“I see. Santo Kerne was doing duty as the fire,” Bea said.
“My other lover was a very good man, and I quite enjoyed him. In all respects. His company in and out of bed was good, and I didn’t wish to lose it. But for me to continue to be with him-to please him sexually and to be pleased by him in turn-I needed a second lover, a secret lover. Santo was that.”
“Do all these lovers of yours know about each other?” Havers asked.
“They would hardly be secret if they did.” Aldara moved from the shovel to the rake. Her boots, Bea saw, were becoming encrusted with manure. They looked expensive and would bear the scent of animal faeces for months. She wondered the other woman didn’t care about that. “Santo knew, naturally. He had to know in order to understand the…I suppose I could call them the rules. But the other…No. It was essential that the other never know.”
“Because he wouldn’t have liked it?”
“Oh that, of course. But more than that, because secrecy is the key to excitement and excitement is the key to fire.”
“I notice you’ve been referring to the other bloke in the past tense. Was not is. Why would that be?”
Here Aldara hesitated, as if she realised what her answer was going to connote to the police.
Bea said, “May we assume the past is just that?”
“Finito,” Havers added in case Aldara didn’t get the meaning.
“He and I are having a cooling-off period,” Aldara said. “I suppose that’s what you’d call it.”
“And this began when?”
“Some weeks ago.”
“Instigated by whom?”
Aldara didn’t reply, which was answer enough.
“We’ll need his name,” Bea said.
The Greek woman appeared quite surprised by the request, which seemed a largely disingenuous response, as far as Bea was concerned. “Why? He didn’t…He doesn’t know…” She hesitated. She was thinking it over, considering all the signs, Bea concluded.
“Yes, darling,” Bea said to her. “Indeed. It’s very likely he does.” She told her about Santo’s conversation with Tammy Penrule, about Tammy’s advice to him about being honest. “As it turns out, Santo apparently wasn’t asking about whether he should tell Madlyn because Madlyn found out on her own. So it stands to reason he was asking about telling someone else. I expect it’s your gentleman. Which, as you can well imagine, puts him rather into the hot seat.”
“No. He wouldn’t have…” But she hesitated once again. The fact that she was tossing possibilities round inside her attractive head was obvious. Her eyes grew cloudy. They seemed to communicate all the ways in which she knew he very well could have.
“I’m no expert on the subject, but I expect most men don’t care much for sharing their women,” Bea pointed out.
“It’s a cave dweller sort of thing,” Havers added. “My hearth, my fire, my woolly mammoth, my woman. Me Tarzan, you Jane.”
Bea added, “So Santo goes to him and tells him the truth: ‘We’re both having Aldara Pappas, mate, and that’s how she wants it. I just thought you were owed an explanation of where she is when she isn’t with you.’”
“Absurd. Why would Santo-?”
“Logically, he probably wouldn’t have wanted another scene like the scene with Madlyn, especially if it involved a man who might beat the hell out of him in a confrontation.”
“And he was beaten by someone,” Havers pointed out, speaking helpfully to Bea. “At least he was well punched out.”
“Indeed he was,” Bea returned to Havers and then went on to Aldara with, “Which, as you can perhaps imagine, does make things look iffy for the other bloke.”
Aldara dismissed this. “No. Santo would have informed me. That was the nature of our relationship. He wouldn’t have spoken to Max-” She stopped herself.
“Max?” Bea looked at Havers. “Did you note that, Sergeant?”
“Got it in concrete,” Havers said.
“And his surname?” Bea asked Aldara pleasantly.
“Santo had no reason to tell anyone anything. He knew if he did, I would end our arrangement.”
“Which, naturally, would have devastated him,” Bea noted sardonically, “as it would have done to any man. Right. But perhaps the whole of Santo was more than the sum of the parts you saw.”
“That would be the dangly bits,” Havers muttered.
Aldara shot her a look.
Bea said, “Perhaps Santo actually felt guilty about what you two were up to. Or perhaps after the scene with Madlyn, he wanted more off you than you were giving and he reckoned this was the way to get it. I don’t know although I’d like to find out and the way to find out is by talking to your other lover: former, cooling, or otherwise. So. We’re at the end point here. You can give us his surname or we can talk to your employees and get it from them because if this other bloke wasn’t your secret lover like Santo was, it stands to reason he didn’t have to come to you under cover of darkness and you didn’t have to slither off to meet him in someone’s wheelie bin. So someone here is going to know who he is, and that someone is likely to give us his surname.”
Aldara thought about this for a moment. From out in the courtyard, a whir of machinery started, suggesting that Rod was having success in his efforts with the mill. Aldara said abruptly, “Max Priestley.”
“Thank you. And where might we find Mr. Priestley?”
“He owns the Watchman, but-”
Bea said to Havers, “The town rag. He’s local, then.”
“-if you think he had anything to do with Santo’s death, you’re wrong. He didn’t, and he wouldn’t.”
“We’ll let him tell us that himself.”
“You can, of course, but you’re being foolish. You’re wasting your time. If Max had known…If Santo had told him despite our agreement…I would have known about it. I would have sensed it. I can tell this sort of thing with men. This…this internal disturbance they have. Any woman can tell if she’s attuned.”
Bea observed her steadily before responding. Interesting, she thought. They’d somehow touched on a tender spot in Aldara: a psychic bruise that the woman herself had not expected to be bothered by. There was a tinge of desperation to her words. Worry about Max? Bea wondered. Worry about herself?
She said to Aldara, “Were you in love with this one? Unexpected for you, I wager.”
“I didn’t say-”
“And you do think Santo told him, don’t you? Because…I believe Santo informed you he was going to tell him. Which itself suggests…?”
“That I did something to stop Santo before he could? Don’t be absurd. I didn’t. And Max didn’t harm him. Neither did anyone I know.”
“Of course. Take that down, Sergeant. No one she knows and all the relevant et ceteras you can manage to wring from that.”
Havers nodded. “Got them in bronze this time.”
Bea said to Aldara, “So now that we’re down to it, let me ask you this. Who’s next on the pitch?”
“What?”
“The excitement-and-secrecy-provoking pitch. If you were ‘cooling off ’ with Max but still bonking Santo, you needed someone else, yes? Or you’d have had only one-only Santo-and that wouldn’t do. So who else have you got, when did he climb onboard, and can we assume that he, too, was supposed to know nothing about Santo?”
Aldara drove her shovel into the earth. She did it easily, without anger or dismay. She said, “I believe this conversation is at an end, Inspector Hannaford.”
“Ah. So you did get someone onboard prior to Santo’s death. Someone closer to your age, I’ll wager. You seem the sort who learns quickly, and I expect Santo and Madlyn gave you a very good lesson about what it means to take up with a teenager, no matter how good he is in bed.”