She felt dazed, as though someone had clubbed her on the head. In a way, someone had.
Roz Gleave was a friend, how could she be so cruel? What she said, how could it be true?
Yes, she had to cling to that. It couldn’t be true.
‘Are you sure?’ Miranda asked as Daniel kept his eyes on the winding road. ‘I mean, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want. Isn’t she, darling?’
‘That’s very generous of you.’ Louise, curled up in the back of the car, spoke over Daniel’s muttered assent. ‘I’m so grateful for your hospitality, so glad I came. But I ought to get back home. Term will be starting soon.’
‘You’re going back to the college?’
‘It’s what I’m paid for. And I need to prepare.’
‘Well, if your mind’s made up…’
‘I just need to check the train times.’
‘All right, if you insist. But you will come back and see us again soon?’
‘Promise.’
Daniel gripped the steering wheel tight. He sensed Miranda relaxing beside him and stole a glance at her. A sleek smile of contentment played on her lips.
Hannah’s mobile trilled the opening bars of ‘I Say A Little Prayer’ as Les wandered out of the office. Her home number showed up on the tiny screen. She couldn’t resist a frisson of apprehension. Marc rarely called her at work.
‘I wanted to let you know, I’ll be out till late this evening,’ he said.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘Nothing.’ He sounded puzzled. ‘Remember I told you that Leigh’s looking to change the decor in the cafeteria? When I’ve locked up, we’ll be setting off for Morecambe to meet the designer. Don’t wait up.’
We’re always too busy for each other, she thought. Usually it’s my fault. But tonight of all nights…
‘Are you OK?’
‘Yes, yes. There’s — just something I want to discuss with you, that’s all.’
‘It can keep till tomorrow, can’t it?’
‘I’d rather we had a word tonight.’
He didn’t quite manage to suppress a sigh. ‘OK. I’ll aim to be back by eleven at the latest. You haven’t got to go away on another weekend management course, have you?’
‘See you later.’ She switched off the phone before he could ask any more questions.
Daniel achieved his aim of arriving early at The Heights and the bar was empty when they walked in. Bel Jenner bustled out to confirm the table reservation and did a double take when she saw him. Another tribute to the reach of television. She’d caught a couple of his programmes, she told him. History had always fascinated her, it was her favourite subject at school, not that she was much of a one for studying.
Oliver was duly brought out for introductions to be performed and he insisted that the first round of drinks was on the house. Bel joined Daniel and Louise on the sofas in the lobby by the restaurant while Miranda indulged in a jokey flirtation with Oliver across the bar counter. The headache had vanished, Daniel noticed. She was back in control and soon her laughter was ringing across the room, drowing the dulcet tones of Astrud Gilberto singing Jobim classics. Louise didn’t have much to say, or perhaps she simply struggled to get a word in edgeways. Bel loved to chat and within a quarter of an hour Daniel had learned more about The Heights, Old Sawrey and the local populace than he could have picked up in a hundred Internet searches.
He mentioned working on the cottage garden and consulting a local firm. ‘Flint Howe Garden Design. Do you know them?’
‘Everyone knows everyone round here, Daniel. Compared to Old Sawrey, Brack is Los Angeles. Tina Howe’s daughter Kirsty works for us as a waitress. Lovely girl. You’ll meet her later, I hope. She rang an hour ago to say that she’s feeling off colour but she still hopes to come in. I told her not to worry, and make sure she gets herself right, but she absolutely insisted. A touch of the sun, I suppose, but that’s the kind of person Kirsty is, she hates to let anyone down.’
‘I met her brother through Peter Flint.’
Bel pursed her lips. ‘Yes, Sam’s a bright boy, though you wouldn’t necessarily guess it from speaking to him. As Kirsty says, he does like to pretend he’s a closer relative of the ape family than the rest of us. He made a mess of his exams and left school at the first opportunity, though if you listen to his mother, he had the brains to go to university. But working for Peter isn’t necessarily a waste of talent. You can make decent money out of gardening these days. Nearly as lucrative as plumbing if you’re any good. I know when the seal on our upstairs shower perished and the water was trickling down the…’
Unwilling to be diverted into reminiscences about rapacious tradesmen, Daniel said, ‘You’ve known the Howes a long time?’
‘As long as I can remember. Kirsty’s a super girl. Brave, too. She loves skydiving, she’s jumping for charity tomorrow, as it happens. I suppose she felt that if she wasn’t fit this evening, I might be cross if she was well enough to fling herself out of an aeroplane tomorrow afternoon. But really, I said to her, if you’re not up to working, that’s fine. Waitressing isn’t an easy job, Daniel. You need your wits about you. As well as doing the work with a smile on your face and making sure you keep your customers satisfied.’
‘I gather her father died in — terrible circumstances.’
Bel flushed. ‘Did Peter mention that?’
‘What happened?’ Louise asked.
‘He was murdered,’ Daniel said, keeping his eyes on Bel. ‘Hacked to pieces with his own scythe whilst he was working on a client’s garden.’
‘Jesus. Not the best advertisement.’
‘It was a very unhappy time.’ Bel’s head was bowed, her tone mournful and subdued, as though she were whispering during prayers. ‘You read about that sort of thing in the papers, you might expect it in cities like Leeds or Manchester, I suppose. You never imagine it happening on your own doorstep.’
‘You knew Mr Howe?’
