Robert Goddard - Name To a Face

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The brain-teasing new thriller from the “master of the clever twist.”
A sequence of extraordinary events over the past 300 years provides the links in a chain of intrigue, deceit, greed and murder:
The loss of HMS Association with all hands in 1707.
An admiralty clerk's secret mission thirty years afterwards.
A fatal accident during a dive to the wreck in 1996.
An expatriate's reluctant return home ten years later. The simple task he has come to accomplish, shown to be anything but. A woman he recognizes but cannot identify.
It's a conspiracy of circumstances that is about to unravel his life. And with it, the past.

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“How would I… get to speak to her?”

“There are steps from the patio down to a separate entrance. Just… ring the bell.”

Harding had not noticed the existence of a basement on his way in, though its windows were obvious enough when he left the house and headed round to the rear. He passed the garage on his way, where yet more lots were on display-lawn-mower, gardening tools and a big old Mercedes. The garden itself was overgrown and neglected, ornamental shrubs engulfed by straggling thorns and rampant weeds. These had colonized much of the patio as well. It certainly did not look as if Gabriel Tozer had been in the habit of taking tea there on sunny afternoons.

Steps led down, as promised, to a narrow, deeply shadowed basement area. As he descended, Harding felt nervous as well as puzzled. The name Hayley Winter meant nothing to him. Yet he knew her. He was certain of that. But how? Still his mind could not fix upon the answer.

The paint was peeling on the basement door. Dust layered the hexagonal frosted-glass window set in it. He hesitated for a second before prodding at the bell-push.

A few moments passed, then the door opened and Hayley Winter gazed cautiously out at him. Close to, she seemed even smaller than she had looked from the stairs, plainly dressed in jeans and sweater, her face a barely made-up. The familiarity of her face struck him more acutely than ever. But still he could not place it.

“Can I help you?” she asked, frowning.

“I… saw you upstairs. I…”

“I’m nothing to do with the auction.”

“No, but… haven’t we met? I mean, don’t we… know each other?”

“I don’t think so.”

“My name’s Tim Harding.”

The frown deepened. “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

“You’re Hayley Winter, right? The auction people told me.”

“Did they?”

“Yes,” he replied. Her voice, light and accentless, meant as little to Harding as her name. But he had looked into her wide, dark eyes before. He had no doubt of that. “I know this must seem odd, but, although you don’t recognize my name and I don’t recognize yours, we have met. Honestly. We know each other. Somehow.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Do you come from round here?”

“No. I moved down from London last year. What about you?”

“No. I… live abroad. I haven’t been to Penzance for… six or seven years.”

Hayley Winter’s frown was suddenly tinged with curiosity. “Which is it?” she asked, bizarrely “Six or seven?”

“I was here-briefly-in August 1999.”

“August 1999,” she repeated.

“Yes.” Harding shaped a smile. “Is that important?”

“Is this… something to do with the accident?”

“What accident?”

“I’ve told Ray Trathen. It’s nothing to do with me. It’s all in Isbister’s hands.”

Harding shook his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. I bumped into Ray Trathen upstairs. Literally. He used to work for Barney Tozer, apparently. I’m over here on Barney’s behalf, actually. But-”

“You’re the guy he sent for the ring?”

“Yes. How did-”

“Mr. Isbister mentioned it. I know about the ring, of course. Gabriel told me. Look…” She pressed her hands together in a strange, almost prayerful gesture. “Do you want to come in? I’ve just made some tea. It’ll probably be stewed by now, but… you’re welcome to a cup.”

“OK. Thanks.”

The basement was a haven of neatness and order after the cluttered chaos of the rest of the house. Harding was shown into an antiquely equipped but spotlessly clean kitchen, glimpsing a simply furnished lounge and bedroom through open doors along the way. He found himself wondering how old Hayley Winter was. A lot younger than he was, certainly, but maybe not as young as she looked. There was something bemusingly mature yet childlike about her, something weathered but vulnerable.

She poured the tea, in cups and saucers rather than the mugs he might have expected. As she moved to the fridge to fetch the milk, he noticed just how slightly built she was. He tried to stop actively searching his memory for a trace of her. The recollection would come to him eventually, he felt sure. They stood either side of a large, bare, scrubbed table, sipped their tea and looked at each other.

“It’s quite a scrum up there,” said Harding.

“I’m trying to keep out of the way.”

“Good idea.”

“We really have never met, you know.”

“Not even in… August 1999?”

“I wasn’t here then.”

“But the date struck some kind of a chord with you.”

“Only because that’s when the accident was.”

“What accident was that?”

“It’s only what I’ve heard. Barney’s never mentioned it to you?”

“Was Barney involved?”

“Oh yes. He was there. He was very much involved. According to Ray Trathen, that’s why he-” She broke off, frowning again, more suspiciously than before. “Barney hasn’t told you?”

“No. He hasn’t. Why don’t you?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s common knowledge. Pretty common, anyway. But…”

“I won’t tell anyone I heard about it from you, Hayley If you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t mind. Why should I?” She bridled at the implication, then looked slightly abashed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… You really don’t know?”

“Not a thing.”

“But you’re a friend of Barney’s?”

“Friend. Employee. Bit of both. But the employee part’s strictly freelance. I’m doing him a favour where the ring’s concerned, that’s all. My day job is garden maintenance. Barney’s one of my clients.”

“Has he ever explained to you why he left Cornwall?”

“People move to Monaco for one reason and one reason only. To dodge the taxman.”

“I wouldn’t know about that. Gabriel reckoned he left because of the accident. And Ray Trathen will tell you the same.” She sat down at the table. Harding took the hint and sat down opposite her. “It’s none of my business, of course. None at all. It’s only what Gabriel said. It was a diving accident, off the Scillies, in August 1999.” Harding’s ears pricked up. The Scillies, in the summer of 1999, was where Barney had met Carol. “Barney was diving with a girl called Kerry Foxton. They were exploring a wreck. Anyway, there was some problem with Kerry’s oxygen supply. They got separated and she somehow became trapped underwater. By the time they’d found her and brought her to the surface, she’d stopped breathing. She was resuscitated, but had already suffered brain damage. She never recovered.”

“She died?”

“Some time later, yes. I don’t know the details. But a lot of people blamed Barney, apparently. He left for good not long after. Gabriel didn’t seem to think tax was the reason. Neither did anyone else. Officially, no one was blamed. But fingers were pointed. You know how it is. A tragedy like that has to be laid at someone’s door. And Barney was the more experienced diver. So…”

“Was Kerry Foxton from round here?”

“I’m not sure. Like I say, I don’t know the details. Ray Trathen’s the man to ask about that.”

“What makes him such an expert?”

“Well, he was-”

Hayley was cut off by the bleeping of Harding’s phone. Cursing himself for having left the thing switched on, he pulled it out of his pocket, spotted the caller’s number as Carol’s and switched it straight to voicemail. “Sorry. You were saying?”

“Just that Ray Trathen was on the boat they dived from.”

“He was?”

“I guess he didn’t drink so much then. And he was still working for Barney of course. Though not for much longer.”

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