Part 16 (1/2)

'Yes,' said Kate pointedly to Paul. 'Do we?'

'What's the point? It was just road rage. He'll be long gone by now. And he didn't actually do anything they could prosecute him for. It's not as if we've got any evidence either.' He avoided Kate's gaze. 'We don't even know who he was.'

'Didn't you get his licence plate number?'

'No... Look, I really don't think there's any point calling the police.'

Penny looked at him long and hard. She obviously knew he wasn't telling the whole truth. But he returned her stare without flinching.

'Well, it's your decision,' she said after a while.

'That's right.'

Kate could feel her heart jumping beneath her blouse. The pointer padded over to where she sat and stuck his wet nose into the palm of her hand. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness washed over her. In times of extreme stress, the human brain sometimes takes the option of shutting itself down to avoid trauma. Mrs Bainbridge; seeing Sampson again; the pursuit, the confusion over Paul's strange behaviour. She wanted to sit here and stroke the ridiculously-named dog and not have to think about any of it.

But that wasn't an option. Oh, how she missed the cool atmosphere of the lab, where all made sense; where everything could be measured and weighed and a.n.a.lysed. Where, if things didn't go as they should, there was always an explanation.

'We ought to get going,' Paul said.

'But what if this road-rager is still out there?' Penny asked.

Andrew said, 'I could take the Land Rover out and check if the coast is clear.'

He moved to the door.

'Be careful, darling,' Penny said, with a tremor of genuine concern in her voice.

Andrew returned fifteen minutes later fifteen minutes during which Penny paced the sitting room with the dog at her heels, her nervousness a reproach to Kate, to not make snap judgements about other people's relations.h.i.+ps. Or her own relations.h.i.+ps, for that matter, she thought. She was desperate to get Paul on his own to find out why the h.e.l.l he'd been acting so weirdly.

'No sign of the b.u.g.g.e.r, so I think it should be safe for you to leave,' said Andrew, throwing his Barbour down on an armchair.

Paul stood up immediately. 'Excellent. Let's go, Kate.'

As Kate rose to her feet, Andrew added, 'Big story on the local radio news. Some elderly woman has been found shot outside her house.'

'Shot?' Penny exclaimed.

'Yes, in Hednesford.'

'Good heavens, that's where I play boules! How could something like that happen in a sweet little village like Hednesford?'

Kate tried to remain calm, but she couldn't shake the image of Mrs Bainbridge crumpling in front of her hollyhocks and lavender. She had taken a bullet meant for Paul, and Paul was now standing here, staring intently into the garden, grim-faced.

'You didn't come through Hednesford, did you?' Penny asked.

'No. No, we didn't,' said Paul.

'We should go,' Kate said, her voice trembling. 'Can I just use your toilet first?'

'Of course.'

When Kate emerged from the loo, Penny and Andrew were deep in conversation, holding hands. She was sure she heard Penny call Andrew 'poppet'.

Penny said, 'Your friend has gone out to his car already.'

'Oh. Okay. Well, thank you both so much.'

'Think nothing of it.'

After the young couple had driven away, Andrew turned to Penny. 'What did you make of that?'

'I didn't believe a word they said.'

'No. I certainly didn't believe all this stuff about road rage. I didn't believe that Paul chap when he said they hadn't been through Hednesford either.'

Penny felt a rush of excitement. 'You don't think they might have had something to do with the old woman's death?'

Andrew strode towards the phone. 'I made a note of their registration number when I went out. I'm going to call the police.'

After dialling the Stafford police and explaining about the strange couple that had visited them, Andrew went outside, keen to join the rest of his hunting party. He looked around for his shotgun.

'Penny, darling,' he called. 'Have you seen my gun?'

She emerged from the house. 'No where did you put it?'

'I left it right here, propped against the wall. I...oh, blast.'

They both looked towards the road.

'I'd better call the police again,' Andrew said.

Kate and Paul pa.s.sed through Slitting Mill and out onto the main road again. At Kate's insistence they had backtracked a little way to try to find Kate's phone but there was no sign of it. Paul used his own phone to call Kate's number, but nothing rang, even though they walked back and forth along the road close to the spot where Kate was sure Paul had thrown it, nervously half-expecting Sampson to jump out at them from behind a tree. While they were searching, Paul asked Kate about Sampson, and she explained about the creepy odd-job man at the CRU who never seemed comfortable in the role.

After ten minutes' fruitless searching, Kate was forced, reluctantly and with bad grace, to accept the fact that her phone was gone. She felt annoyed with Paul, both about the phone, and about his odd behaviour. They drove in silence to the outskirts of Stafford, glancing behind them in the car's mirrors all the way, and as they pa.s.sed a row of shops and a pub, Kate said, 'Pull over. We need to talk.'

Paul pulled up outside the pub, The Red Lion.

Kate took a deep breath. 'Why did you lie to them, Paul?'

He reached for her hand, and she flinched away.

'Kate...'

'No. Don't touch me. Not until you've explained yourself. Why did you tell them you didn't know who was chasing us? Why did you lie about Hednesford-on-the-Hill? And why wouldn't you let me call the police?'

He pinched the bridge of his nose and stared at the dashboard. He thought about the shotgun in the boot of the car, wondered if his impulsive move to take it had been a mistake that would destroy Kate's trust in him even further. Finally, he turned to look at her. 'Okay. I'm going to tell you the truth now. I'm sorry I didn't before, but when you hear it, you'll understand why. But first I need a drink and so will you.'