‘You know him?’
Tanner stared at her, saying nothing, his expression unchanging.
‘He told me I shouldn’t eat junk food. Bad for my skin.’ ‘Looks good to me.’ The male gaze.
Kathy met his eyes. After a moment they creased at the corners in what might have been a smile, and he reached for another chip.
‘I’ll have to buy you another helping of chips,’ he said.
‘You certainly know how to treat a girl,’ she said, and immediately wished she hadn’t. It was a stupid remark, brought on by tiredness and by relief that he didn’t seem to be hassling her.
His mouth, a tight, narrow line, widened. That was definitely a smile. He got to his feet and walked away. Kathy took a deep breath and went and ordered another cup of tea.
6
Kathy and Belle sat at the table-tennis table discussing the systems analyst’s progress while the others stood by the tall windows, waiting for the morning sessions to begin.
‘I’d really be better staying with the guys on the computers back at headquarters, Kathy. Why don’t you fax the interview sheets through to me as they appear?’
In the background, Kathy could hear Gordon’s voice: ‘“What can you see?” he asks, and the naturopath says, “Well, I can see that you’ll be taking a long journey across the ocean and meeting a tall dark stranger.” ‘ He got some laughter, not uproarious.
‘Would that be secure?’ Kathy asked.
‘Oh sure. Send it direct to the fax in my office. Here’s the number. And have one of your people send it at this end — don’t just leave it for the office staff here.’
From the background Kathy heard another male voice, louder and deeper.
‘… packs his old dad off to a home. The first morning in the home the old bloke wakes up with an erection, see? A nurse comes in to give him his pills and when she sees his condition she leaps on top of him and has it off with him.’
Kathy said, ‘OK, Belle, let’s do that. I think I’d better get this lot into the right frame of mind for this morning.’
‘… in the middle of the following night he has to go down the corridor for a leak. He’s in the bog when one of the male nurses comes in, pounces on him, throws him to the floor, and rapes the old bugger. Well, next morning he phones his son. “Get me out of here,” he begs, and explains what’s happened. So the son tells him to be patient. “You win some, you lose some, Dad,” he says. “That’s all very well,” the old bloke cries, “but these days I only get one erection a year, whereas I have to go to the bathroom three times a night!’“ General laughter this time.
Kathy groaned.
‘Good luck,’ Belle grinned at her, making for the door.
Another voice began, ‘What about the two nurses who …’
‘Come on,’ Kathy called to the group of police officers. ‘Bring your chairs over here.’
Reluctantly they broke up and came to join her. She took them over the arrangements for the day.
‘I’ve been through most of the interview sheets from yesterday and we haven’t got a lot, as far as I can see. Everybody’s so bloody polite. Nobody’s got anything much to say about Petrou except that he was “nice”, his death is “shocking”, the Director is “wonderful”, the clinic is “splendid”. I want you to go back in your mind over the people you saw yesterday and try to identify anyone who might be able to tell us more about what’s really going on here, anyone I can follow up on today.’
They thought for a moment and then someone spoke. ‘I saw a Mrs Martha Price, Sarge. One of the patients, a widow, in her sixties. She practically lives here, been coming for years. I got the impression she knows the comings and goings, and what the staff get up to. You might try her.’
‘OK. Anyone else? There was a woman complaining at the desk the first time I came here. Cochrane, I think her name was. She might not be as reserved as the others.’
‘Doris Cochrane. I saw her. Hardly got anything out of her.’
Picturing the huge detective towering over the old lady, Kathy could imagine why.
‘What about staff?’
‘How about Rose Duggan? She’s a physio like Petrou, and seemed to know him pretty well. She’s engaged to the Estates Manager character that found the body.’
‘All right. Now look, if there’s anyone you come across this morning that you think could be telling us more, give them to Gordon when you’re done with them. And for goodness’ sake try to get them to tell you what they really think of all this.’
‘Of course we all want to speak well of the dead, Mrs Price.’ Through Ben Bromley, Gordon had managed to acquire a separate interview room for Kathy. Its small dimensions gave the meeting an intimacy which suited her. ‘But it’s very important that we form an accurate picture of what Mr Petrou was like. No one is perfect, after all, and we need to be aware of any of his failings as well as his good points.’
Mrs Price wasn’t going to be rushed. The change from the usual routine was welcome, and she was going to make the most of it. She folded her hands on her lap and looked thoughtful. Kathy noticed that the finger joints were swollen with arthritis.
‘What sort of failings did you have in mind, officer?’
‘Well, I’d rather you told me. I imagine you must have got to know him and the other members of the staff pretty well over the past months.’
‘It is true,’ she conceded, ‘that I’ve probably spent more time here in the last few years than anyone else, except staff of course. Since I developed my condition — ’ she glanced down at the walking stick beside her chair ‘- I’ve found it a great comfort to spend time here, and of course I’ve enjoyed the company of the regulars and the staff. I suppose I have got to know them quite well. But, as my late husband used to say, I see the good in people, and they respond to that. I wouldn’t like to be thought of as someone who goes around talking about people’s failings: She looked disapprovingly at Kathy as if she found her questions seriously lacking in good taste.
‘Yes, of course. “Failings” is the wrong word, really. I suppose what we’re trying to find, to understand, is anything in Mr Petrou’s private life, in his relationships with people, that might have put pressure on him, caused him stress or anxiety, might even have driven him to take his own life.’
‘Of course I’ve tried to think about that, as you can imagine. Tried to remember the poor boy’s state of mind over the past week or two. The trouble is, he seemed perfectly as normal. Cheerful — he always had a bit of a joke with his patients, you know. And what the Americans call “laid back” — not tense or anxious at all. Suave, I’d call him, suave. I don’t think he was any different lately.’
‘Well, that is a mystery, then.’
‘Yes …’ She seemed to hesitate. Kathy waited patiently, letting her find the words.
‘All I can think … It couldn’t have to do with anyone in the clinic, you see. But he had friends outside. All I can imagine is that if he had a problem of some kind … perhaps it was to do with someone outside.’
‘What do you know of his friends outside?’
She frowned. ‘Nothing really. I remember one morning, the first treatment session of the day, he looked very tired, and I teased him, you know, said he looked as if he’d been burning the candle at both ends. And he laughed and said yes, he’d been out with his friends “up West”. I remembered the expression because he seemed rather proud of it, as if he’d just learned it.’
‘Did you take it that his friends were from London, or that they’d just all gone up to the West End for the night?’
‘I … I’m not sure really. I suppose you could have taken it either way.’
Doris Cochrane was even less forthcoming, and as she tried to get her to talk, Kathy realized that it hadn’t been the other detective’s fault that he’d been unsuccessful with her. She sat on the edge of her seat, a frail, bird-like figure, staring at Kathy nervously and mouthing as few words as possible.