Death on Widow's Walk by Lesley Grant-Adamson

Author:Lesley Grant-Adamson [Grant-Adamson, Lesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

It was barely light when they set out for York. ‘To think I’m doing this for pleasure. I must be mad,’ Robin groaned. He reclined the car seat and pretended to sleep. ‘Wake me up in Yorkshire.’

‘You’ll miss the best of the day.’ She let the little red car rumble over the cobbles and then down the dip to the church and away.

‘Good.’

‘Well, as long as you don’t snore.’

He yawned. ‘I hope you didn’t bring me for scintillating company. I don’t scintillate until quite late in the morning.’

‘I brought you because I might need a witness.’

‘Good God, what are you planning? An accident? Or a bank raid?’

‘Just to talk to some people. It will be handy to have someone to corroborate what they say.’

‘And what are they going to say?’

‘I’ve no idea. I haven’t asked them yet.’

He groaned again and shut his eyes. ‘I’m much better at digging holes in the ground.’

By the time she was watching the bay emerge from the night, Robin Woodley was asleep.

It was true, what she had told him, so far as it went. But she had wanted company, too.

She waited for a set of traffic lights on the fringe of the town to change and looked down at the calmly sleeping figure beside her. A light dusting of freckles. Long reddish eyelashes.

People never saw themselves, only posing, reversed in a reflection. They never knew how they looked when the mind was at rest and the face an unthoughtful blank.

The lights changed. It had been an unnecessary halt, the car had the Saturday streets to itself. Moments later she was through the town and speeding on to the motorway. A couple of lorries trundled a long way ahead, otherwise it was empty. Robin stirred but did not wake as the car swung over to pass them.

If it had been Oliver beside her he would have never relaxed for a second. They would probably have set off arguing about the arrangements. Were they allowing enough time or too much? Were they choosing the right route? Wouldn’t it be better to hire a more powerful car?

Also, he would have wanted to drive most of the way, impatiently cursing other drivers and lane-hopping to the exasperation of Rain and everyone else on the road. Yet it would all be turned into a marvellous running joke that made life with Oliver such hectic fun. Occasionally, when the jokes fell flat, there was misery and then she left.

Twice she had left. She had gone back at his insistence that they both knew they could not do without each other. She believed they both knew that was untrue, but they had got together again anyway. Besides, it was awkward for her to leave. It was her flat.

Rain made herself stop thinking about Oliver and concentrate on the day ahead. Holly Chase had given her the business address of Sabild, Joan Murray’s late husband’s business, and also the address where he lived at the time he died. She meant to visit both those places to begin with.

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