I looked again at her arms. The arms that had held her daughter, Olive, in birth and death. The sentiment caught me unawares, tears prickled my nose. I swallowed hard, touched Agnes on the arm. ‘I’ll wait outside.’ This was her bereavement.
There was nowhere to sit in the corridor so I paced up and down for a bit. Double doors at the end led to the pathology labs and adjacent double doors to an outside yard, delivery area and wheelie bins. Presumably this was where the vehicles came to take bodies away to the funeral parlours. I was leaning against the corridor wall when the doors from the lab swung open. A young man in a white coat swept through and out of the doors to the yard.
I followed. I caught the whiff of tobacco smoke. He inhaled deeply, leaning back against the brick wall. He looked a little startled when he saw me, straightened up.
I smiled. ‘Hi! They ought to give you a smokers’ room.’
‘They have,’ he dragged again, ‘it’s miles away.’
‘And too smoky?’
He laughed. ‘Right.’
‘Do you work in the lab?’
He nodded, blew out smoke.
‘I’ve brought my neighbour in to see her friend, died last night. They’d already moved her down here. Bit embarrassing really. She’s an organ donor. When you do that do they use everything?’
He shrugged. ‘Depends. Some organs go for transplants, kidneys and that. They take those in theatre. Or there might be some research going on so there’s a demand for something particular. Like last year there was someone doing some stuff on livers, they wanted lots of whole livers.’
‘Do they do it here, the research?’
‘Some. Lot of stuff goes off to other centres, some abroad, research labs. Depends.’
‘What sort of thing would they take from Mrs Palmer?’
He looked uncomfortable, looked away. ‘I don’t know if that’s…’
‘I’m sorry. Bit ghoulish, isn’t it!’ I giggled, trying to play up the chatterbox character. ‘Just thought with her being old perhaps they can’t use much.’
‘She had Alzheimer’s, didn’t she?’
I nodded. So did he.
‘They’ve got her down for the brain.’
Of course.
‘They’ve still no way of treating it, still trying to work out why it develops. Lot of research going on all over the place. Like AIDS,’ he said. ‘Whoever finds the cure, they’re going to make millions. Big bucks.’
‘Do they do that here as well?’ I asked. ‘I’m so nosy,’ I added, ‘but my mum always used to say, “Don’t ask – never know”.’
‘I think they do some here but this is going to some private lab they use in Cheshire.’
‘Malden’s!’
Suspicion clouded his face.
‘My cousin works there, research. What a small world, honestly! It’s always happening.’ I rattled on inanely. ‘I went on holiday last year’- Corfu – and who turns out to be in the next apartment but someone from primary school. Amazing. Well, I’d better get back.’ I must have come across as either crass or suspect but it didn’t matter. Lily Palmer was dead and Malden’s were expecting her brain. It just added to the stench surrounding the whole affair.
I returned to wait outside the anteroom. The smoker came in a couple of minutes later. He glanced my way. I grinned and waved like an old friend. He smiled weakly. I guessed he was probably regretting answering my questions but wasn’t worried enough to do anything about my snooping. Probably chalked me up as a typical nosy parker.
Agnes emerged from the anteroom pale but dry-eyed.
‘Has the nurse gone?’ she asked.
‘Yes.’
‘It feels strange, leaving her alone with no one to watch over…’ She broke off for a moment, her hand crept to the brooch on her lapel and fussed with it. ‘That’s what we used to do, you know, when the bodies were laid out at home. You’d keep the candles lit and take turns sitting up with them. It was part of life. That sounds silly, doesn’t it, death being part of life, but it was. Not like this.’ She gestured at the corridor. ‘People wanted to be at home. There was always a neighbour who knew how to prepare the body, she’d come in and you’d help. It was so natural. Nowadays you never hear of it, do you? People would be shocked, wouldn’t they? It’s all left to the professionals now.’
When she finished she stood there, trim in her smart coat and slightly bewildered.
‘Come on,’ I said, ‘time to go.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I nearly collided with Jimmy Achebe leaving the hospital. I don’t know who was more surprised.
‘Jimmy!’
He looked startled, poised to run, until he realised who I was. We both spoke at the same time.
‘How are you?’ I asked. ‘I’m so sorry…’
‘I’ve sent a cheque,’ he blurted out.
We both stopped, embarrassed.
‘Yes, thank you. I got it on Saturday. About Tina…’
He looked away, ill at ease, dropped his cigarette and ground it out, pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. I was aware of Agnes moving a little bit further away from us.
‘I’m so sorry. It must be awful, and to be held at the police station on top of everything else…’
He nodded briskly, sniffed and hunched his shoulders against the cold. ‘Yeah,’ he said quietly.
‘I saw in the paper, about the charges. Do you know when it’ll come to court?’
He shook his head again. ‘They don’t tell me anything.’ He raised his eyes to mine. They were shiny, blazing with hurt. He shuddered.
I couldn’t think of anything to say but it seemed abrupt to leave it like that. He spoke first.
‘Better go, visiting my mum,’ he explained. He nodded towards the entrance. ‘She’s in for tests – and now with all this…’ He left the sentence hanging. The murder of a daughter-in-law would be devastating, even for someone in good health, but to have your son all but accused of killing her into the bargain – horrendous.
‘I am sorry,’ I repeated. ‘Bye, Jimmy.’
He dipped his head in reply and wheeled away through the doors and back into the brightly lit corridor. He seemed eager to go. Did he think hiring me had set in motion the chain of events that had led to Tina’s death? Had it? It wasn’t a question I could ask. I’d have to wait for Bill Sherwin’s trial to see if it was answered. But had that association made him uncomfortable with me or was it just the sheer bloody pain of grief and the awkwardness between people who don’t know how to share it?
I didn’t say anything to Agnes about Jimmy and she was discreet enough not to ask. We made our way back to the car. The sun still shone but the bitter wind cut right through my clothing. It was a relief to get into the car.
‘Did you find anything out?’ She fastened her seat belt.
I hesitated. Would it be insensitive to tell her?
‘Please don’t spare me the details,’ she said sharply. ‘Lily’s dead now, she’s at peace, nothing else can hurt her. The least I can do is find out whether her death was inevitable.’
‘They’re going to remove her brain. It’s going to be sent to Malden’s for research.’
‘Malden’s again. What is going on, Sal?’
I sighed. ‘I don’t know. You need to ring Charles and get him to agree to a post mortem. I can’t see he’d object with what we know about the pills. And that’s what I’ll tell the coroner – that we know she was given very high dosages and we want to see if it contributed to her death. I’ll try the police again too.’