hadn’t told her at the start about having the snip, it got so he couldn’t admit to it. Especially since he’d told her right early on that he’d been a sperm donor. It was laughable, really. There they were, trotting off to the fertility clinic and he wasn’t letting on about his vasectomy. In the end she tried using donor sperm, but it was too late by then. She’s half a dozen years older than him, so she was already the wrong side of forty and her eggs were well and truly fried.’
‘And she never found out?’ Tony asked casually.
‘Are you kidding? If she’d have found that out, she’d have fucking killed him.’
Tony stared into his pint. ‘That’s exactly what I was thinking, ‘ he said.
CHAPTER 42
Carol stared at Tony, clearly astonished. ‘A vasectomy? Are you serious?’
‘As serious as I’ve ever been. Warren Davy had a vasectomy when he was in his early twenties.’ He’d found Carol in the observation room with Paula, talking over strategies for the next interview with Diane Patrick.
‘So how did she manage to have his child last year?’ Paula asked.
‘She didn’t,’ Tony said. ‘It’s the big fat lie that underpins all her other lies. Take that away and the whole story falls apart. No grounds to fear for her life. So why is she helping Warren to kill his children?’ He looked eagerly at them both, flapping his hands upwards like a teacher encouraging an answer from his pupils.
The two women exchanged perplexed looks. ‘She’s not?’ Paula ventured.
‘Right answer,’ Tony said.
‘But she picked up Ewan McAlpine and drugged him,’ Paula said. ‘There’s no getting away from that.’
Tony play-acted disappointment. ‘Right answer, wrong reasoning. She’s not helping Warren. She’s doing it off her own bat.’ He cocked his head and looked up at the corner of the ceiling. ‘She probably killed Warren first, come to think of it.’
‘You’re going to have to back up a bit here,’ Carol said. ‘I’m struggling with this.’
‘It’s horrible, but simple. Her biological clock started ticking. She wants a baby, but not any old baby. She’d become obsessed with having Warren’s baby. I mean, really obsessed. The kind of obsessed that wants to ram cars with a “baby on board” decal because they’ve got what she doesn’t. She knows Warren was once capable of fathering children because he was a sperm donor, so he’s got to be a prime candidate. They keep trying to have a baby, but the years are drifting by and it’s not working. So they go to the fertility clinic and sooner or later they realise Warren’s firing blanks. They try donor sperm, but that’s not really what she wants. She wants Warren’s baby. But they’ve left it too late, and her eggs are past their sell-by. She’s devastated. Probably suicidal. With me so far?’
‘I think I’m just about managing to keep up,’ Carol said sarcastically.
‘Now we get to the bit I’m not sure about. Somehow, Diane discovered Warren’s dirty little secret - that after he’d done the sperm donor thing, he had the snip.’
‘Maybe she wondered how he lost his fertility. Or maybe she just can’t help herself. She’s the queen of hacking, isn’t she? All sorts of medical records are online now,’ Paula said. ‘Maybe she just likes to be the person who knows everything about everybody else in the room.’
‘Maybe. The key thing is that somehow she does find out. And that uproots her anchor to reality. She completely flips out. This man that she loves so much she wanted to have his baby and nobody else’s has betrayed her. Not only can he not give her a baby, he’s effectively stopped her having a child by someone else because they spent so long trying. Trying pointlessly. And to add insult to injury, he’s already fathered God knows how many little bastards.’ Tony was almost shouting now. ‘None of them deserve to live. Not that lying bastard Warren, not his brood of bastards.’
Carol clapped her hands in a mild mockery of applause. ‘Lovely performance. And how do we prove any of it?’
Tony shrugged. ‘Find Warren’s body?’
‘She’s too good for that,’ Carol said. ‘If you’re right, her long-term plan was probably to blame it all on Warren and either fake his suicide or pretend he’d gone underground. His body isn’t going to be anywhere obvious.’
No one spoke for a couple of minutes while they contemplated their problem. Finally Paula said, ‘You could always beat a confession out of her, chief.’
Carol managed a tired smile. ‘This isn’t
Tony crossed the room and hugged Paula, who looked astonished. ‘But she’s right, Carol,’ he said, stepping back. ‘Not with fists but with words.’
‘You’re the only one who can do that,’ Carol said. ‘And Diane Patrick’s got Bronwen Scott. No way is she going to let you in the room.’
‘She can’t keep me out of your ear, though.’
Tony watched as Carol and Paula walked into the interview room. Bronwen Scott, who had been leaning over and talking to her client in a low voice, sat up straight. Carol sat down and slammed her file on the desk. ‘When did you find out about Warren’s vasectomy?’ Carol demanded.
Diane Patrick’s eyes widened.
‘Beautiful,’ Tony said into the mike. ‘Hit her again.’
‘Let me ask you again. When did you find out that Warren Davy had had a vasectomy?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Diane had opted for fearful and piteous. Tony didn’t think that was going to work for long.
‘Warren Davy had a vasectomy fifteen years ago. You do know what a vasectomy is, Diane?’
