she thinks, Ellie had come round to the idea of Jon-Oliver playing a part in Solly’s life. Visits once a month had been accommodated, though Manon was usually either working or on her way out when they occurred. The thought of Solly brings tears to Manon’s eyes (tears come easily these days) – no chance of a father now. All the potential of that relationship cut down, before it could begin. It is a tragedy for Solly.
The sound of Harriet’s voice becomes louder and clearer as Manon rejoins the present. She becomes aware that the three of them – she, Harriet and Davy – have moved into Harriet’s office.
‘Where’s Ellie now?’ Harriet is saying, pacing behind her desk; coiled spring, hitching at her bra straps. Harriet’s body is sinewy, taut because she’s a ball of constrained movement – a rubber band at full stretch, wanting to ping. Physically, Manon thinks, we couldn’t be more different. I have no inner spring. I am in constant preparation for sitting down.
‘Home with Sol I guess,’ says Manon. ‘They were there when I left for work.’
‘Let’s bring her in for interview,’ Harriet says, half to herself and half to Davy. ‘What can she do for childcare?’ she asks Manon.
‘Childminder’ll take Sol at short notice,’ says Manon. ‘Go easy on her. Look, can I break the news to her? I don’t know how she’ll—’
‘You know you can’t,’ says Davy. ‘You’re connected to the case. We’ll need to keep you away from all future briefings. And you’re not allowed to search the database or ask officers about the case.’
‘He really needs to calm his tits,’ Manon says to Harriet.
‘That’s enough, you two,’ says Harriet.
Manon realises Davy wants to tell Ellie himself so he can watch her, see how she reacts. Everyone close to the victim is a suspect and how they take the news is part of a close-circuit observation that is often disguised as sympathy and support. We are giving you a liaison officer to keep you informed/watch your every move and report it back to the investigation.
‘One more thing, Manon,’ says Davy. ‘Where was Ellie yesterday afternoon and evening?’
‘Am I being interviewed?’ asks Manon, placing a protective hand on her bump. ‘Because if I am, I want all the proper gear – recording device and everything.’
‘Should we put a trace on Judith Cole’s phone?’ he says, now that he and Harriet are alone. ‘See what she was really doing in the woods at that time? Kim thinks she wasn’t walking the dog.’
Harriet has closed the door to her office and is pacing, the wings of her jacket pinned back by her hands on her hips. ‘Nah, Judith Cole’s not the issue. Woman from across the road who didn’t know him? Who cares what she was doing in the park? We don’t have grounds for a trace.’
‘Except her being the last person to see him alive, and also lying,’ Davy points out.
‘Yes, but she might be lying for some other reason. Just because she called it in, doesn’t put her in line for investigation – you know the Samaritan rule. Priority is questioning Ellie Bradshaw. She’s the person who can give us the most on Ross – who he was, who might have wanted to stab him.’
‘What are our main lines, boss?’
‘I’d say financial work and exes – so that’s Ellie. And the photo in his jacket – the blonde. We need to find out who she is. Maybe she’s Sass. There’s a strong money motive, with someone like him.
‘Judith Cole has come in for re-interview,’ Davy says.
‘Has she? Right, OK, you can have another go at her – gently, Davy – just to fill in the gaps in her statement while we wait for Ellie Bradshaw to come in. But no more than that – husband’s a lawyer, I don’t want a complaint. And Davy? Take Kim with you. Sounds like she was doing a very good job last time.’
Davy is upended by jealousy, like a small boy in rough surf, while the adult in him says, ‘Righto, boss.’
‘Your husband says you weren’t walking the dog,’ Kim says, as soon as the bleep sounds, without warning or preamble.
Judith Cole blanches to the colour of her semi-sheer white blouse, which has a white vest visible beneath. At her throat is a sparkling pendant, a single diamond on a silver chain. Unlike the last time they saw her, she is freshly blow-dried and wearing immaculate makeup.
‘I did have the dog,’ she says, though Davy hears uncertainty in her voice. ‘He must be mistaken.’
‘Why would you walk over a busy main road to Hinchingbrooke Park when there’s a nicer one at the end of your road, which is nearer?’ Kim asks.
‘I don’t think it’s nicer,’ says Mrs Cole. ‘I like Hinchingbrooke Park. I can let the dog off the lead and he can run around.’
‘It was pitch dark though,’ says Kim. ‘Seems a bit odd.’
‘Yes, it was dark, but it wasn’t late – only four-ish. Do you have a dog?’ Mrs Cole asks.
Kim and Davy are silent.
‘Well, you see, if you had a dog, you’d know that owning one means venturing out in snow, hail, darkness, you name it. A dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta—’
‘Davy?’ Harriet is at the door. ‘A word, please.’
He and Kim step outside.
‘CCTV from King’s Cross has come in. I’d like you to take a look.’
‘Right, so there’s Ross,’ Harriet says, pointing at the screen. They are standing around Colin’s computer, looking at the grainy images of King’s Cross station platform as people make their way to board the train.
Davy watches Ross put his ticket into the barrier and walk through it. He strides down the platform with confidence, coat well cut. He looks like a businessman on his way to a meeting that will not challenge him greatly. His face is unfazed, neither angry nor anxious. How little we know of what lies ahead.
‘Look at this fella,’ Harriet says.
‘Who?’
Harriet is leaning over Colin and tapping on his keyboard to set the tape back a few frames. ‘There.’
She points at a big man, bald with a black smudge at his ear, possibly an earpiece. He wears a bomber jacket and underneath it he is stocky and muscled, causing his arms to sit wide. The image quality is poor. He is coming through the ticket barriers shortly after Ross.
‘He’s looking at Ross like he’s dinner,’ Harriet says.
Even on grainy CCTV footage, they can all see the man’s focus is on his quarry, who is just ahead of him. He glances down briefly to get his ticket from the barrier, but then his eyes are back on Ross, hurrying to keep up with
