'Deprived childhood, huh?'
'There's more than one kind,' Fay said. 'Not many ley-lines where you came from, I suppose.'
'You just had to work harder to find them,' Powys said, stiffening as Fay clipped the hedge to avoid an oncoming lorry.
'Bloody loony.'
Could she, he wondered, really be referring to the innocent lorry driver?
'How long has he known Jean Wendle?'
'Who?'
'Your dad. He was sitting next to Jean Wendle. In church.'
After a moment. Fay trod on the brakes. The Fiesta was almost in the middle of the road The driver of a BMW behind hem blasted his horn and revved in righteous rage.
'What?'
She didn't seem to notice the middle-aged, suit-and-tie-clad BMW driver thrusting up two furious fingers as he roared past.
'Jean Wendle,' Powys said. 'The healer.'
Fay gripped the wheel tightly with both hands, threw her head back and moaned.
'Oh God, Joe. That was Jean Wendle?'
'It was.'
Fay unclipped her seat-belt.
'Would you mind taking over, before I kill us both? I think I've made the most awful fool of myself.'
Alex had given Murray Beech the usual can of Heineken, and this time Murray had snapped it open and drunk silently and gratefully.
'You heard my sermon,' Murray said. They were in the living-room at the back of the house in Bell Street. The vicar was slumped in an armchair. He looked worn out.
'And you heard my daughter, I suppose,' Alex said.
'What was the matter with her?'
'You tell me, old boy.' Alex had once been chaplain to a rehabilitation centre for drug addicts; Murray reminded him of the new arrivals, lank-haired, grey-skinned, eyes like mud.
'What did you think of my sermon?'
'Good try,' Alex said. 'Full marks for effort. Couple of Brownie points, perhaps, from the town council. Then again, perhaps not. What d'you want me to say? You and I both know that this fellow Goff's congregation's going to be a bloody sight more dedicated than yours.'
'Sour grapes, eh?'
'You said it, old chap.'
'I don't know what to do,' Murray said, desolate.
Alex sighed.
'I could be good at this job,' Murray said. 'Anywhere else, I could be really good. I'm a good organizer, a good administrator. I like organizing things, running the parish affairs, setting up discussion groups, counselling sessions. I've got ideas. I can get things done.'
'Archdeacon material, if ever I saw it.'
'Don't laugh at me, Alex.'
'Sorry.'
'You see, I did what I thought was right in the context of my position in Crybbe. The sermon, I mean. I expected people to come up to me outside. You know… Well said, Vicar, all this. I thought I was echoing their own thoughts. I know they don't like what's happening at the Court.'
'How d'you know that?'
'Not from listening to them talk, that's for certain. They don't even seem to talk to each other. No chit-chit, no street-corner gossip. Do you think that's natural? Nobody said a word to me today. I was standing there holding out a hand, thanks for coming, nice to see you, hope you're feeling better now, the usual patter. And some of them were taking my hand limply, as if I was offering them a sandwich at the fete. Then they'd nod and trudge off without a word. No reaction in church either except for Fay's outburst and the boy, Warren Preece, who was staring at me with the most astonishing malevolence in his eyes.'
'Which boy's that?'
'Warren Preece? The Mayor's grandson, the younger brother of the chap who drowned in the river. Looking at me as if he blamed me for his brother's death.'
'Doesn't make much sense, Murray.'
'Didn't to me, either. I tried to ignore it. Perhaps it was nothing to do with his brother. He's a friend of the girl, Tessa Byford. You remember I asked you about exorcism.'
'Oh. Yes. How did that go?'
'You haven't heard anything, then?'
'Nothing at all, old chap. Didn't it go well?'
'You're sure you haven't heard anything? You wouldn't be trying to save my feelings?'
'Sod off, Murray, I'm a Christian.'
Murray said. 'That girl's seriously disturbed. Tessa Byford. The Old Police House. I think I'm talking about evil, Alex. I think I was in the presence of evil. I think she invited me in to flourish something m my face. As if to say, this is what you're up against, now what are you going to do?'
'And what did you do?'
'I ran away,' Murray said starkly. 'I got the hell out of there, and I haven't been back, and I'm scared stiff of meeting her in the street or a shop because I think I'd run away again.'
'Oh dear,' Alex said.
Murray leaned his head back into the chair and closed and opened his eyes twice, flexing his jaw.
Alex said, 'I seem to remember asking you what you thought were the world s greatest evils.'
'I expect I said inequality, the Tory government or something. Now I'd have to say I've seen real evil and it was in the eyes of a schoolgirl. And now, I don't know, in a boy of eighteen or nineteen. What does that say about
'Perhaps it says you've grown up,' Alex said. 'Or that you've been watching those X-rated videos again. I don't know either. I've been fudging the bloody issue for years, and now I'm too old and clapped out to do anything about it. Perhaps, you know, this is one of those places where we meet it head-on.'
'Crybbe?'
'Just thinking of something Wendy said. May look like a haemorrhoid in the arsehole of the world, but the quiet places are often the real battlegrounds. Some of these New Age johnnies are actually not so far off-beam when you talk to them. You come across Wendy?'
Murray loosed blank.
'Strict Presbyterian upbringing,' Alex said. 'No nonsense. Yet she apparently cures people of cancer and shingles and things with the help of an egg-shaped oriental blob called Dr Chi. Now, I ask you… But it's all terminology, isn't it. Dr Chi, Jesus Christ, Allah, ET… There's a positive and a negative and whatever all this energy is, well, perhaps we can colour it with our hearts. Pass me another beer, Murray, I don't think I'm helping you at all.'
'I thought you weren't supposed to drink.'
'Sod that,' said Alex. 'Look at me. Do I seem sick? Do I seem irrational?'
'Far from it. In fact, if you don't mind my saying so, I've never known you so lucid.'
'Well, there you are, you see. Dr Chi. Little Chink's a bloody wonder. And there's you trying to drive his intermediary out of town. We think we're so smart. Murray, but we're just pupils in a spiritual kindergarten.'
'I think I'm cracking up,' Murray said.
'Perhaps you need to consult old Dr Chi as well. I can arrange an appointment.'
Murray stood up very quickly and headed for the door. 'Don't joke about this, Alex. Just don't joke.'
'Was I?' Alex asked him innocently. 'Was I joking do you think?'
