“Yes.”
“And I just thought, ooh, there’s this story Gaby once mentioned and…I didn’t realize that she’d told me in confidence.”
“So what was it? One of her family got murdered?”
“No. It was a school friend of her mother’s. I don’t know the details. Just that it was before Marie had married Howard and it all got involved with other things – ”
“Other things?”
“Other things that were happening to the family. It was a dreadful time for them, I gather. Gaby’s grandfather died round then – before she was born, so she never met him. And then her grandmother
“Breakdown?” Carole echoed coldly. With her deeply neurotic mother and now a grandmother who’d had a ‘breakdown’, perhaps Gaby’s own stability could not be guaranteed. She seemed fine, but Carole Seddon was the kind of neurotic who had a great fear of mental illness. “Do you know any more details, Stephen?”
“No, that’s it, really.”
“But you don’t know the name of the girl who was murdered?” He shook his head. “Or, come to that, who murdered her?” Another shake. “Or, indeed, whether anyone was ever caught for the crime?”
“I do know that. Gaby said they got the man who did it.”
“But that’s all she said?”
“Afraid so. Sometimes I think I’m very insensitive, Mum.”
He would never know how much that carelessly dropped ‘Mum’ meant to her. “I think I know Gaby, and I think I know how she’ll react to things, and then I do something crass like that – mentioning this murder that she’d only told me about in confidence.”
“Don’t worry. Nobody knows anything about their partner when they get married. Finding out about each other is both one of the great pleasures – and one of the great pains – of marriage.”
Stephen looked at her. She knew he wanted to ask whether she’d found that when she’d been married to his father, but fortunately Stephen’s recent awareness of his own occasional insensitivity stopped the words from coming out.
“Hm.” Carole reached across to pick up his plate. “I’ve made a treacle tart for pudding.”
“Ooh, my favourite.” Stephen sounded about five.
His mother paused for a moment in her clearing. “It must be horrible for Gaby – feeling that someone’s targeting her, that someone has an unhealthy interest in her.”
“Yes. She was trying to sound bouncy this morning on the phone, but it’s clearly got to her.”
“And you’ve absolutely no idea what the reason could be? Who the intruder could be?”
“No.” Stephen was silent, again weighing up how much he should tell. Again, he came down on the side of further revelation. “Look, I may as well tell you this, because you’re going to find out sooner or later. I don’t know whether it’s got anything to do with the burglary, but whenever anything odd happens in Gaby’s family – ”
“By ‘odd’ you mean ‘criminal’?”
“Possibly. The fact is that her brother – Phil – well, he’s been in trouble with the police a few times.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Nothing major. Petty theft. Stealing cars. I think he has a bit of a drug habit.” Stephen blushed again. “I feel guilty saying this, but Gaby did say I should. She said better you know a bit about Phil before you actually meet him.”
“I see. Have you met him?”
“Yes, and he’s a perfectly nice lad. A bit brash, maybe, and he looks a bit of a thug, but he’s amiable enough. The story is that since he’s got the warehouse job in Hoddesdon, he’s a changed character, back on the straight and narrow, but…well, he does have this history.”
Suddenly Stephen looked very vulnerable, a sight Carole had not seen since he was a small boy. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“What are you apologizing for?”
“Involving you in this. It’s Gaby I’m marrying, not her family.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Stephen. It’s not a problem. Gaby’s adorable. She’s absolutely right for you. And all families have their secrets and black sheep and what have you. I mean, Howard and Marie probably think I’m rather odd.”
“Hm…No, I’m sure they don’t.”
Carole wouldn’t have minded if he’d come in a bit quicker with that reassurance.
“So…Gaby has a brother who’s occasionally been on the wrong side of the law. That’s not her fault, I’m sure,” Carole went on, her confidence more for Stephen’s benefit than because she felt it, “that I’ll get on fine with Phil. On the other hand, though – why on earth would he have wanted to break into his sister’s flat?”
“I’ve no idea. I should think it’s extremely unlikely that he’s got anything to do with the break-in. It’s just, as I say, in the Martin family, whenever something happens that’s odd…”
“Or criminal?”
“Mm. Phil is the first suspect.”
“Which might explain why Gaby is unwilling for the police to come and inspect her flat?”
“Yes, Mum. I think it might.”
Carole had only momentary qualms about sharing with Jude what Stephen had told her. As soon as his BMW disappeared down the road, she was round at Woodside Cottage. Only after she had rung the doorbell did she remember that Jude had a guest.
But, to Carole’s relief, there was no sign of Gita when Jude ushered her into the cluttered sitting room.
“Fancy a glass of wine? I’ve got some open in the fridge.”
“Well, I did actually have some with Stephen at lunchtime.”
“All the more reason. Come on, it’s Sunday,” said Jude as she disappeared into the kitchen.
When they were both set up with a glass of white wine, Carole announced, “What I’m saying is in confidence, but I think I should tell you, because it may be useful background – you know, if Gaby does come and see you…”
“What?” Jude was bemused, and about to say that of course Gaby had already been to see her, when she remembered the girl’s stricture about not telling Carole. So she changed her tone and asked, “About her back, you mean?”
Carole nodded. “You’ve often said that bad backs are caused by tension.”
“Frequently, yes.”
“So I thought it might be useful for you to know what’s making Gaby tense.”
Jude had her own theories about this, but she waited to hear what Carole had to say.
“The fact is, there’s no problem between her and Stephen, which I must say is a relief. But there are things in her family which may be upsetting her.”
“Ah.” Jude wondered if she was about to hear more details of what had happened round the time of the Martins’ marriage, the ‘things’ which Gaby didn’t want brought ‘back to life’, which ‘should have been long forgotten’.
She was disappointed. “Gaby’s brother apparently is a bit of a delinquent.”
How characteristic of Carole to use that slightly dated word. “He’s called Phil – short for Philip, I assume. Got a police record, that kind of thing. Only for minor offences, but all the same – I think Gaby could be worried that Phil might do something to disrupt the wedding.”
“What kind of thing?”
“I don’t know.”
Jude took a sip of her wine, thinking again about Gaby’s words when she had been lying on the couch. “Did Stephen say anything about the Martins’ past? Was there anything unusual, you know, round the time they got married?”
“I don’t think so, no. Well, apart from the murder.”
Jude’s brown eyes widened. “Apart from the murder’? That was rather casually said. What on earth do you mean?”
Carole brought her neighbour up to date with the little information she had received from her son on the
