to be unconnected interviews.''Well, I'm sorry you had to come such a long way.''It was quite a relief to get out of the station,' Anna said as she followed Honour back toward the stairs.As they entered the kitchen, Gordon was sitting on the sofa.'What time do you expect your husband home?' asked Anna.'That depends. If he has lectures, he's often quite late, as he stays in Oxford for dinner with his cronies.''Is he lecturing today?''I'm not sure.' 'Could you call him and ask?' Honour hesitated and then shrugged. She walked back out into the hallway. Anna looked at Gordon and then sat beside him. 'There's a room off the side of the kitchen: an office, or what looks like it—they've got computers and mobile phones in there, and ...' Anna wondered why Honour had gone into the hall and not used the room Gordon was referring to. 'Any photographs?' 'No.' This was strange—there were no photographs anywhere in the house. They remained silent as they heard Honour saying, 'Thank you,' to someone, then she walked back into the kitchen. 'He's not in his office; he left about an hour ago.' 'So is he on his way home?' 'Don't know.' 'Does he have a mobile you can call?' 'No, he hates them.' Anna stood up and looked at her watch: it was after five. She smiled and thanked Honour, and walked toward the back door. 'You have a lot of barns and outhouses.' 'Yes. Some we use, others are rented out to farmers who leave their tractors here occasionally. Do you want to walk around? Only it's a bit muddy underfoot.' They heard a car pulling up. Honour said it sounded as if her husband was home. Professor Damien Nolan was a tall man, at least six foot, dressed in a tweed suit, with a checked shirt and a thick knitted tie. As he walked in, he dumped a bulging briefcase on the floor. He was a handsome man, with dark hair flecked gray at the temples and sideburns. He was tanned and looked fit, almost athletic. 'Hello, there. I'm sorry, I did try and get home earlier, but I had a tormented student to deal with.' He smiled with white, even teeth; like his wife, he had a relaxed air about him. 'Is it too early to have a glass of wine.Anna refused, but he opened a bottle and poured himself one. Honour sat at the table watching him with open adoration. He stood beside her, resting one hand on the nape of her neck.'So, this is all very intriguing,' he said, smiling.While Anna explained the reason for the visit, Honour excused herself—she wanted to check the henhouse and close up for the night.Damien took his wife's seat as Anna joined him at the table; she went through the same scenario as she had done with Honour. Like his wife, Damien was shocked to hear about the death of Julia's husband, but had never met him, nor had he any knowledge of Donny Petrozzo, or Julia's ex-partner.'You know, Julia is a gorgeous woman but, to be truthful, she's a pain in the arse. On the few occasions she has stayed here, it was very tedious. One can't really have an intellectual conversation with her. The only thing she seems to be interested in, apart from herself, is her wardrobe.''What about her children?'He seemed nonplussed by the question and then shrugged.' I've not met them. To be totally honest with you, it's quite an area of...' He hesitated. 'My wife can't have children, so ...'Anna noticed the way he moved his long legs for comfort beneath the table. She wondered if he could possibly be the man in the Mitsubishi but then dismissed it: he was obviously in the peak of health, with no outward show of any injury.When Honour walked back in and went to the sink to wash her hands, Anna stood up.'Thank you both so much for your time,' she said, shaking the professor's hand. It was a strong firm grip. He was head and shoulders above her.'If there's anything else, do call,' Damien replied.Driving back down the now dark lane, night drawing in, Anna took a deep breath.'Nice couple,' Gordon said.'Yes, very nice.''Good-looking pair.''Yes.' Anna began to chew her lip. 'But there's something I don't feel easy about.''Really?''Yes. That place is a perfect hidey-hole; almost too perfect.''He drives a pretty rundown old Range Rover.''Yes.''They don't seem to have a lot of money.''No.' Anna didn't want to discuss them any further. She had a gut feeling there was a lot more beneath their relaxed and charming exterior. First thing in the morning, she would see how much she could dig up on the duo.It was nine when Anna got back to her office. She typed up her report, and then went to look over the incident board. A skeleton night duty was working and she saw that yet another of Cunningham's briefings was to be held at nine the following morning. As she was walking out, she noticed that Cunningham's office light was on. She decided she would go in to see her, just to make a show that, at