Part 34 (2/2)

'Before they've died, you mean?'

'Mmm. And the body left behind on earth is possessed by a demon, so what seems to be a living man is actually already dead, and has reached a stage beyond ... repentance.'

On the last word, her voice faded away. Cooper looked in his rear-view mirror, and saw that the old lady was fast asleep.

An hour earlier, Diane Fry had taken a call from Nancy Wharton, the former landlady of the Light House.

Of course Mrs Wharton had really wanted to speak to Detective Sergeant Cooper, but he wasn't around. In fact no one seemed to know how to get hold of him, so the call had been put through to Fry as the next best thing. How nice to be a more or less acceptable subst.i.tute for Ben Cooper.

Fry could have phoned Cooper to pa.s.s on the message, she supposed. But why should she? All bets were off since Cooper had gone rogue and carried out those arrests, pulling in Ian Gullick and Vince Naylor for questioning. As far as she was concerned, there was no trust left to be broken.

When she'd parked her Audi in the street on the Devons.h.i.+re Estate, Nancy Wharton met her at the door of her home, with Eliot and Kirsten standing close behind her, crowding the hallway with hostile expressions on their faces. Fry saw that she wasn't even going to get inside the house this time. Definitely second best, then.

'We heard the news just now,' said Mrs Wharton stiffly, speaking as though she'd rehea.r.s.ed some lines to deliver.

'Oh? You've heard about the bodies that were found,' guessed Fry, though it didn't need much guessing. The media had arrived at Oxlow Moor before she'd got there herself.

'Yes, they're saying it's the Pearsons.'

'We can't be a hundred per cent sure at the moment, but ...'

Even to Fry herself it no longer sounded convincing. Mrs Wharton treated the stock phrase with the contempt it deserved.

'Well I'm sure,' she said.

'May I come in? And then we can talk about it properly, perhaps.'

Nancy shook her head. Instead she handed Fry an envelope. Then she began to back away into the hallway, as if she'd performed her role and was about to leave the stage.

'What's this?' asked Fry.

'It's for you. Or rather, for Detective Sergeant Cooper a but they told me he isn't available. So ...'

'Yes, but what is it?'

'That,' said Mrs Wharton, before she closed the door, 'is my husband's confession.'

27.

There was a welcome awaiting Cooper when he and Villiers returned to West Street. Diane Fry was pacing the corridor impatiently, and pounced on Cooper as soon as he appeared.

'We've been waiting for you,' she said. 'Where have you been? She'll only talk to you.'

'Who will?'

'Nancy Wharton, of course.'

'Where is she?'

'In an interview room.'

'Why?'

'She gave us her husband's statement, but obviously we have to question her. We need details, a full account of what happened.'

She was talking too fast, and Cooper wasn't able to take it in.

'Hold on,' he said. 'You'd better rewind a bit, Diane. You're losing me.'

Fry stopped, took a deep breath. 'Of course, you don't know about it. You're out of touch.'

'I wonder whose fault that is?'

'Okay, let's take a few minutes.'

Cooper sat down in her tiny office and read through the letter handed over by Mrs Wharton. It was signed by her husband in a slightly shaky hand, and dated Wednesday a the day that Cooper had talked to him in the hospice. He remembered listening to Wharton tell his story about the Light House closing, seeing the windows of the pub going dark one by one.

It was a very brief letter. More of a note, really. It merely stated that Maurice Wharton admitted full responsibility for the deaths of David and Patricia Pearson in December 2009, while they were guests on his licensed premises at the Light House, Oxlow Moor, Derbys.h.i.+re. Wharton referred to himself as 'the undersigned', as if the formal language might give his statement some kind of legal authority.

'It's useless without evidence, of course,' said Fry, tapping her fingers impatiently as she watched Cooper read.

'Of course.'

'But there's one other thing you should know. David Pearson's financial activities were gone into at the time, during the original inquiry. But not thoroughly enough, it seems.'

'What do you mean?'

'Mr Mackenzie tasked one of the incident room teams to run a new a.n.a.lysis of Pearson's business dealings. And guess what popped up? Among the people who suffered serious losses when the embezzlement was discovered and the company went into receivers.h.i.+p, we found M. and N. Wharton, owners of the Light House Hotel.'

Cooper shook his head in despair. 'You're right, it should have been picked up.'

'Well, I suppose it was just one of hundreds of cases in the files of Diamond Hybrid Securities. There was nothing actually fraudulent about their dealings with the Light House. The Whartons were just unfortunate victims. Collateral damage.'

'So you've brought Nancy in?' said Cooper.

'She didn't want to come. She seemed to think the letter would be enough a that we'd just accept it and go away, without asking any more questions. She's in for a surprise, though. We need to know exactly what happened. And we need some proof a witness statements, forensic evidence. Someone will have to interview the children. Eliot is seventeen. He's old enough to put in the witness box.'

'It won't ever come to court,' said Cooper.

'What? Why not?'

'Maurice Wharton is dying. He can't have more than a few days left to live, weeks at most. I bet Nancy would be at the hospice now, sitting at his bedside, if you hadn't pulled her in.'

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