Murder In Bloom Part 26

'Come up with anything?' asked Libby after a bit.

'Cindy. There's something altogether wrong about her.'

'I agree, but everything she says is logical.'

'Except, as we said earlier, why does she want those doc.u.ments?'

'Perhaps it's not her own doc.u.ments she's looking for?'

Fran nodded, carefully slowing down for the bend in the road that led into Steeple Martin's high street.

'Whose, then? Gerald's?' said Libby. 'To prove he's alive?'

'Could be,' said Fran. 'But did she ransack Tony West's house? And if so, did she do it after or before he was dead?'

'I told you, she couldn't have done,' said Libby. 'She didn't get in to the country until the Sunday when she arrived at Creekmarsh.'

'How did she get to Creekmarsh from the airport?' asked Fran.

'I don't know.' Libby looked bewildered. 'Taxi? Lewis didn't say.'

'We don't know everything,' said Fran, turning into Allhallow's Lane, 'by any means.'

'But we agreed yesterday we were going to leave it alone,' said Libby. 'We said it would be better, and Ben and Guy would be pleased.'

'And Lewis asked us over today.'

'Only to help him get rid of Cindy.' Libby shivered. 'And that turned out not to be necessary.'

'Hmm,' said Fran, and stopped the car.

Libby's mobile rang again.

'Lib, it's me again.'

'Lewis,' Libby said to Fran. 'What's up now?'

'I've just had another talk with Katie.'

'Yes? And?'

'So who do you think gave the police Gerald's DNA?'

Chapter Twenty-four.

'KATIE DID?' SQUEAKED LIBBY.

'Unbelievable, ain't it?' Lewis was breathing heavily. 'Seems she knew Tony better than I thought. She come down here with him when he come to see German Shepherd and he Shepherd gave her some mem mem memory thing.'

'Memento?' suggested Libby.

'That's it. Anyway, that's what she gave the police.'

'Other people would have touched it, though,' said Libby dubiously. 'How did they isolate it?'

Lewis made an explosive sound. 'You ask the most f.u.c.king awful questions,' he said. 'How do I know, for f.u.c.k's sake?'

'All right, all right,' Libby soothed. 'Look, I'm sitting in Fran's car at the moment. I'll phone you back when I get indoors.'

She explained as she got out of the car. 'So, do you want to come in and hear what's going on?'

Fran looked torn. 'So much for non-involvement again,' she said. 'Oh, go on. You can make me some tea. I didn't get one at Lewis's.'

'No,' said Libby, 'I didn't fancy that stewed tea Katie made for Cindy.'

In the kitchen, she removed Sidney from the bread bin and put the kettle on the Rayburn. 'One day,' she said, 'I shall buy an electric kettle. So much quicker.'

'Only when you come in like we have now,' said Fran. 'When you're at home you keep it simmering just off the hotplate, don't you?'

'Mmm. S'pose.' Libby went in search of the phone and punched in Lewis's number. 'Lewis? Now, tell me the whole story.'

'I've told you,' said Lewis with a sigh. 'It turns out Katie knew Tony before I came on the scene. He helped her get in to the outside catering thing.'

'How did they meet?'

'I don't know.' Libby could almost see Lewis frowning. 'She didn't tell me that.'

'What did she actually say? Was it something like "he was a great help to me when I first started out"?'

'Could have been,' said Lewis slowly. 'Anyway she knew him then, and German Shepherd had a couple of dos down here and Tony brought her down to help out. So she met 'em all.'

'I'm surprised she's never told you.'

'She says she a.s.sumed I knew.'

'But what about when the skeleton turned up? Surely she would have said something then?'

'Well, she didn't know anything about Kenneth being killed, did she? If it is Kenneth.'

'I suppose not,' said Libby. 'But why did she give the police this memento, whatever it was?'

'They'd found out the house used to belong to Shepherd, and they wanted to find out if the body was him, didn't they? And when they interviewed her it all came out, so she gave them the thing.'

'What is it? The thing?'

