product is a small, but exquisite, one-carat diamond.’
The only one to smile was Sealy.
‘And if you’re quick’ — he looked at his watch — ‘I can do the PM
… p.m.’ He took back his vacuum flask and strutted towards his car as if he’d knocked out the heavyweight champ.
Diamond arranged with Halliwell to oversee the removal of the body to an undertaker’s van already parked nearby. The duty of observing the post-mortem also fell to Halliwell.
Diamond said, ‘Ingeborg.’
‘Guv?’ She was about to pick up the crate and return it to Dr Sealy’s car.
‘Leave that.’
‘But he’s going to forget it.’
‘Yes.’
Ingeborg had recently treated herself to one of those bug-shaped Fords known as a Ka, comfortable once Diamond had persuaded his bulk into the passenger seat and drawn the belt across. He asked her to drive him to the house in Walcot.
‘Tell me about the men in this lady’s life.’
‘The one I met is Ashley Corcoran, her partner. He’s cool.’
Aware that the last word had refinements he hadn’t kept up with, Diamond said, ‘Which is…?
‘In control. No panic. He strikes me as responsible, if a little too laid back,’ she told him. ‘He’s great with the kids. He collects them from school every day. Reads to them at bedtime.’
‘What’s his job?’
‘Composing theme music for television. He’s got a Steinway piano and all kinds of synthesisers and stuff.’
‘Swish place, then?’
‘A converted warehouse close to the river. Made me envious.’
‘But he wasn’t too worried about his partner’s disappearance?’
‘He said she’d be back. She’d always valued her freedom and he respected that, or some such.’
‘Leaving him with her kids?’
‘No problem, apparently.’
‘So was he annoyed with Delia’s mother for reporting her missing?’
‘He just smiled and said she’s a worrier.’
‘With good reason, it turns out. Did you sense anything suggesting this man could be violent?’
‘Absolutely not.’
They were already across Pulteney Bridge. Ingeborg was a nifty driver.
‘And what did you discover about the other guy, the father of the girls?’
‘Not a lot. Only his first name, which is Danny.’
‘Not much to go on.’
‘Ashley Corcoran said he’d never asked. I can believe that’s true.’
‘He is cool. What are the girls called, then? They must have a surname.’
‘Williamson. They use the mother’s name.’ She turned right, off Walcot Street, and drove into the cobbled yard that fronted Ashley Corcoran’s stylish residence.
‘By the way,’ he told her as he got out, ‘leave the questions to me.’
There’s money in television. The Corcoran residence had a varnished oak door with coach-lamps either side. The chime was the opening of Beethoven’s Fifth. In the moment before it was answered, Diamond took stock. This was a unique situation that had to be handled right. He’d be breaking the news, but not all the news. He’d be telling Corcoran that his partner had been found dead, hanging from a swing, no more. No suspicion that anyone else was involved. The man’s reaction would be worth noting. Any possible sign of guilt would be subtle, not to be missed. Even a glimmer of relief at this stage would tell Diamond he was speaking to a murderer.
The door was opened by a long-haired man in a black kaftan and white jeans. He was rubbing his eyes as if he’d just woken.
Then he recognised Ingeborg. ‘Oh, you.’
Diamond showed his warrant card and asked if they could come in.
A hand through the hair, matted brown hair that looked as if it could do with a wash. ‘Is it about Delia?’
Diamond nodded. ‘So shall we speak inside?’
The interior was open plan, a vast space with toys for all the family: giant teddies, an exercise bike, plasma television, a music system and the grand piano. Corcoran led them across the wood floor to an area with a large Afghan rug surrounded by sofas.
‘This is bad news, I take it. Is it the worst?’
‘I’m afraid so.’ Diamond sketched the circumstances. He said he couldn’t say for certain that the woman in the park was Delia Williamson, but she closely resembled the photos.
People given news of sudden death are often reduced to one-word questions — When? Where? How? — and this was how it played with Ashley Corcoran. No hint of foreknowledge. He was cool, as Ingeborg had said, yet anxious to hear precisely what had been discovered.
‘I’ll be asking you to identify her later,’ Diamond said. ‘Probably not today.’
‘Is she still…?’
‘Being driven to Bristol by now.’
‘Whatever for?’
‘The post-mortem.’
‘I see.’ Still cool.
‘There are two daughters, I’m told.’
‘At school until three thirty.’ Corcoran raked a hand through his hair. ‘Oh, God, I’ll have to tell them.’
‘That had better wait until we’re a hundred per cent certain. What about their father. Where’s he?’
‘I said I’ll tell them. They treat me as their dad.’
‘Yes, but he’s got to be informed.’
‘I guess you’re right.’ Corcoran’s thoughts were played out on his face. ‘This changes everything.’
‘Has he been seeing his daughters?’
‘He’s written them off.’
‘I gather you don’t know his surname or present address?’
‘Danny? No idea.’
‘Would Delia have it written down somewhere?’
‘Can’t say. Far as I know, she hasn’t heard from him in years.’ He opened his hands in appeal. ‘Listen, I can keep the girls, can’t I?’
‘They’ll need someone else, at least while things are sorted out. Their grandmother sounds like a caring person. She was the one who notified us that Delia was missing.’
‘Amanda’s OK,’ he said. ‘A worry-guts, that’s all.’
Diamond moved the conversation on. ‘Is it possible Delia left a suicide note somewhere in the house? Nothing was found in the park.’
‘I haven’t seen one.’
‘Have you looked? I understand you weren’t too concerned that she went missing.’
He shifted in his seat. ‘That makes me sound uncaring. I didn’t dream she’d do anything like this.’
‘Was there an argument before she left?’
‘No. We were fine.’
‘But she lives here. Has she gone missing before?’
‘We don’t keep tabs on each other.’ Corcoran sighed. ‘Look, I’m a musician. I’m on a deadline for a new TV drama. I work unsocial hours, right? I find night-time is the most creative. We don’t see so much of each other when I’m working.’
‘Are you saying you didn’t notice she was gone?’
He shrugged. ‘The first I knew was when Amanda called me yesterday afternoon.’
‘Excuse me butting in, guv,’ Ingeborg said, unable to stay silent, ‘but what about the girls? How did they get
