collected from estate agents: details of properties for sale in and around Bath. He would be doing his paperwork on the train to London.
She typed another sentence, then said, “At least she admits everything.”
“Four years too late.”
“I felt quite sorry for her, and she’s a murderer.”
He was unmoved. “She didn’t show much sympathy for Mount joy, stuck in Albany for the past four years.”
“He’ll get a quick release, won’t he?”
“Don’t know,” he said. “The wheels grind slowly. The CC promises a report will go straight to the Home Office.”
“After I’d taken the statement, I asked her about Mount-joy,” Julie said. “If he was on her conscience, I mean. She said when she read about him in the papers, the violence he used on women, she reckoned he deserved every day he spent in prison.”
“That misses the point, Julie. Prue Shorter isn’t the law.”
“I didn’t say I agree with her.”
She went back to her typing.
“We ought to have a drink,” he suggested.
She said, “If it doesn’t seem too ungrateful, I’d like to get this out of the way. I don’t want to hold you up.”
“Can I fetch you a coffee before I go?”
“No, thanks.”
“Cheer up. The news isn’t all bad,” he said.
“What do you mean-the prospect of you getting your job back?” Oddly she didn’t sound cheered up.
He left to catch the next train.
