'A clear conscience?' suggested Deacon.
Harrison dropped his butt to the grass and ground it out with his toe. 'You're a romantic, Mike. This is the end of the twentieth century, and people don't have consciences anymore. They have clever solicitors instead. Do you seriously think Amanda would have told us about James if she hadn't been charged with Nigel's murder?' He shook his head. 'The pressure's been building up on her to account for James's disappearance, and she can't afford two separate trials for two separate murders. She might be found innocent once, but never twice, and the last thing she wants is for us to unearth James
Deacon didn't answer immediately, and they stood in silence watching the police industry in the river. 'How did she find out it was Nigel who sent her the photocopy about the fraud?'' he asked then.
'He rang to offer his sympathy after James disappeared, and mentioned it then. He said he wanted to warn her that James might be arrested but couldn't do it officially because of his position on the board. She denies your theory about him having a hold over her,' he went on. 'She says Nigel knew nothing about James's death, and claims their relationship had always been amicable until he forced his way into her house and raped her.'
Deacon gave a low laugh which was whipped away by the wind. 'She can't say anything else, not if she wants to plead self-defense.'
Harrison eyed him curiously. 'Why are you so keen to prove it wasn't?'
'I'm not anymore.'
'I don't follow.'
Deacon trod his own butt into the ground. 'I'm only interested in her admission that she killed James. As far as Nigel's concerned, I'd say he got what he deserved whether he raped her once or a hundred times.'
'But you're damn sure it was the latter.'
'Yes.' He thrust his hands into his pockets to keep them warm. 'I think he owned her body and soul because he knew she'd murdered her husband. I've spoken to Lawrence's partner and he describes de Vriess as an animal. He says Nigel wouldn't have hesitated to abuse a woman he had a hold over.' He lifted an amused eyebrow. 'Look, there had to be some reason for the bastard's murder.
Harrison made a wry face. 'Where's the evidence? Justice isn't served by idle speculation.'
'It is in this case,' countered Deacon amiably. 'Justice was served the minute she admitted to killing James, and you can thank Billy Blake for that. He's the one who persuaded her to talk.'
'You're not going to tell me she killed him as well?'
'No. Billy died of self-neglect.'
'What's your theory on why Nigel gave Billy her address?'
'He didn't. Nigel was abroad the last two weeks in May.' He thought back to the bitter woman who had spilled her heart out to him a few days before. 'It was Fiona who told Billy how to find Amanda.'
There was sudden activity in the water as a diver surfaced and gestured excitedly to the watchers on the bank. Harrison moved forward with the group of policemen, leaving Deacon free to cross the twenty-yard gap that separated him from Amanda Powell. She was watching him, not the river, and he felt the pull of her attraction just as he had the first time he met her.
He often wondered why he didn't go to her.
Instead, he retraced his steps up the slope without a backward glance.
THE STREET, FLEET STREET, LONDON EC4
Lawrence Greenhill
23 Wharf Way
London E14
22nd January, 1996
Dear Lawrence,
What can you tell me about the following? I came across it last night in your diary.
Terry says it's fate. Is it? Or is this your God at work? I should have put you at the center of my chart, and not Billy Blake, for it was you who held the key to both stories. Billy was 'still searching for truth' while you have always known it.
Yours ever,