them to appear, sipped their Chilean Chardonnays and brought each other up to date on their investigations.
What Jude had found out from Wally Grenston seemed pathetically little in the retelling. “Couldn’t be more contrast between the two families,” Carole observed when her friend had finished. “Joe Bartos is very closed in, just him and his daughter…though now of course just him…and it doesn’t sound as though Kyra had many friends… whereas the Lockes seem to do everything as a pack.”
“Did you find out how many children there were there?”
“The way they talked there seemed to be hundreds. Nathan’s certainly got at least one brother, and Dorcas has an identical twin sister. Mind you, it’s doubly confusing because they’ve all got nicknames. And they have that quality close families often have, of assuming that everyone knows all about them, so it wasn’t easy to work out who was who.”
“Did you discover whether the Lockes had actually met Kyra Bartos?”
“Eithne had, but only by accident. And, given how his parents kept going on about how liberal they are, and how they wouldn’t mind him having a girlfriend in his room…well, that might suggest the boy deliberately kept them apart.”
“He wouldn’t have been the first young man to have done that,” Jude mused. “A new relationship being seen as a new beginning…particularly if it represented getting away from a family where he wasn’t happy.”
“The Lockes would have denied stoutly that Nathan wasn’t happy. They seemed to have this…I’m not quite sure how to explain it…pride, I suppose. Pride in themselves as a family unit…as if being a Locke was the highest achievement anyone could hope for. And they were at pains to give the impression Nathan subscribed to that view too.”
“And yet from something you’ve said, Carole…or something someone’s said…I get the feeling Nathan felt differently…that he found all that family stuff a bit claustrophobic…suffocating even.”
“It’s funny. I get that impression very strongly as well.”
They were interrupted by the arrival of their Local Pork and Leek Sausages with Mash and Onion Gravy, which were delicious, Ted Crisp’s recommendations always were. Carole looked across to the bar where he stood, a bearded scruff in a colourless T–shirt, regaling late holidaymakers with more of his dreadful jokes. She still felt shock at the knowledge that they had for a time been lovers. But it was not a wholly unpleasant feeling.
The Local Pork and Leek Sausages kept them quiet for some time, and it was only when they were mopping up the last of the Mash and Onion Gravy that Jude returned to the subject of Nathan Locke. “And you say they didn’t seem at all worried about where he was? Or that he might have committed suicide?”
“No, that was really the strangest thing about the whole morning.”
“Well, it would suggest one of two things.”
“Which are?”
“Either they have no imagination at all…”
“Unlikely. I got the impression that all of the Lockes lived quite vividly in their imaginations.”
“Then it must mean that they’ve heard from Nathan since he disappeared. They know where he is.”
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Her neighbour wouldn’t have done what Jude did that afternoon on her way home from the Crown and Anchor, but Carole had had to hurry back to take Gulliver out for a walk, so Jude was alone when she found herself passing Connie’s Clip Joint. And since she could see through the window that there were no clients, she dropped in to talk to the owner.
Connie was sitting at the small desk, going through a pile of correspondence, but she seemed to welcome the distraction.
“I came in about that massage idea you talked about the other day,” said Jude, offering her hastily prepared cover story.
“Oh yes. Nice to see you.”
“Not stopping you from doing something you should be…?”
“No, just going through some application letters. Like I said, I must appoint another junior soon, but somehow it seems, I don’t know, with Kyra only just…” Connie shook herself and stood up. “Would you like a coffee?”
“Lovely, if you’re sure it’s no – ”
“I was just about to have one.” And Connie crossed to the machine in the back room, leaving the door open so that they could continue their conversation.
“You given Theo the afternoon off?”
“He’s given himself the afternoon off. He’s not an employee.”
“Oh?”
“No, he just works out of here as a freelance. Rents a chair from me. He hasn’t got any appointments this afternoon, so he’s off home.”
“Ah.” Theo’s independent status was perhaps another indication that business at Connie’s Clip Joint was not exactly booming.
Jude wondered whether she should begin by saying something more about her therapies, but since the girl’s name had just been mentioned, there did seem to be a natural cue…“Must be strange for you, Connie, being here without Kyra…”
“It is. And sort of stranger as time goes on. You know, at the beginning there was the shock, and then I was busy with the police and everyone was talking about it, but now, as things have settled down…well, I’m more aware she’s not here.”
“How long had she been working with you?”
“Oh, only about four months. And we hadn’t always seen eye to eye. I’d had to put her right about a few things. Youngsters starting out at work have often got attitude problems, but Kyra wasn’t a bad kid…She certainly didn’t deserve what happened to her.”
“I don’t think anyone would have deserved that.”
“No.” Connie was silent for a moment, then brought her mind back to the coffee. “Milk or sugar?”
“Just black, please.”
“You know, I think my insides must be totally coffee-coloured,” the hairdresser said as she brought the cups across. “I hate to think how many cups I get through in a day. Live on the stuff.”
“Do you have lunch?”
“No. If I’m busy, there’s no time. And if I’m not busy…well, I forget about it.” Connie sat cosily beside Jude in one of the leather armchairs for waiting clients.
“Was here Kyra’s first job?”
“No, it wasn’t actually.” The hairdresser’s face clouded. “She’d started at a salon in Worthing. A Martin & Martina.”
“Ah.” Jude was fully aware of the subtext of those words.
“But it only lasted a few weeks.”
“Why?”
“She hadn’t got on with the management.” Jude stayed silent, hoping she was going to get more. And she did. “Well, not the management of the salon, the management of the chain.”
“Are you talking about your ex-husband and his new wife?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t think he’s got anything to do with her death, do you?”
“What?” Connie looked totally incredulous. “Martin? But why on earth…?”
“Don’t know.”
“Look, he may have done me wrong, but there’s no evil in him. He’s basically a good man.”
“Are you defending him now?”
“No, no, I – ”
“You sound a bit as if you are. Do you still see each other?”
“Only when we can’t possibly avoid it,” Connie replied fervently. She looked confused for a moment. Then she seemed to reach some decision and said, “Martin never comes over this way. The Worthing branch is his base, really. That’s where he has his office.” Her bright brown eyes were thoughtful for a moment, assessing how much she should confide. Fortunately, Jude’s presence worked its usual magic and Connie decided she could tell
