divorced?â
âNot yet.â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to pry.â
âI know.â
The clock on the mantelpiece whirred preparatory to striking. Jan saw it was eleven oâclock. Miles followed her glance.
âIâd better be going.â
âItâs so kind of you to have come. I did need to talk.â
âFeel any better for it?â
She smiled. âA bit.â
âGood.â He got to his feet. âLet me know if you hear any more about this mysterious corpse. Not that I suppose you will. After such a wildly improbable start, no doubt the whole thing will fizzle out into something run-of-the-mill like gang warfare.â
âThatâs run-of-the-mill?â Jan asked, with raised eyebrows.
He smiled. âYouâve been away a long time.â
âIâm beginning to realize how long.â
âDonât let it get you down. Iâm at the end of the phone if you need me.â
She watched him walk down the drive. Then she closed the door, double-locking and bolting it as Edward had instructed. For the first time, she was grateful that he and Rowena had gone to such lengths to safeguard their home.
The early morning was bitingly cold. The sky, only just lightening, was still streaked with red, the colour luridly reflected in the thin layer of ice which coated a pothole. The uniformed men detailed to preserve the scene stamped their feet and blew inside their gloves and the police dogs in the back of the van clouded the glass with their warm breath.
Webb stood watching the Scenes of Crime team, already re-engaged on work which darkness had interrupted the previous night.
âFrom the position of the body, Iâd say he was simply tipped out of a car,â commented Inspector Hodges. âNot much attempt at concealment. If it hadnât been for the tree, heâd have been spotted straight away.â
âWhich the murderer might have intended for some reason, or simply not given a damn about.â Webb turned to look at the road. They were two miles short of the village of Chedbury, whose woods had yielded another murder victim some years previously. This part of the road lay between open fields, and the back of the lay-by could only be seen from directly opposite. Late at night, there wouldnât be much passing traffic. Now, however, a few early commuters were already driving in the direction of Shillingham, slowing down as they passed to stare curiously at the police activity.
âWhen did the gales start, anyone remember?â
âNight of the eighteenth,â volunteered Jackson. âI know, because the twins were teething and Millie had to get up to them. The wind was howling round the house, and I thought, âThis time next week, Christmasâll be all over.ââ
âAnd it was the eighteenth that this London journalist was due. Looks as though he could be our man.â
âBut it couldnât have been him that took the wallets, back in November.â
âUnless he came over regularly. I hope to God this girl knows who he was coming to see.â Webb turned to the dog-handlers. âOK, give them the scent and let them go. What weâre looking for is anything which might be buried nearby â clothes, even â please God â a diary or notebook.â
âRight, Guv.â The van door was opened and the two dogs jumped down. As they moved away, the animals straining eagerly at the leash, a uniformed constable approached.
âExcuse me, Guv, thereâs still some coffee in the Thermos, if youâd like some.â
âThat would be very welcome, thank you. PC Linton, isnât it?â
âThatâs right, sir. We were on a case together a few years back.â
âYes, I was just thinking of it. Comes of Chedbury being the nearest bit of open countryside hereabouts.â They moved over to one of the Panda cars and stood with their hands cupped
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