'A scarf of some sort, she said.'

'Well.' Libby looked over at Fran. 'What will you do now?'

'How do you mean? I don't do nothing. I just sit here until the police have finished with it all. Then maybe I can get back to real life.' He sighed again. 'Although I don't know whether I want to stay here, now.'

'I bet.' Libby nodded sympathetically.

'Anyway, I just thought you'd like to know.' He sounded wistful.

'Thanks, Lewis. Chin up. I'll call you tomorrow. Is Adam on his way home?'

'Dunno. I'll go and find out and give him a nudge.'

'He's fed up,' Libby told Fran, when she'd finished relating Katie's story, 'and I don't wonder. I still think it's odd Katie didn't tell him all this when she first worked for him.'

'Sounds as though she was hiding something,' said Fran, accepting a mug of tea. 'And she definitely knew Cindy before.'

'That was why she was so mad at finding her there,' said Libby, sitting down at the table. 'I wondered why she was so anti.'

'Cindy was treating her like the help.'

'Which is explained by the fact that the last time they'd met, Katie was the help.' Libby frowned down at her mug. 'But it doesn't explain her loyalty to Shepherd.'

'How do we know about that?'

'She was so sure he didn't do it, wasn't she? When we were there earlier.'

'And she still wasn't admitting she'd known him.' Fran shook her head. 'Curiouser and curiouser.'

'She did say she'd met him.'

'Yes. And she had told the police. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised she hadn't told us. We're nothing to do with it, really.'

'Although when I first came over to talk to Lewis she was trying to convince me to come back and support him.'

'She probably didn't realise then how far it was going to go,' said Fran. 'And don't forget, West wasn't dead then.'

'Hadn't been found, anyway,' said Libby. 'No, you're right. I expect she's as annoyed as Lewis about getting involved. Perhaps they should both go back to London.'

'Does Lewis keep a home in London?'

'Oh I don't know.' Libby looked up, surprised. 'Never thought to ask.'

'Well, if you speak to him tomorrow ask him and suggest he goes back to it for a bit. He was in London when the skeleton was first found, wasn't he? Adam told you.'

'Well, perhaps that means he's got somewhere to go back to,' said Libby, pushing her mug away. 'I suppose I'd better get on with feeding the hungry hordes.'

'And I'd better get back.' Fran stood up. 'I'm surprised Guy hasn't phoned to find out where I am.'

Later, over dinner, Libby told Adam and Ben about Pickering House, and then about the latest episode in the Creekmarsh mystery.

'Yeah, I saw the police,' said Adam. 'They didn't come near me, though, which is odd, if you think about it.'

'Why?' asked Ben.

'Well, if they were looking for Cindy, who had skipped, by all accounts, then surely they would have searched the grounds and asked me or anyone else working there if they'd seen her.'

'Perhaps they found her, then,' said Libby.

'Lewis would have let you know,' said Adam with a grin. 'You're his mother confessor.'

'He's quite rude to his mother confessor, then,' said Libby.

'Well, you are a bit pushy,' said Adam.

'I'm not!' gasped Libby.

'Inquisitive, then,' said Ben, patting her hand. Libby scowled and went to fetch cheese and biscuits.

Lewis did call in the morning.

'Adam said the police didn't question him yesterday,' said Libby. 'We wondered why.'

'They didn't need to,' said Lewis. 'They know what happened.'

'What?' asked Libby, her stomach sinking in antic.i.p.ation.

'It was what your mate said. The sailing club.'

'I suggested the sailing club in the first place,' said Libby, indignation momentarily overcoming apprehension.

'Whatever,' said Lewis. 'Anyway, they went to have a look.'

'We know that,' said Libby, exasperated. 'We were there.'

'They found something.'

'Oh, G.o.d, what?'

'A boat was missing.'

Relief whooshed through Libby and she sat down abruptly. 'I thought you were going to say they'd found her body.'

'That's what I thought. Anyway, they reckon she must have collected her bags, shot down there and taken off.'