nine-thirty, she was still busy. She passed the half-drawn blinds, looked in—and froze.Detective Chief Superintendent James Langton was sitting with Cunningham. She was leaning forward, listening, as Langton talked. The shock to Anna's system, seeing him, was like a panic attack. She didn't want to be caught listening, so she backed away. She had to gasp for breath and then skedaddle out fast, as Langton stood up as if he was about to leave. The last thing Anna wanted was a confrontation with him: she was simply not ready for it. She felt so inadequate as she hurried back to her office to collect her briefcase and coat. She had shut down her laptop, and was about to turn off the light, when she heard his laugh. Her heart was pounding as she heard Cunningham saying he could look over the incident board. She knew that if he decided not to, he would have to go past her window to leave and, if he looked into her office on the way, he would see her. She sighed with relief as she heard him saying that he would like to get up to speed.'Dear God,' she murmured, 'please don't let him come onto this case.' She physically jumped when her door was opened.Phil Markham looked in. 'You want a drink?''Yes,' she said, hastily grabbing her coat.' I'd love one.''See you in the pub, then.''I'll walk out with you.'He grinned and waited as she turned off her lights and shut her door. 'You see who's busy on this?' he said as they headed down the corridor.'No.''That guy Langton, the new Chief Superintendent. He's been holed up with the boss for hours.''Don't tell me he's taking over the investigation.''No way, he's got his hands full—there's a serial-killer case over in Hemel Hempstead—but he was certainly putting old Cunningham through the wringer. He was just going into the incident room when I left.'Anna relaxed as they entered the car park. She saw Langton's old, beat-up, brown Volvo parked erratically as usual across two spaces. 'You know, maybe I'll take a rain check on that drink,' she told Phil. 'It's been another very long day.'Phil looked at her, then shrugged. 'Okay. See you in the morning.''Yeah, see you then.'In the confines of her Mini, she started to breathe more freely, knowing she would not have to see Langton. She drove out of the station, longing to get home. Then she reprimanded herself. This had to stop.She
CHAPTER 10
Anna did some sporadic unpacking before having an early night. Just as she was turning her bedside light off, she remembered something: the scrawled writing found inside the map from the glove compartment in the Mitsubishi. The torn piece of notepaper had only numbers and odd letters written on it. She had copied the information down, but done nothing about it. She doubted if anyone else had, because it had not been brought up; the forensic team still had it to check for fingerprints along with the map. She closed her eyes, trying to recall what area the folded map was for, but couldn't remember. It was already after eleven-thirty; there was nothing she could do but wait until morning.Anna was the first of the team in the station. She went back over the incident board. There were the lists of items removed from the Mitsubishi, but no further details. Frustrated, she went into her office and called the forensic lab. She waited for what seemed an age before Pete Jenkins came onto the phone.'Morning, Pete. I'm sorry to be such an early bird, but can you give me any details on the map removed —''What?''It was sent over to you for fingerprints.''Christ, I don't think we've got round to it yet.''Is it at hand? Can you just check something for me?''Sure, like what?''Where is it for?''The map?''Yes, it's very important.'She waited another few minutes before he came back on the phone. 'It's still bagged up.''Can you just tell me if it's for Oxfordshire, that area?''Hang on.'Again Anna had to wait; then Pete was back on the line. 'That's right.''What about the note that was sent in?''Do you know it's only eight-thirty? I've not had my coffee yet.'Anna hadn't had any breakfast herself. She was getting impatient; even though she was certain she was correct, she wanted verification. Five minutes later, she got what she wanted. She gave Pete instructions to work on both items as soon as possible. He sounded tetchy, but she didn't care.'Do you want to have dinner with me again?' he asked.'Yes— yes, I do.' She was eager to get rid of him.'Talk to you later, then.'Anna replaced the phone and almost hugged herself. Before she could go up to the canteen, Gordon knocked on her office door. 'You got a minute?' he asked.'Just one, what is it?''I've had the photographs printed up.''What photographs?'Gordon held up his mobile phone. 'From when you went upstairs with Honour Nolan and I did a snoop job.'Anna looked impressed and then
