I get you a drink of water?’
‘No, I’ll be all right.’
‘He’s been well looked after,’ Linda reassured her. ‘But I’m afraid the car’s a write-off. He seems to have escaped with some broken bones and a head injury, but it could have been a lot worse. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?’
‘No,’ Rosie said. PC Tim Marshall took out his notepad and pen.
‘How long have you known Shane?’
‘Not long. He went to my school for a while.’ Rosie tried to keep her voice steady. ‘But I hadn’t seen him for years.’
‘And how long has he been living here?’
‘Four months.’
‘So you hadn’t been in touch with him before you became a couple and moved in together?’
‘No,’ Rosie confirmed. ‘I met him by chance and he had nowhere to live.’
‘Where was he before he came here, do you know?’ Linda looked at her carefully.
‘He was in prison, for something he didn’t do,’ Rosie said, and saw the look the police exchanged. Her cheeks burned.
‘So he came straight here then after his release?’ Linda asked.
‘He went to his mother’s first but she didn’t want him there.’
Linda nodded. ‘Did he tell you why he was in prison?’
‘No. He didn’t like talking about it. He wanted to put it behind him and make a fresh start.’
‘It was for GBH – grievous bodily harm. Were you aware he’d lost his driving licence for drink-driving offences? Shane wasn’t allowed to drive.’
‘Oh,’ Rosie said, genuinely shocked. ‘I didn’t know.’
‘To allow someone to drive your vehicle if they are banned is a criminal offence,’ Tim added.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know,’ Rosie said again. ‘I put him on my insurance,’ she added, hoping this would make it better.
‘Driving while banned invalidates any insurance I’m afraid,’ Linda said. ‘They won’t be paying for your car.’
Rosie looked at her. ‘Will they keep Shane in hospital tonight?’ she asked.
‘For quite a few nights,’ Tim said, glancing up from writing. ‘He had to be cut from the wreckage.’
‘Thank you,’ Rosie said politely.
She saw them exchange another pointed glance and realized it wasn’t the reaction they would have expected, but she was a bit overwhelmed at present and struggling to take everything in.
‘That’s a nasty cut on your lip,’ Linda said.
‘I fell,’ Rosie said, her hand going nervously to her mouth.
‘Tonight?’ Linda asked.
‘Yes.’
Linda held her gaze. ‘Look love, I’ll be honest with you. Shane broke the terms of his probation by not informing his probation officer where he was living. Added to which, he was driving while banned, over the legal limit of alcohol in his blood and in a manner likely to cause harm to other road users. As soon as he’s out of hospital he’ll be returning to prison.’
‘Oh, I see,’ Rosie said. ‘I didn’t realize.’
‘No. I take it he didn’t involve you in his criminal activities? He hasn’t been arriving home with expensive items, for example? Items he can’t provide receipts for?’
‘No, not as far as I know. You can have a look around if you like.’
‘Thank you.’ Tim was already on his feet.
‘So Shane won’t be home tonight?’ she asked, still trying to come to terms with it.
‘No. You can phone the hospital now if you want and see how he is.’
‘I will,’ Rosie said. ‘After you’ve had a look around.’
She watched as Linda joined Tim and they went first into the bedroom. The flat was only small and Rosie could hear them moving across the floorboards, opening and closing the wardrobe doors, and then the drawers. There was nothing to see in there apart from the wet patch on the carpet smelling of disinfectant. She’d no idea what they were searching for and frankly she didn’t care. Shane wasn’t coming home tonight and she was starting to feel relieved. They came out of the bedroom and searched the bathroom and then had to pass through the living room to enter the kitchen. She heard them open and close the cupboard doors.
‘You’re very good doing your washing on a Saturday evening,’ Linda called.
‘Yes,’ she said quietly.
She heard the stainless-steel bin ping as one of the officers opened and closed it. They would have seen the bloody tissues she’d used to wipe her bleeding nose and mouth. And very likely the duvet cover in the laundry basket waiting to go in the wash. They came out and Linda returned to sit beside her while Tim remained standing.
‘Is there anything you want to tell us about Shane?’ Linda asked, encouraging confidentiality.
Rosie shook her head. Linda looked at her for a moment longer then sighed.
‘OK, love. I’m going to give you the number for the Domestic Violence Unit anyway,’ she said, taking a card from her pocket and handing it to her. ‘You can just phone for a chat if you wish. You don’t have to give your name.’
Rosie gave a small nod but didn’t look at the card.
‘We’ll leave you to it then. Phone us if you need to. We can see ourselves out.’
Rosie stayed where she was as they left. She was still struggling to come to terms with what had happened and wondering what she should do for the best. Phone her mother? Phone the hospital? Speak to the Domestic Violence Unit, or change the locks? Possibly all of them, but in which order? Suddenly her life had changed in a way she could never have foreseen, and while she was sorry Shane had had an accident it had opened up an escape route. A huge weight lifted from her shoulders. There were decisions to be made and opportunities to be taken, and a light now shone at the end of what had been a very dark tunnel. She needed to galvanize herself into action. The washing machine bleeped as it finished its cycle and she stood to unload it. Once she’d sorted out the washing she’d start packing Shane’s belongings. And although she wasn’t a religious person, she said a silent thank-you to someone out there, grateful that she had been given this chance.
The Reverend Andrew Wilson was going about his normal early-morning duties. He’d let Mitsy,
