I'd been staring down at the papers on the desk but a flickering of the screen made me look up. A message had flashed up.
AN ILLEGAL OPERATION HAS BEEN PERFORMED AND THE SYSTEM WILL BE CLOSED DOWN.
Then the screen went blank. I'd seen the message before. It might mean nothing. In any case, my time was up. I switched off the computer, gathered up the papers and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair. The papers went into my pocket. I switched off the desk lamp and walked to the door.
Standing in darkness, listening hard, I could hear the usual hospital sounds, but all at a distance. The corridor outside was uncarpeted and I was sure I would have heard someone approaching. Risking it, I opened the door and glanced left and right. Voices. The door to my own office was open and I had to walk past it to get out. No use hanging around. Thanking my lucky stars I was wearing trainers and could move reasonably quietly, I walked quickly past my door, out through the swing doors at the end of the corridor and down the stairs. Praying I wouldn't bump into anyone I knew, I went out through A & E; not the route I'd have preferred as it was always the busiest part of the hospital, but it was the fastest way out. In the car park, I paused to think. It was nine fifty-five in the evening and I needed transport. Somehow, I had to get back to Dana's house to collect my car. I started to walk through the car park and then stopped. And almost laughed.
My car was parked in the area reserved for hospital staff. My keys were still in my pocket. Someone had even put Elspeth's bicycle in the back.
It was too late to leave the islands that night, but that part of the plan had changed anyway. I was going nowhere. I had more to find out and – priority for the morning – I was going to tell people I could trust. The one person I was going to find, somehow, was Helen. Dana's Helen. She was a high-ranking detective in Dundee. If Dana trusted her that was good enough for me.
First I needed some clothes and a sleeping bag, in case I ended up spending the night in my car. I parked a quarter of a mile down from the house, tucking the car away behind some garages. Then I pulled Elspeth's bicycle out of the back and cycled, in the late twilight, up the hill. I walked round the house once, peering into all the downstairs windows, but it seemed empty. As softly as I could, I turned the key and slipped inside. The mail lying behind the door scraped against the tiled floor. I closed the door and listened. Nothing. I was pretty sure the house was empty but I was jumpy all the same. I ran upstairs, found a holdall and threw some clothes into it. My sleeping bag was on top of the wardrobe and I grabbed a pillow from our bed for good measure. My jewellery, what little I possessed, went in the bag too. Last, I found Granddad's old horse gun and tucked it away under some clothes.
I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and it occurred to me that I might never see this room, this house again. It was only polite to leave a note.
On our dresser was a photograph of Duncan and me on our wedding day. He, tall and elegant in full morning dress, was kissing my hand at the door of the church. I was draped in cream lace and, for the only time in my life, looked feminine. I'd always loved that photograph. I picked it up, dropped it and stamped down hard with my right foot. The glass shattered and the wooden frame cracked at one corner. Should get the message across.
I struggled downstairs, not entirely sure how I would balance everything on the bike. The answer machine was flickering. Five messages. They could be important. I pressed play:
'Tora, this is Richard. It's just gone noon on Tuesday. Elspeth and I are concerned about you. Please call.'
Yeah, I'll bet you're concerned. I pressed erase.
'Tor, it's me. What's going on? I've been trying your mobile all day. Will you phone me, please?'
Erase.
'Tora, look – this really isn't funny. Everybody's worried about you. Just let us know you're OK… It's really difficult for me to get away at the moment. Jeez, Tora, just phone, will you?'
Erase.
'It's me again. I just heard about Dana. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Can you phone, please, just to let me know you're OK?… I love you.'
Well, call me a sucker if you like, but I couldn't erase that one. I pressed the button for the last message. New voice.
'Tora, this is a bad idea. You need to come back in now. I hope to God you're not driving. Let me know where you are and I'll come and pick you up.'
Like that was really going to happen. I pressed erase. It worried me though. If Kenn had told the local police I was driving around under the influence of sedative drugs I could expect to be picked up within minutes of leaving home.
I carried my stuff to the door and bent to pick up the mail. I was planning to dump it on the coffee table in the living room but one item caught my attention. It was a lilac envelope, with Tora hand- written on the front. There was no stamp and I could feel something heavy and hard inside. I opened it, took out a gold key and read the short note; the first I'd ever received from beyond the grave.
26
SOMEHOW I MANAGED TO FREEWHEEL ELSPETH'S BIKE BACK down the road to where my car was parked. I struggled to get my bags and the bike into the back and start the engine. I think it would have been tricky even if I hadn't been sobbing.
It started to rain as I set off back towards Lerwick. I couldn't stop crying. I thanked God it wasn't quite dark because I had to drive fast. They'd look for me on this road. Once I hit the edge of Lerwick it would be easier to hide. They'd never guess where I was going.
Tora [Dana's note had said]
Just spoke to your mum-in-law. Is she always like that?
Your message very helpful. Things are starting to come together.
Assume you're heading back here. Don't stay home by yourself. Come to my house. Let yourself in and wait.
Worried about you! Get in touch soon, please.
Dana
She'd put both the date and time of writing in the top corner. Twelve noon that day. I realized it would be crucial in establishing time of death and that I ought to hand it over to the police immediately. Knowing my luck, I'd have the opportunity some time in the next five minutes.
But no patrol cars pulled me over on the short drive back to Lerwick. Once I was off the highway I felt a bit safer. It took me a few more minutes to get to the Lanes and, driving past Dana's usual car park, I headed for the next one along.
The front door had been repaired – quick work, guys – but the key still worked. Dana's hallway seemed still, silent. I stood for a long moment, listening, and realized the house wasn't silent at all. Houses never are. I could hear faint gurgles of water heating up; a soft buzz of electronic equipment; even the ticking of a clock. Nothing to send my already racing pulse-rate into orbit. I'd brought a flashlight and, switching it on, I walked through the hall to the kitchen. The room was spotless. The floor looked freshly scrubbed, the stainless steel around the sink area was gleaming. Without really thinking what I was doing – maybe I was hungry and acting subconsciously – I crossed to the fridge and opened it.
Dana had been shopping. The salad tray was full. A giant tub of apricots sat on one shelf, several wrapped Continental cheeses on another. Natural yoghurt by the bucketful. Two litres of skimmed milk, a litre of cranberry juice and a bottle of good white wine sat in the fridge door. Above them nestled a row of organic eggs. No meat or fish. Dana had been vegetarian.
I thought about eating but knew I couldn't. I closed the fridge door and left the kitchen. I had to go upstairs.
One step at a time, I retraced the last journey I'd made in this house, thinking, as we all do at such times, if only… If only I hadn't panicked on Unst; if only I'd gone back to Richard and Elspeth's house and stolen Elspeth's car instead of her bicycle, I'd have been back on the main island in a couple of hours, I could have been here before Dana…