exterior self was coping, that was all. She was dry-eyed, though her voice was wobbly, but her comparative composure put me on the right track.
âWhat can I do?â I asked gently and, remembering my situation, added, âYou heard it was me who found her.â
âYes. The police told me. They fetched me from Canterbury. Thatâs where I work. Guy told me about you too.â
He would. âI just barged in at the wrong time. I had nothing to do with thisââ I stopped. No words could sum up Pollyâs death for me.
âI wouldnât be here if I believed you did.â
âThen back to my first question. What can I do?â
She looked so young, with her white T-shirt and skirt, and her hands clasped round her knees. Younger than Cara, and I felt as fatherly towards her as if Polly and I had created her. Stupid though it might seem, I felt I had a duty of care.
She and Cara were both robust and normally able to cope, but when the unexpected strikes, hand in hand with tragedy, it could be a different matter.
Beaâs words shot out like bullets: âFind out who did it.â
Iâd half expected this, as why else would she have come to see me? The word âdetectiveâ was obviously a rock for her to cling to, no matter that a car detective like me might not have the same powers in a situation such as this. Half forewarned and half prepared, I switched gears as smoothly as an automatic.
âSo the police do think suicide is ruled out. They wouldnât come clean with me. Iâm glad about that, Bea. How could she have been so unhappy, with you at her side?â
She winced. âI made them tell me the truth. They tried the usual stuff. Awaiting the path report, but ââ she gulped â âthe blood and angle of the . . .â
I jumped in to help her. âHad her body been moved?â
âThey donât think so. Not even by you.â Brave Bea managed to summon up a smile. âOr so I gathered.â
âYou really think I can help? Itâs cars I specialize in.â
âSame stuff needed,â Zoe said firmly with one of her looks which dared me to let Bea down.
Was it? I thought about the qualities that made me useful to Dave Jenningsâ crime unit. Itâs hard to be objective about oneâs own attributes, but I suppose mine might include obstinacy, devotion to the hunt, eye for detail, an ability to see the whole picture and instinct. The mere whiff of a recent paint job can set me off on the right (or sometimes the wrong) track. And last of all, though it should perhaps have been top of the list, comes knowledge. Knowledge of past, and present and possibly future cars, together with the experience of mankindâs spectrum of attitudes to them and consequent behaviour. Nevertheless, knowledge of relationships between human beings was what was needed in this case, and much as I would be flooring the accelerator to put Pollyâs killer behind bars, I was a relative amateur in this field. For my car detective work, I have a link to the crime world through a chap called Brian Woollerton, who runs a team of informants, but for human relationships Iâve only myself and bruising experience.
âI donât know enough about Polly,â I said simply. âIâd need help.â
Bea understood. âNobody ever knows more than a part of someone else. I reckon thatâs true of mother and daughter as well as you and Mum.â
I was taken aback. âDid I make it that obvious?â
âWeâre not babes and sucklings, Jack,â Zoe said gently for her.
âSuckers though,â Bea commented ruefully. âThe police are after Tomas, as suspect number one. They were asking me just what our relationship was, and when I told them the truth, I could hear their little brains clicking away: Tomas thought he was on to a good thing in me and decided to hurry along the day when heâd
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