‘Yes, because she took dem to a jeweller, and he said they were real.’
‘Was she was wearing the necklace, the last time you saw her?’
‘She wore it all the time,’ said Gretchen, as Robin scribbled. There’d been no mention of a ruby necklace on the body found on the North Wessex Downs.
‘Did you ever meet him, Gretchen?’
‘No, I didn’t vant her bringing him to the flat, I didn’t want any men from OnlyFans at the flat. She said he vos in the music business—’
A second surge of excitement shot through Robin.
‘—but he did bad things when he vos young.’
‘What sort of bad things?’
‘I don’t know. Sofia thought that made him more…’
‘Exciting?’ suggested Robin, and Gretchen nodded before saying miserably,
‘And she did have him at our flat and I knew, because I saw him leaving the building, when I was coming home. I saw him in the distance, a man like – like you said, with dark, curly hair, and he vos older, and I knew it was him. And I said, “you’ve had O – you’ve had him here, haven’t you?”’
Robin decided to ignore the ‘O’ for the present, but before she could ask her next question, Gretchen started to cry again.
‘I didn’t vont her family to know she was with a married man! They’re religious, they’re quite old! That’s why she wanted to come to the UK to study, to get away from dem! She was… innocent. She vos,’ she told her angry boyfriend, who’d opened his mouth to speak again. ‘She did all dese things, vit the pictures online, but she was… naive. Childish. She vonted to liff in a fantasy… O – he told her not to tell anyone she was with him, because he was married, and he had a kid, but she told me. She was excited about it all, she couldn’t keep it to herself. She vonted to show me the necklace…’
‘Was Sofia with him, the weekend she was killed?’ Robin asked again.
‘I don’t know,’ said Gretchen tearfully, ‘but I sink zo. She said she was going to be going somewhere special. He travelled a lot, so I thought maybe they were going abroad, but she was giggling about it, as if it was… naughty, or something, so then I thought maybe he was going to take her to his house, because his vife was going to be away. I didn’t like it, I didn’t think she should… not viz a married man and a father, it wasn’t right.’
‘Did Sofia tell you where the man lived?’
‘She said he had a big house in the country, with a swimming pool.’
‘Can you remember a county, a town?’
Gretchen shook her head.
Robin laid down her pen.
‘I can tell you’re a good person, Gretchen,’ she said. ‘You’ve got morals. You were worried about what Sofia was up to with that man, and you clearly felt protective of her.’
Gretchen closed her clear green eyes, as though she couldn’t bear to look at Robin.
‘And that’s why I know something big must have stopped you telling the police about this man,’ Robin continued.
‘Ja, I already told you – her family—’
‘I’m afraid I don’t believe it’s because you wanted to protect her parents from knowing she was having an affair with a married man,’ said Robin firmly. ‘They already knew she’d been posting nudes online for money. Anyway, if he’s the one who murdered their daughter, do you honestly think they wouldn’t want him caught?’
Gretchen started to cry again.
‘Are you scared of him?’ said Robin. ‘Are you afraid he’ll do something to you, if you talk about him?’
Max was now staring up at the Deadbeats’ poster. He’d stopped trying to control the interview; the thing he’d tried to prevent had already happened.
‘Gretchen,’ said Robin, dropping her voice, ‘has this man got pictures of you, too?’
A tiny negative jerk of the head was the only response, but Gretchen’s sobs increased.
‘Has he?’ said Robin quietly, and this time, Gretchen nodded.
‘S-Sofia – he offered her a lot for some pictures of the two of us – I… I vos drunk. And next day… I vonted her to tell him to delete them, but I know he’s still got them…’
‘The best thing you can do, right now, is tell me that man’s name, and anything else you can remember about him,’ said Robin.
‘But der pictures will get in der papers,’ sobbed Gretchen.
‘If you’re a witness, there are ways of protecting you—’
‘People vill know it vos me, my family, people at college—’
‘Future employers,’ interjected Max angrily.
‘People will tink I do things like det all the time, I don’t, I never did, I vos drunk and she said I could haff half the money…’
‘You’d rather Sofia’s killer got away with it, would you?’ said Robin in a low voice. ‘You’d rather this man stays free to murder other girls? Or d’you really think Sofia got what she deserved, for being silly, and liking ruby necklaces?’
‘No!’ squealed Gretchen. ‘I liked her! She was funny and she vos… she vos sweet…’
‘Then tell me everything you know about this man,’ said Robin firmly.
‘She didn’t tell me anything except his job, and that he had a vife.’
‘And his name?’ said Robin.
‘It vossn’t his real name,’ said Max contemptuously. ‘He wouldn’t use det.’
But Gretchen, who had mingled snot and tears dripping from her chin, whispered:
‘Osgood. Calvin Osgood, but she called him Oz.’
Max heaved a large sigh, put his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders and said,
‘Und jetzt rufen wir einen Anwalt an.’
‘Yes,’ said Robin, closing her notebook. ‘I think calling a lawyer’s a very good idea.’
46
And like the cloudy shadows
Across the country blown
We two fare on for ever,
But not we two alone.
‘Well, I sure as hell haven’t got anything to beat what you got yesterday,’ said Strike, when Robin arrived at the office at eleven o’clock the following morning. They were to be lunching with Decima Mullins at Quo Vadis in Dean Street and Strike had suggested a quick in-person catch-up before meeting the client, not because there was much to say that hadn’t already been communicated by text, email and phone, but because he was continuing to seize every opportunity for private chats with his partner.
It was another chilly day, the sky smoke grey, and Robin was wearing a forest green knitted dress and black boots appropriate to both the chilly weather and their client’s choice of restaurant. Strike, who was wearing the only suit that currently fitted him after over a year of intermittent dieting, refrained from telling Robin she looked good. All of that could wait for the Lake District hoteclass="underline" until then, he thought it best to maintain a strict professionalism.
‘So, what d’you reckon are the odds that Oz and Medina cleared out Wright’s flat?’
‘Getting much, much higher,’ said Robin, trying to sound upbeat.
The triumph she’d felt in the immediate aftermath of her interview with Gretchen and Max had become tinged with anxiety overnight. Once again, she and Strike were in possession of information the police should be given. Strike had said he’d tell Wardle, leaving Robin praying once again that her boyfriend wouldn’t hear where the intelligence had come from, but she had the feeling it was only a matter of time, now, before Murphy realised what they were really up to.