Jack continued reading one press cutting after another, all covering the same story. The police were still searching for him and there were fears for his safety, which seemed to be related to his various business deals with Russia. There were suggestions that he was owed a considerable amount of money and had recently put pressure on a billionaire businessman in Moscow for payment, threatening to reveal details of their business dealings. It was hinted that illegal transfers of large amounts of money were involved.
This was all extremely interesting, but the reality was that although he was now convinced Sandra Raynor was Lorna Elliot, he still had no proof. He needed to get in touch with Ridley. As usual there was no reply on his mobile, so he left two messages asking him to call back urgently. For a moment he considered contacting the Essex team, but then decided against it until he had confirmation that he was on the right track.
After some more digging around, Jack managed to trace Lorna Elliot’s family. She was born in Brighton in 1967, which made her current age fifty-five. She had one older sister, Norma, who was deceased. Both parents were also deceased but there was an aunt still living, Barbara Elliot, aged 88, living in Hove. Jack looked up her address and phone number and was just contemplating calling her when Penny knocked on the door with his toasted sandwich and coffee.
‘Sorry it took so long,’ she said. ‘Hannah woke up, so I had to see to her. I think I’m going to make fried chicken with rice for dinner. Maggie will be due home early today. And I think we need a new coffee machine as something seems to be wrong with it; I had to make you instant.’
Penny put the tray down on his desk, and the next minute Hannah tottered in with a sippy cup in her hand. She swung it around and juice sprayed out from the spout. Penny quickly picked her up and Hannah started howling that she wanted to be with daddy. Jack stood up and took her in his arms.
‘Daddy’s working but if you wait for a little bit then I can come and play with you. Daddy has important work which he has to finish before he can play.’
Hannah wasn’t happy and started kicking and wriggling in his arms. In the end the only thing that quietened her down was half of his toasted cheese sandwich. Penny then took her firmly by the hand and led her out of the room to leave Jack in peace.
He focused on collating all of the new information for Ridley to look at. He had not been that successful with Anton Lord and was about to do some further checks when his mobile phone rang. It was Ridley who, as usual, said that he was unable to talk. He asked if they could meet in their usual place at the same time. Jack started explaining that he was going to be on nights and would leave a message if he was unable to see him, but Ridley ended the call before he could finish.
Jack was now really pissed off. ‘Ungrateful sod. He’s got no bloody idea what I’ve got on my plate,’ he muttered to himself.
He took a mouthful of the cheese toastie and was gulping down half a mug of the now-cold instant coffee when there was yet another knock on the door.
‘I said I’d be there in a little while!’ he snapped.
Maggie opened the door, carrying a full laundry basket.
‘Well, excuse me for living! I’ve only just got home. I’m gathering all the dirty laundry to do a wash. Why aren’t you at the station?’
‘I told you I was going to be on a mixture of nights and day shifts with all the work on with the Middleton case. And you won’t believe what I’ve dug up this afternoon; it’s mind-blowing. I think I’ve found out who that woman Sandra Raynor really is...’
Maggie dumped the laundry basket down and stood with her hands on her hips.
‘If you’re going to be working all night, why are you working on that Ridley business as well? You need to get your priorities straight, Jack; you’ll get into the station and after a couple of hours you’ll be knackered. Remember how you felt last night?’
Jack shook his head. ‘I feel great. I’m really buzzing, and the leg-work I’ve been doing is paying off. I know who Sandra Raynor is. Her real name is Lorna Elliot.’
Maggie sighed. ‘You know what, Jack: I don’t really care if her name’s Jemima Puddle-Duck. We need to talk about some important stuff that you keep pushing to one side.’
Maggie closed the door so that they couldn’t be overheard.
‘Penny has bought a new toaster which is very kind of her, but the old one was perfectly adequate. And to be honest, if we had needed a new one then I would like to have chosen it. I’m really not that keen on a toaster with bright yellow sides! And now the coffee percolator is burnt out, although it was in perfect working order this morning. The iron has been left on twice; she’s boiled the kettle black, and I am not going to get a new electric one because she’ll probably blow that up. I really think you need to sit down with her and have a talk, Jack.’
‘Listen, Mags, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but I have to move my butt now or I’ll be late for work. I agree that I need to have a chat with Mum, and I promise you that I will as soon as I have a minute. We’ll sit down and have a proper heart to heart.’
‘When?’
‘What?’
‘When will that be, Jack?’
‘Christ, as soon as I get a break, alright?’
‘You had a break today. You had a lie-in. Why didn’t you have that chat with her today?’
‘Because I had things to do. Like I said, I’ve traced this woman’s identity and I had to go into the city to meet a contact who helped. It gave me a big energy boost, making some real progress.’
‘Well, bully for you,’ she said dismissively. ‘When do you think I might get to have an energy boost, whatever the hell that is? Doesn’t it ever occur to you that I also have a lot of work pressures? I’m worn to a frazzle, but I never get so much as a pat on the back from you. The whole family has to focus on Jack Warr, and it’s about time you started to think about somebody else for a change — starting with me!’
‘Come on, Mags, don’t be like this, please,’ Jack said in a placating tone. ‘I’m very sorry for whatever I’ve done or haven’t done.’
‘That’s just it, Jack. You don’t do anything that is important for us as a family. It’s all work, work, work, and then you moan about how you can’t deal with the pressure.’
‘I never said that.’
Maggie threw her hands up in the air.
‘Fine! Look, now is not the time to have an argument. I’m too tired, and you have to go, so let’s just leave it at that for now. When you do “have a minute” we need to have a serious talk about things.’
Maggie picked up the laundry basket and opened the door, slamming it behind her.
Jack sat in his chair, rocking from side to side. He and Maggie rarely argued — he had certainly never seen her as angry as this — and he was unsure how to handle it. He cursed himself for being such a selfish prat.
Last night he had needed her so much, and she had given him solace. He reflected on the quiet and gentle way she had tended to him, listening to the horrors he relayed without making any response or judgement. He knew he needed to be a better and more caring person for her.
He wanted to apologise to Maggie before he left for the station, for not treating her the way she deserved. He straightened his tie and ran his hands through his hair, deciding to stay in his suit. He shoved all the files and papers into his briefcase, then hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks at the sight of the gleaming chrome and yellow plastic toaster. He called out for Maggie as Penny came into the kitchen.
‘You just missed her,’ Penny said. ‘She’s gone for a run, pushing Hannah in her stroller. I don’t want to talk out of turn, but you know she’s under so much pressure at work, and with you working all hours too, you need to spend some quality time together, go out for a nice meal. I can always babysit. You need to look after her, Jack.’