I wonder, he said, if it had already started to rain.
Ive no idea, Ben.
Cooper looked at the ground. He saw a ripe seedhead from a stem of grass that had been chewed by mice or something. Nearby were a series of markers placed on the damp soil by the SOCOs.
Footprints, said Cooper.
Boots, by the look of them. Nice, clear impressions.
Useful.
Between the lime trees and the house stretched two gently sloping lawns edged by flower borders and divided by a brick-paved path. The path meandered a little before ending at a sundial on a stone plinth. Cooper could see no more white markers, and the SOCOs were already progressing towards the drive and garage.
There are no impressions between here and the house, though. Yet the grass is fairly long, not recently cut.
Fry shrugged. He must have walked on the path.
Oh, right. He was worried about damaging the grass with his big boots. And what about the six-foot leap to the sundial?
Ben, the grass just didnt retain any impressions, thats all.
But it would do, said Cooper, if it was wet.
He watched Gavin Murfin scouting around the side of the house, peering over the dense hedge into the neighbours property. Cooper realized this was the first time that hed been alone with Diane Fry for months, without Murfin or anybody else being on hand to overhear what they were saying or butt in. For once, Fry wasnt trying to get away from him. In fact, she seemed to be absorbed with her own thoughts.
Diane he said.
What?
Fry looked at him suspiciously, already alerted by a change in the tone of his voice. Cooper wished he were a better actor sometimes.
I know its none of my business, he said, and paused while she rolled her eyes in exasperation, though she still didnt move away. But I heard that Angie is staying with you.
Been gossiping round the coffee machine, have you?
Is it true, Diane?
Like you said, Ben: its none of your business.
I was involved, in a way
In a way? Too bloody involved, if you ask me.
Yes, I know, I know. But is Angie just visiting or has she moved in? I mean, are you sure youre doing the right thing, Diane?
Ben, would you like me to break your neck now, or do you want to annoy me for a bit longer?
Fry began to walk across the garden, her shoulders stiff. Cooper had seen her walk away from him like that too often before. He shook his head, spraying more water and brown specks from his hair. Then he hurried after Fry, falling into step alongside her.
Have you seen anything of Rebecca Lowes children? he said.
They came in earlier today for identification of the body, said Fry. They already knew Mansell Quinn was coming out of prison, of course. Andrea said shed tried to get her mother to take extra precautions.
Andrea and Simon?
Thats right.
Any children from the second marriage?
She was too old by then, Ben.
I meant, did the second husband have any children? Step-children for Mrs Lowe.
No.
A woman living alone, then.
Thats right.
But if Mansell Quinn came looking for revenge, said Cooper, why his ex-wife? What did she do?
We dont know. And theres another thing we dont know: who else he might be looking for.
What?
What I mean, Ben, is whos next?
Will Thorpe had taken to watching other people breathe. It was effortless and automatic for most of them. They werent even aware they were doing it. He liked to watch their chests gently rise and fall, and imagine the smooth flow of air in and out of their lungs. He stared at their mouths as they talked or ate, trying to recollect a time in his past when it had been possible to talk and breathe at the same time, as these people did. He cocked his head to listen to them, but he couldnt hear them breathing.
There were some, of course, who gave themselves away. Now and then, he heard a wheeze or a cough, and hed turn around to find where it had come from. They must know the reality or if not, they soon would. But others he watched so long that he began to believe they didnt breathe at all. Maybe they absorbed oxygen through their pores, or drew it in with the sunlight, like trees did through their leaves.
These people didnt understand what breathing was. It was the most important thing in the world, a privilege that had to be fought for every minute of the day and night. Especially the night.
Thorpe was sitting in a small grassy hollow overlooking the entrance to Cavedale. Below him was a series of worn limestone shelves that hed climbed to reach his vantage point. It had taken him a few minutes, frequently pausing to get his breath, fighting to control the pain in his chest.
From here, he was looking down on people entering the dale through the narrow cleft in the limestone at the Castleton end. Behind him, a clump of elms and sycamores screened the roofs of the tea rooms and B amp; Bs near Cavedale Cottages. If he kept still, even the walkers coming down the dale wouldnt notice him in his hollow. Once theyd passed below the keep of the castle, they didnt look up any more but kept their eyes on the ground to avoid stumbling on loose stones.
