'Maybe he's telling the truth,' said the other man listlessly.
Galbraith smiled slightly. Kindness
Sumner blinked in alarm.
Galbraith straightened. 'The bastard drugged her, raped her-several times we think-broke her fingers because she attempted to release her daughter from the rucksack, then put his hands around her neck and throttled her. But she wouldn't die. So he tied her to a spare outboard his friend had given him and set her adrift in a partially inflated dinghy.' He thumped his fist into his palm. 'Not to give her a chance of life, William, but to make sure she died slowly and in fear, tormenting herself about what he was going to do to Hannah and regretting that she'd ever dared to take revenge on him.'
'I don't know why he didn't kill Hannah, except that he seems to be afraid of her. He says now that the fact she's alive is proof he didn't want Kate to die either, and he may have decided that as she was never going to be a threat to him he could afford to let her live. He says he changed her, fed her, and gave her something to drink from the bag that was on the back of the buggy, then took her off the boat in his rucksack. He left her asleep in the front garden of a block of flats on the Bournemouth-to-Poole road, a good mile from Lilliput, and seems to be more shocked than anyone that she was allowed to walk all the way back to the marina before anyone questioned why she was on her own.'
'On the trip back to Lymington he put everything overboard that could connect him in any way at all with Kate and Hannah-the dinghy holdall, Kate's clothes, her ring, the buggy, Hannah's dirty nappy, the rug he wrapped her in-but he forgot the sandals that Kate left behind in April.' Galbraith smiled slightly. 'Although the odd thing is he says he did remember them. He took them out of a locker after he left Hannah asleep on the cabin floor and put them in the buggy bag, and he says now that the only person who could have hidden them under the pile of clothes was Hannah.'
Sumner's eyes welled again but he didn't say anything.
'Why didn't you tell me Kate and Harding had had an affair?' Galbraith asked him.
It was a moment before William answered and, when he did, he lifted a trembling hand in supplication, like a beggar after charity. 'I was ashamed.'
'For Kate?'
'No,' he whispered, 'for myself. I didn't want anyone to know.'
To know what? Galbraith wondered. That he couldn't keep his wife interested? That he'd made a mistake marrying her? He reached over and took the telephone from Sumner's lap. 'If you're interested, Sandy Griffiths says Hannah's been walking around the house all day, looking for you. I asked Sandy to tell her I'd be bringing you home, and Hannah clapped her hands. Don't make a liar out of me, my friend.'
He shook with grief. 'I thought she'd be better off without me.'
'No chance.' He raised the man to his feet with a hand under his arm. 'You're her father. How could she possibly be better off without you?'
*27*
Maggie lay on the floor stretching her aching back while Nick meticulously poked a loaded paintbrush into all the nooks and crannies that she'd missed. 'Do you think Steve would have done it if Tony Bridges hadn't wound him up by smearing crap all over the place?'
'I don't know,' said Nick. 'The superintendent's convinced he's an out-and-out psychopath, says it was only a matter of time before his obsession with sex spilled over into rape, so maybe he'd have done it anyway, with or without Tony Bridges. I suppose the truth is Kate was in the wrong place at the wrong time.' He paused, remembering the tiny hand waving in the spume. 'Poor woman.'
'Still ... does Tony walk away scot-free? That's hardly fair, is it? I mean he must have known Steve was guilty.'
Nick shrugged. 'Claims he didn't, claims he thought it was the husband.' He dabbed gently at a spider and watched it scurry away into the shadows. 'Galbraith told me he and Carpenter hung Tony up to dry last night for keeping quiet the first time they interviewed him, and Tony's excuse was that Kate was such a bitch he didn't see why he should help the police screw her husband. He reckoned Kate got what she deserved for spouting off about the poor bastard's performance. He has trouble on that front himself, apparently, so his sympathies were with William.'
'And this man's a