43
The Sweetmans’ house was big – a Victorian monstrosity, with three floors and a turret on the roof. There were lights on in some of the downstairs rooms and a window on the ground floor stood open. Zoe leaned out of the open passenger window and took in every detail. ‘Isabelle doesn’t know Kelvin.’ She wound up the window and turned to her sister. ‘Does she?’
‘No.’
‘Well, that’s his Land Rover. That’s the registration the PNC gave me this afternoon.’
Sally fumbled for her phone. Her face had gone pale. ‘He doesn’t know Isabelle, but he does know Millie.’
‘He knows
She hit a fast-dial key and held it to her ear. ‘She was up at his house one afternoon.’
‘What the hell was she doing there?’
‘She was with me one day when I was working for David – but she knew Kelvin before. She and the others used to go up there. I think they used to torment him. Peter and Nial and Sophie and Millie. And Lorne too, probably, they all used to-’
She put her finger to her lip. The phone must have been answered. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Shut her eyes and put her fingers against her forehead. ‘Uh, Millie,’ she said, after a moment or two. ‘It’s Mum. I’m at Nial’s. I need you to call me the moment you get this message. The moment.’ She hung up and dug her thumbnail into the space between her two front teeth. ‘The phone battery keeps running out. I’ve been meaning to replace it.’
Zoe was staring at Sally’s face. ‘Sally? Did you just tell me they used to
‘Yes. Why?’
She turned and gazed back at the Land Rover. What, she thought, if all along Lorne hadn’t met Kelvin through the clubs but through Millie’s gang and the days they used to go up to the cottage and torment him? She could imagine someone like Peter Cyrus doing it – she could imagine Kelvin’s rage.
‘Shit,’ she hissed. ‘Call Nial.’
‘What?’ she said numbly. ‘Sorry?’
‘Just
Shakily Sally scrolled through her contacts. She found the number and dialled.
‘Put it on speaker.’
She did, and the two women sat, heads together, looking at the display flashing. After four rings the call connected.
There was a muffled noise at the other end. Then, clearly, someone breathing. A word, so slurred it was impossible to hear it. A male voice.
‘
More breathing. A noise. Like something soft being banged against glass. Then the phone went dead. Sally turned her eyes to her sister.
‘
‘Shit.’ Zoe slammed her hands on the dashboard. Her head dropped back against the seat. ‘Jesus,
But the shock had hit Sally. Her face was white and she had started to shake. ‘
‘No.’ Zoe shook her head. ‘It doesn’t mean that at all.’
‘
‘Sally.’ She grabbed her sister’s arm. ‘Keep it together. You know why I’m not calling the police. Ben’s on his way and we can do this. We can.’
‘Oh, God.’ She put her face in her hands. ‘Oh, God, I can’t.’
‘We
‘There’s a garage, but…’ She waved vaguely behind her. ‘In the boot. There’ll be something in there. Oh God, he’s going to kill her.’
Zoe got out of the car. What warmth had accumulated during the day now radiated up into the open sky, as if it wanted to reach the stars. It was freezing. Really and truly freezing. She left the car door wide open and went silently to the back, throwing cautious glances at the lights of the Sweetmans’ house shining through the trees. There wasn’t a sound. All she could hear in this lonely farm land was the vague hum of cars going by on the distant road. But what kept reverberating in her ears was the noise in the background of that phone call.
‘Here.’ She grabbed the hammer for herself and carried the axe back to Sally, who took it dumbly, staring down at it as if she had no idea where it had come from or how it had got there.
‘Call me on your phone. On my work number.’
She did as she was told, trembling. Zoe scooped the work phone out of her pocket and when it began to ring hit the
‘No. He’s in Dubai and she’s – I don’t know. I don’t know, I can’t remember, but miles away.’
‘Where’s the main living area?’
‘In the back. The kitchen.’
‘What’s on the next floor?’
‘I d-don’t know. Four bedrooms, I think. The front one on the left is Nial’s and that’s Sophie’s on the right. There’s a bathroom in between them.’ She looked woodenly at the axe and at the phone in her hand. Still linked to Zoe’s. ‘What’s going to happen, Zoe? What’re we going to do?’
‘I’m going to go into the house. We keep the line open. Don’t, whatever you do, speak to me. No matter what. But do listen. If it sounds like I’m in trouble, all bets are off. Kill this call and get straight on to the police. It’s the only way – we’ll deal with the fallout later.’
‘Oh, Christ.’ Sally shook her head. Her teeth were chattering loudly. ‘Oh Christ oh Christ oh Christ.’
44
Over her two years in uniform, and then on occasion in CID, Zoe had done hundreds of searches, not knowing what to expect. She’d lost count of the stairwells she’d crept down, CS gas at the ready, the car boots she’d clicked open, not knowing what might explode out at her. She’d always been rock steady. Not even a waver. Even when a crack addict in St Jude’s had jumped out at her in a multi-storey car park waving a syringe in her face and screaming about the devil and Jesus and police cunts and