Стивен Бут - Dead in the Dark

‘Yes,’ said Cooper. ‘And of course there was, in a way. The new evidence was Lacey.’

He waited for Chloe Young to finish with the body. She smiled at him faintly.

‘Another one?’ she said.

‘Sorry.’

‘This one is fairly fresh. A few days, I’d say, but the speed of decomposition has been affected by the plastic wrapping, which was fairly airtight.’

‘Cause of death?’ said Cooper hopefully.

‘That’s easier. He was stabbed.’

‘Any sign of a weapon?’

‘No, it was removed after the attack and before he was buried. Some kind of bladed weapon certainly, but not the usual kind. From the wounds, I’d suggest a knife with a short but very sharp blade. It wouldn’t take any great strength, because a weapon like that could have been wielded by anyone. But you would have to get in very close to the victim to use it, Ben.’

Young looked at the well-kept garden and the French windows leading on to the patio.

‘Not your normal sort of crime scene, is it?’ she said. ‘You wouldn’t expect to get a murder in a place like this.’

‘Actually,’ said Cooper, ‘in my experience, this is exactly the sort of place you’re likely to get a murder.’

Later, when Naomi Heath had been processed through the custody suite at West Street, Cooper and Villiers went in to record the first interview.

Cooper watched Naomi’s shoulders relax as she spoke about the events of the previous Sunday. She looked positively relieved. It dawned on him this may have been what she’d been wanting to tell him all the time. She’d just been waiting for right moment to get it off her chest.

But as she spoke, he changed his mind. Naomi wasn’t relieved. She was proud.

And Cooper had to admit she’d pulled it off well. She’d always talked about her partner in the present tense, as if she never doubted he was still alive. It was a difficult thing to do, when you knew perfectly well someone was dead and not just missing. They might already be past tense in your head and your heart, but they still had to be present in your words. It took an unusual level of control to maintain that pretence.

But who had helped Naomi? Someone angry — that was what he’d said when Bower’s body was found.

And there was another pressing question. Who’d left Reece Bower’s phone and wallet in Lathkill Dale? It would have been a risky undertaking. During the day there were always walkers up and down the trail. A car would have been seen, an individual might have been spotted acting in an odd manner. It was hard to imagine who would have the nerve to risk that.

Wait a minute. There was one person who lived within walking distance of Lathkill Dale. It would have been no trouble for her to walk down the road one night and distribute the missing items in the dark, when no one was around.

Frances Swann was brought into Interview Room Two. The custody suite was starting to fill up, though Cooper didn’t think he’d quite finished yet.

There was no pretence about Mrs Swann. On the contrary, it seemed that she intended to be quite open about her part.

‘It was such a sense of betrayal,’ she said. ‘He was still having the affair, you know.’

‘The same affair? With the work colleague, Madeleine Betts?’

‘Yes. He’d either restarted it, or perhaps it never ended, I’m not sure. Annette didn’t know that. Nor did poor old Naomi. He took her for a fool, all right.’

‘How did you find out about Annette? I mean, about what really happened to her?’

‘Lacey told me.’

‘Lacey was only eight years old at the time.’

‘It’s old enough,’ she said. ‘Children at that age might not understand everything that’s going on, but they still have the memories. Sometimes it’s only years later that they manage to put the pieces together.’

He went back in to Naomi Heath, who was still waiting in the next room, a cup of water on the table in front of her. That was all she’d asked for.

‘And Mr Slaney?’ Cooper said.

‘Evan Slaney was just as much at fault with his delusions. It was he who prevented Reece from being brought to justice. If it hadn’t been for Slaney, it would all have been over and done with ten years ago. And we wouldn’t have had to go through this nightmare.’

‘He feels betrayed,’ said Cooper.

‘Oh, we were all betrayed, Inspector.’

‘And you managed to keep up the pretence that Reece had just disappeared,’ said Cooper in amazement.

She smiled. It was a tight, humourless smile.

‘I learned that from an expert,’ she said.

‘But it was Lacey who brought the knife that day,’ said Cooper. ‘She got it from her uncle’s workshop.’

‘Possibly.’

‘Oh, I know that’s true.’

‘Then why are you asking me?’

‘What I want to know,’ said Cooper, ‘is who actually stabbed him?’

‘I couldn’t say.’

‘Couldn’t say? You were there, Mrs Heath, so you must know. Who stabbed Reece Bower?’

She didn’t answer directly.

‘It was an accident really. When it happened, we panicked. I don’t suppose we were thinking straight, any of us. You do stupid things in the heat of the moment, don’t you? And with three of us together, it seemed to make things worse. None of us was able to think it through logically. Someone said we should hide the body.’

‘So you buried him?’

‘We couldn’t have taken him far. A body is heavy, as we found out. Oh, I suppose the three of us could have lifted him into the boot of a car with a bit of struggle, but the cars were out at the front on the drive, right by the road. All our neighbours would have seen what we were up to.’

‘Yes, I’m sure they would.’

‘So there was only one option. The back garden isn’t overlooked. Frances remembered the police searching it when Annette disappeared. They thought it was the most logical place to dispose of a body. And so it was. And that’s what we did.’

‘All three of you?’

She nodded. ‘We spent a lot of time digging. I can’t believe how shallow the grave was when we finished because it seemed to have taken us so long. And then not all the soil would go back in again. It seems obvious, but we hadn’t accounted for that. It took us another hour to disperse it throughout the garden so it wouldn’t be noticed.’

Naomi stared into the distance, somewhere beyond the confines of the tiny interview room.

‘It’s funny, you know,’ she said. ‘Once you set out on a job like that, there’s no going back. We couldn’t put him in the hole, then change our minds and dig him up again, could we? The evidence was too damning. We’d already moved him, put him in the bin bags, dragged him out into the garden. There would have been no way of explaining all that when the police came knocking. When you came knocking, Detective Inspector Cooper. Besides, we thought, without a body...’

‘There would no murder charge?’ said Cooper.

‘Well, Reece got away with it.’

‘It wasn’t because there was no body. He would have been tried, and probably convicted, if it hadn’t been for the sighting of Annette alive and well in Buxton.’

‘Oh, Annette’s father,’ said Naomi. ‘What a gullible old idiot.’

‘Tell me one thing,’ said Cooper.

‘What? Isn’t it all clear for you?’

‘There will be a lot of questions yet, I’m afraid,’ said Cooper.

‘Oh, of course. You have to build a case. Make sure the Crown Prosecution Service have a reasonable likelihood of a successful prosecution.’

Cooper read in her sardonic smile a reference to the failure of the charges against Reece Bower ten years ago. They were probably the exact phrases that someone had used then, perhaps the SIO herself, Hazel Branagh, as she explained why the prosecution would not go ahead after all. Naomi Heath wasn’t around at the time, but the words would have been remembered very clearly by Frances Swann, he imagined. They were the words that had killed any chance of justice for Annette Bower.