Free The Telling Error by Sophie Hannah

traffic, delayed by police in the road ahead – police she’d have been able to see stopping and talking to other drivers – but she’d also have been able to see that the delay wasn’t severe. Wherever she wanted to go beyond Elmhirst Road, she’d have been quicker waiting than doubling back and taking a different route. And no one else waiting in the queue did a U-turn. Not one single other driver.’
    ‘I refer you once again to my birthday-card-delivery scenario,’ said Charlie.
    ‘Except look at this,’ said Sellers. ‘Same camera fifty minutes later. The same silver Audi drives along Lupton Road coming from the Silsford direction, heading south this time. It doesn’t turn into Elmhirst, but look … see how it slows almost to a standstill as it passes the junction?’
    It was undeniable.
    ‘The driver wanted to see if the police were still there,’ said Gibbs. ‘Why else would she have slowed down as she approached the junction? And why does she care what the police are up to?’
    ‘Nosiness?’ Charlie suggested. ‘Most people like to have a gawp if they think something excitingly horrible’s going on. We’re all ghouls at heart.’
    ‘Would most people be nosey enough, and have the spare time, to come back to the same place twice in one day to gawp?’ Gibbs asked. ‘Also, if she wanted to know what was going on, why didn’t she stay in the slow-moving traffic, let the police stop her when it was her turn and just ask them what was happening?’
    ‘OK, so we fast-forward again …’ said Sellers, ‘to … here.’ He pointed the remote control at the screen and pressed ‘play’. ‘Forty minutes later, she’s back, other side of the road, going north again. This time, she comes to a complete stop on Lupton Road at the exact point that’d give her the best view up Elmhirst, holding up the cars behind her.’
    ‘O … K,’ said Charlie. ‘So she’s very,
very
nosey.’
    ‘And then we fast-forward again and find …’
    ‘She comes back
again
?’
    ‘An hour and five minutes later, yeah,’ said Gibbs.
    He, Charlie and Sellers watched in silence as the Audi on the screen drove southbound along Lupton Road and started to brake as it neared the junction with Elmhirst.
    ‘Again, she stops and sits at the end of Lupton, blocking the traffic,’ said Sellers. ‘For even longer this time. Look at the queue behind her – can’t you just hear the beeping of all those angry horns? Still, she stays put for a full minute.’
    ‘So, something’s fishy there, chances are,’ said Charlie. ‘I’m assuming you know who owns the Audi, since you know it’s silver and our drama premiere’s in black and white.’ She nodded at the screen.
    ‘Car belongs to a Mrs Nichola Clements,’ said Sellers. ‘19 Bartholomew Gardens, Spilling.’
    ‘So why aren’t you round there talking to her now?’ Charlie asked.
    ‘It’s definitely worth doing that, isn’t it?’ said Gibbs.
    Charlie laughed. ‘Are you kidding me? Have you got so many other promising leads that you can afford to ignore this one?’
    ‘No, I mean …
I
think it’s worth it, but I wanted your take on it. It could be perfectly innocent, just a local busybody, as you say.’
    ‘Course we have to talk to her,’ said Sellers.
    Charlie exhaled slowly. ‘What’s this about, Gibbs? You’re trying to flatter me by making out my opinion really matters to you – I get that, though I’ve no idea why – but couldn’t you have found something more interesting to ask me, something a bit less obvious? Anyone with a brain, seeing what you’ve just shown me, would say you should speak to Nichola Clements as soon as you can.’
    ‘I’ve been saying it,’ said Sellers.
    ‘Anyone with a brain, and Sellers as well, would say interview Nichola Clements,’ Charlie teased.
    Sellers attempted a smile, but it didn’t take. ‘What the fuck’s wrong with you?’ Gibbs asked him.
    A good moment to leave them to it, Charlie decided. Even