white nothingness, the next, the blue gate is beside them and they can see the three houses, their roofs rounded with snow. The security light comes on as they park outside. Everything else is in complete darkness. It is two a.m.
‘The houses either side are empty,’ says Cathbad.
‘I know.’ Judy switches off the engine. ‘I wouldn’t live here in a million years.’
Outside it is so cold that Judy feels her heart clench with shock. Cathbad, though, seems fully recovered. He jumps down and makes for the front door. The wind is stronger here and the snow has formed fantastically shaped drifts, almost as high as the windows.
‘Shall I knock? The bell’s not working.’
‘Cathbad?’ Judy hates herself for this but she’s scared. Suddenly too scared to move another step. ‘What if-’ She stops.
Cathbad takes her hands. Despite the cold, his hands are very warm. ‘Judy,’ he says. ‘You are strong. You are a wonderful, strong human being.’
And the weird thing is, she does feel strong. Strong enough to wrench herself free from Cathbad and hammer on the door. ‘Open up!’
The sound echoes inside the house. Then silence. Judy and Cathbad look at each other.
‘We’ll have to force the door,’ says Judy. ‘I’ve got a crowbar in the jeep.’
Cathbad holds up his hand. ‘Shh.’
Very slowly, the door opens. The chain is still on and a small voice calls, ‘Who is it?’
‘Police.’ With shaking hands, Judy pushes her warrant card through the gap in the door.
There is a rattle as the chain comes off and they see a blonde girl, very young and scared, a blanket wrapped round her shoulders.
‘I’m Sergeant Judy Johnson. DCI Nelson sent me.’
‘I know you, don’t I?’ says Clara. ‘You were at the party the other night.’
‘Where’s the baby?’
‘Upstairs.’
Judy bounds up the narrow stairs. She isn’t scared now, adrenaline rushes though her. Whatever she is about to see – and during the drive she has imagined every horror possible – she can cope with it. She flings open the door to Ruth’s bedroom and can just make out the cot by the bed. She switches on the overhead light and strides across the room. Kate is lying on her side, a pink blanket pulled up to her chin. She is breathing steadily. Judy takes off her glove and touches the baby’s cheek. It is warm. Kate whimpers.
‘What’s going on?’ Clara is standing behind her. She still sounds scared.
‘You didn’t answer your phone. DCI Nelson was worried.’ Judy is already punching in his number.
‘I was asleep.’
‘Boss?… Yes, she’s fine, I’m looking at her now… of course I’m sure… yes, I’ll tell her… okay.’
Clara is looking at her, almost in awe. ‘How did you get here?’
‘I’ve got a four-by-four.’
‘Why is that druid with you?’
‘I’ll explain in a minute. Any chance of some tea?’
But when they get downstairs the druid has already made tea. The sofa is covered with bedclothes so they sit at the table by the window. There is an odd intimacy between the three of them, sitting at Ruth’s table, in Ruth’s house, drinking Ruth’s tea. Looking after Ruth’s baby. Clara cradles her mug in both hands, staring dreamily into space. Cathbad puts two sugars in Judy’s cup, which is odd because he hasn’t asked whether she takes sugar. She does.
‘Did you tell Nelson?’ he says.
‘Yes.’
‘Did he say thank you?’
‘No.’
‘Was Ruth with him?’
Judy catches Cathbad’s eye. ‘Yes.’
‘The boss wants me to stay the night,’ Judy says to Clara. ‘Is that okay with you?’
Clara shrugs. ‘Suit yourself. There are two beds upstairs. A single and a double.’ She looks curiously from Judy to Cathbad.
‘I’ll take the double,’ says Judy.
Ruth is leaning forward, her head between her knees. Nelson’s voice seems to come from a long way off.
‘Are you feeling any better?’
‘Yes.’ With an effort, Ruth straightens up. ‘It’s just the relief. Knowing that she’s safe.’
‘I know.’ Nelson runs his hand though his hair until it stands up like a crest. He’s quite grey now, Ruth notices. His chin is dark with stubble. It must be nearly morning, she thinks.
‘What did Judy say again?’
‘She’d seen Kate. She was sleeping peacefully.’
‘And Clara?’
‘She’d been asleep on the sofa.’
‘Do you think she might have killed Dieter Eckhart?’
‘It’s possible.’ Nelson rubs his face. ‘Stabbing is usually a crime of passion. You say she’d written in her diary that she wanted to kill him?’
‘Yes. I didn’t read any more.’ Ruth points at the little book on the bedside table.
‘I’ll take that with me tomorrow. The scissors too, though they’ll have our prints all over them.’
Ruth shudders. ‘I still don’t like to think of her in the house with Kate.’
‘I told Judy that she or Cathbad had to sleep in the room with her.’
‘What on earth was Cathbad doing there?’
Nelson shrugs. ‘You know Cathbad. He always turns up when you least expect him.’
They both think of other occasions when Cathbad has turned up, just in time to save or be saved. Cathbad is magic, Erik used to say. He certainly seems able to materialise at will.
‘I should go back to my room,’ says Nelson. He picks up Ruth’s watch from the bedside table. Half past two.
‘Yes,’ she says. But neither of them moves.
Ruth thinks that Nelson says something under his breath, but she doesn’t hear. She shuts her eyes, moving towards Nelson as his lips close upon hers.
CHAPTER 24
In the end, Judy opts for the single bed. She just doesn’t like the idea of sharing a room with a baby. What if Kate wakes up crying? That, to Judy, is more terrifying than the hooded figure on the road.
‘It’s all right,’ says Cathbad. ‘I’ll sleep in there.’
‘I’m sorry,’ says Judy. ‘I’m just not very maternal.’
Cathbad looks at her. ‘I wouldn’t say that.’
‘Do you have children?’ asks Judy.
‘A daughter.’ Cathbad’s voice drops. ‘I didn’t see much of her when she was growing up. I’m trying to make up for it now.’
They are standing, whispering, on the landing. This, like the snow and the tea earlier, makes them seem ridiculously intimate, as if they’re flatmates or having what Judy’s nieces would call a ‘sleepover’.
‘I’m not sure I want children,’ she says. ‘It’s such a responsibility.’
‘What does your fiance think?’
Judy hesitates. How does Cathbad know she’s getting married? Has he noticed her engagement ring? There’s