From here, he was looking down on people entering the dale through the narrow cleft in the limestone at the Castleton end. Behind him, a clump of elms and sycamores screened the roofs of the tea rooms and B amp; Bs near Cavedale Cottages. If he kept still, even the walkers coming down the dale wouldnt notice him in his hollow. Once theyd passed below the keep of the castle, they didnt look up any more but kept their eyes on the ground to avoid stumbling on loose stones.
After a few minutes, Thorpe lit a cigarette. Two young boys entered the dale, chattering loudly, oblivious to the fact they were being watched. They were probably part of the group hed seen in the village carrying their worksheets, ticking off the things they were supposed to find.
These two had found Cavedale, but they werent satisfied with simply ticking it off. They scrambled up the rock across the dale from Thorpe and stood at the mouth of one of the small caves in the limestone cliff. It looked dark and mysterious, but Thorpe knew that it ended after only a few feet. Though the hill was honeycombed by the Peak Cavern and Speedwell system, there was no entrance to it from Cavedale.
The two boys looked around and noticed him. Perhaps it was the whiff of his cigarette smoke that had alerted them to his presence.
Excuse me, is this cave safe? called one of the boys.
Thorpe was impressed by polite children. They always took him by surprise.
Safe?
Are there bats or anything?
No, I dont think therell be any bats. Or bears.
Thank you. Were going in to explore.
If youre not out in an hour, Ill call cave rescue, said Thorpe.
The boys disappeared. Thorpe laughed to himself, coughing and taking a drag on his cigarette. The hollow was quite a little sun trap, and the warmth felt good on his skin. Hed forgotten that it was possible to feel like this. Temporarily, he could even ignore the constant struggle to draw in air. Once hed got this burden off his mind, hed be able to breathe properly at last. No dust or poisons would break down his lungs, no holes would erupt into his chest cavity. Hed take a breath with ease, as everyone else did. That was all he wanted.
Did you know it was so small? called a voice.
Thorpe looked up. The two youngsters were out of the cave, looking disappointed. There had been no bats, then. Only a couple of yards of damp sandy floor and a graffiti-covered rock face.
No, I didnt. Sorry.
The boys looked as though they didnt believe him. But Thorpe reckoned you had to find things out for yourself in this life. You had to learn from your disappointments. There would be bigger ones to come later on.
He watched the youngsters clamber down the rocky path and head back into Castleton. What was next on the worksheet? Church, youth hostel, school?
In the distance, Thorpe could hear a hammer tapping on stone, a whistle blowing for a football game, and kids chattering in the market square. He lay back on the grass, letting a cloud of blue smoke drift away into the sky, and closed his eyes. In the warmth of the sun, he began to relax, and was almost asleep by the time Mansell Quinn found him.
10
In the incident room at Edendale, officers found themselves in a reversal of the normal routine they were drawing up a list of potential victims rather than suspects.
For a few minutes, DCI Oliver Kessen watched Hitchens organizing the enquiry teams.
And once we have a list of names, what do we do? said Kessen.
We warn them of the risk, sir.
Look, we have to be careful here. If the press gets hold of the idea that there might be more murders, it could lead to a general panic.
That goes without saying.
Does it?
Yes, sir.
Ben Cooper hadnt quite got used to DCI Kessen. He was too quiet by far. In fact, he was so quiet as he moved around West Street that his officers often turned around to find him standing in the doorway, watching them. And they wouldnt know how long hed been there, or what he was thinking.
All right, so who have we got? said Kessen.
There are the two children from the Quinns marriage, said Hitchens. The daughter, Andrea, is twenty-six. I dont suppose shell remember all that much of her father. But the son, Simon, is twenty-eight now. Hed have been about fifteen years old when his father was sent down. Hell remember.
I should think he damn well would.
But I dont think were looking at the children as potential victims. Hes still their father, after all.
Kessen shrugged. Unfortunately, fathers have been known to kill their children. Do we have any evidence as to how Quinn viewed his two?
He watched Hitchens shake his head. No.
Get somebody on to the prison authorities. They have personal officers for prisoners on each wing these days. They also have counsellors, and all that business. Someone will have talked to Quinn about his family. Or tried to, at least. Lets see what we can get out of them. Any insight into how his mind might be working would be useful.
Yes, sir.
Where do Quinns family live?
The daughter is working in London. But the son, Simon he has a job in Development Control with the district council. He recently bought a house right here in Edendale.