with their song? That was something she would have to discover for herself.
‘So the carpet’s a doorway, is it?’ she said.
‘I don’t know.’ he replied.
‘I wish we could ask Mimi. Maybe she –’
Before the sentence was out, Cal was on his feet.
‘Oh my God.’ Only now did he recall Shadwell’s words on the rubbish tip, about going to speak to the old woman.
He’d meant Mimi, who else? As he pulled on his shirt he told Suzanna what he’d heard.
‘We have to go to her,’ he said. ‘Christ! Why didn’t I think?’
His agitation was infectious. Suzanna blew out the candles, and was at the front door before him.
‘Surely Mimi’ll be safe in a hospital,’ she said.
‘Nobody’s safe,’ he replied, and she knew it was true.
On the step, she about-faced and disappeared into the house again, returning seconds later with a battered book in her hands.
‘Diary?’ he said.
‘Map,’ she replied.
1
Her killers had come and gone in the night, leaving an elaborate smoke-screen to conceal their crime.
‘There’s nothing mysterious about your grandmother’s death.’ Doctor Chai insisted. ‘She was failing fast.’
‘There was somebody here last night.’
‘That’s right. Her daughter.’
‘She only had one daughter; my mother. And she’s been dead for two and a half years.’
‘Whoever it was, she did Mrs Laschenski no harm. Your grandmother died of natural causes.’
There was little use in arguing, Suzanna realized. Any further attempt to explain her suspicions would end in confusion. Besides, Mimi’s death had begun a new spiral of puzzles. Chief amongst them: what had the old woman known, or been, that she had to be dispatched?; and how much of her part in this puzzle would Suzanna now be obliged to assume? One question begged the other, and both, with Mimi silenced, would have to go unanswered. The only other source of information was the creature who’d stooped to kill the old woman on her death-bed: Immacolata. And that was a confrontation Suzanna felt far from ready for.
They left the hospital, and walked. She was badly shaken.
‘Shall we eat?’ Cal suggested.
It was still only seven in the morning, but they found a cafe that served breakfast and ordered glutton’s portions. The eggs and bacon, toast and coffee restored them both somewhat, though the price of a sleepless night still had to be paid.
‘I’ll have to ’phone my uncle in Canada,’ said Suzanna. Tell him what happened.’
‘All of it?’ said Cal.
‘Of course not,’ she said. That’s between the two of us.’
He was glad of that. Not just because he didn’t like the thought of the story spreading, but because he wanted the intimacy of a secret shared. This Suzanna was like no woman he had ever met before. There was no facade, no games-playing. They were, in one night of confessionals – and this sad morning – suddenly companions in a mystery which, though it had brought him closer to death than he’d ever been, he’d happily endure if it meant he kept her company.
‘There won’t be many tears shed over Mimi,’ Suzanna was saying. ‘She was never loved.’
‘Not even by you?’
‘I never knew her,’ she said, and gave Cal a brief synopsis of Mimi’s life and times. ‘She was an outsider,’ Suzanna concluded. ‘And now we know why.’
‘Which brings us back to the carpet. We have to trace the house cleaners.’
‘You need some sleep first.’
‘No. I’ve got my second wind. But I do want to go home. Just to feed the pigeons.’
‘Can’t they survive without you for a few hours?’
Cal frowned. ‘If it weren’t for them,’ he said, ‘I wouldn’t be here.’
‘Sorry. Do you mind if I come with you?’
‘I’d like that. Maybe you can give Dad something to smile about.’
2
As it was, Brendan had smiles aplenty today; Cal had not seen his father so happy since before Eileen’s illness. The change was uncanny. He welcomed them both into the house with a stream of banter.
‘Coffee, anybody?’ he offered, and went off into the kitchen. ‘By the way Cal, Geraldine was here.’
‘What did she want?’
‘She brought some books you’d given her; said she didn’t want them any longer.’ He turned from the coffee-brewing and stared at Cal. ‘She said you’ve been behaving oddly.’
‘Must be in the blood,’ said Cal, and his father grinned. ‘I’m going to look at the birds.’
‘I’ve already fed them today. And cleaned them out.’
‘You’re really feeling better.’
‘Why not?’ said Brendan. ‘I’ve got people watching over me.’
Cal nodded, not quite comprehending. Then he turned to Suzanna.
‘Want to see the champions?’ he said, and they stepped outside. The day was already balmy.
‘There’s something off about Dad,’ said Cal, as he led the way down the clogged path to the loft. ‘Two days ago he was practically suicidal.’
‘Maybe the bad times have just run their course,’ she said.
‘Maybe,’ he replied, as he opened the loft door. As he did so, a train roared by, making the earth
