All the Colors of Darkness

“What would that prove?” asked Annie.

“If the blood on Mark Hardcastle’s body is Laurence Silbert’s, and no one else’s, then it would go a long way toward proving the murder-suicide theory.”

“A long way, but not the whole way,” Annie argued. “If Hardcastle found Silbert dead, his natural instinct would be to touch him, hold him, try to revive him, something like that. Maybe that’s how he got 4 2 P E T E R

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Silbert’s blood on him. But someone else could still have killed Silbert first. Then we’d have a murder and a suicide, but we’d also have a murderer still loose.”

“A good point, DI Cabbot,” said Gervaise. “DCI Banks?”

“I still think forensics should be able to tell us a great deal more about what happened. Stefan?”

“True,” said Nowak. “And we’re working on it. We’ll try to get the blood work done as soon as possible, but you know what the labs are like on weekends.”

“What about fingerprints?” Banks asked.

“The only fingerprints Vic Manson’s lifted from the cricket bat so far are Mark Hardcastle’s. And the bat belonged in the room, by the way. There was a special stand for it by the sideboard, brass plaque and all. We also have unidentified prints from the sitting room and other parts of the house, of course, but they could take forever to eliminate.

We’ll be running them all through NAFIS.” Nowak paused. “I hesitate to express an unsupported opinion here,” he went on, “but this crime scene doesn’t look like a murder committed by an interrupted burglar. In fact, it doesn’t appear that the house was burgled at all.

There’s a great deal of valuable stuff there, original paintings and antiques in particular, even some rather expensive bottles of wine, Cha-

teau d’Yquem and the like, but none of it seems to have been removed.

Of course, without a list of everything, we can’t be completely sure, but . . . Anyway, the attack on that body was emotional and deeply personal, and the only room that seems to have been damaged or disturbed in any way was the drawing room, and that’s entirely consistent with a frenzied attack occurring there, which is what we have.”

“Any signs of forced entry?” Banks asked Annie.

“No,” she said. “Only by us. Doug and I had to break a window in the back door to get in.”

“What about the neighbors? Anybody see or hear anything?”

“Uniform branch talked to most of the people on the Heights this afternoon,” Annie said, “and so far nobody admits to seeing or hearing anything. But that’s hardly surprising,” she went on. “The houses are detached, many are walled, and the people are insular, cautious.

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pockets. Money buys you all the solitude you want.”

“Yes, but they like to be vigilant, don’t they?” Banks said. “Neighborhood watch and all that.”

“Not in this case,” said Annie. “Though we can be pretty certain that someone would have noticed if anyone had wandered over from the East Side Estate.”

“So if it was murder,” Banks theorized, “it could well have been someone who looked as if he fitted into the community.”

“I suppose so,” Annie said.

“I don’t suppose anyone saw a bloody figure in an orange T-shirt getting in a dark green Toyota and driving away from 15 Castleview Heights on Friday morning?” asked Superintendent Gervaise.

“No,” said Annie. “Nobody saw anything. They don’t want to get involved.”

“Do you think someone’s lying?”

“It’s possible,” Annie said. “We’ll be talking to them all again, and there are still a couple we have yet to track down, people who’ve gone away for the weekend. I wouldn’t hold out much hope, though. Perhaps the one bright spot is that some of the houses have surveillance cameras, so if we can get hold of the tapes . . . Anyway, one or two reporters were sniffing around this afternoon, too, so word is spreading fast. We’ve tried to delay them by telling them we can’t release the victim’s name until next of kin has been informed—which should have been done by now—but they’ll be able to work out whose house it is easily enough. We’ve left a couple of PCs guarding the gate and another inside.”

“Good,” said Gervaise. “I’ll handle the press. Do we know anything about the mother?”

“Not yet,” said Annie. “Not even her name. But it’s something we’ll be following up on. The Gloucestershire police said they’d inform her as soon as Harry Potter phoned them around lunchtime.”

“Have we found anyone who actually knew Silbert and Hardcastle yet?”

“We’re still working on that, too,” Annie said, a trace of irritation in her voice. “Certainly no one we’ve talked to so far admits to having them over for drinks or dinner on a regular basis. The closest seem to 4 4 P E T E R

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be Maria Wolsey and Vernon Ross at the theater, and neither of them knew Silbert well. Judging by the kitchen and dining area at Castleview Heights, Silbert probably did a fair bit of entertaining. He was sophisticated, obviously well-educated, a man of great discernment, and probably quite wealthy, though the suggestion is that his mother’s