Elaine held the tea towel against her face, smothering her cries.
Ebony looked at Carter and he nodded; his eyes went to Jeanie and then flicked towards the door.
Jeanie stepped forward to hug Elaine Styles.
‘I think the best thing is if you come with me now and we go and see if it’s Emily.’
Mr Styles looked up and nodded. He looked at his wife.
She nodded.
‘Will you lock up? Elaine asked him.
The couple sat in the back of Carter’s car with Jeanie. Ebony looked across at Carter, who was driving. In the year she had worked with him she was still learning about his character. Things affected him that she didn’t think would. He was feeling it today. He kept his eyes on the road. He was saying the bare minimum. It was a Sunday morning. Shoppers were beginning to feel the Christmas lure. The sun had come out to start melting the snow. The car was silent until Trevor Styles asked:
‘Where did you find her?’
Carter looked in the mirror as he answered.
‘She was found in King’s Cross, Mr Styles, in the Regent’s Canal.’
‘Did she drown?’
‘No. We think she was strangled.’
Elaine turned her head away and sobbed quietly.
Ebony waited outside the mortuary with Mrs Styles whilst Carter and Jeanie took Mr Styles into the viewing room.
‘I think it’s better that we stand here, Trevor.’ Jeanie led him to stand before a large window in the viewing room. They looked onto the body, laid out beneath a shroud. Only her face was showing. Mark had done a good job on her. They stood behind the glass.
‘Yes.’ He nodded. ‘It’s my daughter.’
Carter felt Mr Styles sway next to him. He turned to look at his reaction.
‘Her face looks so strange.’
Carter nodded. ‘The water.’ Trevor Styles was staring at Carter as if at any moment he might make a run for it. ‘But are you sure it’s her, Mr Styles?’
Trevor Styles’ face had lost all colour. ‘Yes.’ Words caught in his throat in a mixture of anguish and catarrh. ‘I’m sure. It’s my daughter Emily.’
Carter placed his hand on Mr Styles’ shoulder.
‘I’m sorry for your loss.’
Trevor Styles bowed his head and nodded. Carter led him back out to the reception area where he hugged his wife as she cried openly. His eyes stayed on Carter.
‘Will you find whoever did this?’
Carter nodded. ‘I give you my word.’ He waited until Mrs Styles drew back from her husband. ‘Is it okay if we take you home and ask you some questions? We will try to keep it as brief as possible,’ he asked.
Elaine was about to object but Trevor Styles answered.
‘Yes. The sooner we find out who did this and bring them to justice the sooner my wife and I can rebuild our lives – and there’s Sky to think of. Life has to go on now. We have to make the best of it for Sky.’
Back at their home Jeanie went into the kitchen and helped Elaine make tea for them all. Willis and Carter went into the lounge with Trevor.
Ebony watched him as he went to stand and look out of the window; outside the sky had clouded and the daylight was fast slipping away. It was three in the afternoon but already streetlamps were coming on.
Trevor stood in silence in the dark room, looking into the space beyond the net curtains. People passed as they walked home. The lights of cars lit up his face as they passed. Ebony was a good waiter and watcher. Life had taught her to be an observer. Life had taught her to wait for emotions and not to drag them out of people – they had a habit of coming out whether it was a good time or not. But then life had given her a bipolar mother who had ultimately killed someone. In between, Ebony had watched the kettle stay at boiling point her whole life. She saw no reason in agitating water that was already boiling, even if you couldn’t see it. It could still explode in your face.
Carter was always in a hurry. Always wanting to fill the silence. He looked over at Willis, wanting Ebony to be the first to break the silence, but she didn’t.
‘Once again.’ said Carter. ‘I am sorry for your loss, Mr Styles.’
Trevor Styles turned from the window and nodded his thanks. Styles looked across at Ebony.
‘Mr Styles,’ began Carter, ‘I’m going to get a few questions out of the way, if you don’t mind? I apologize if they sound offensive or cause distress but you will understand I’m only doing what I have to so that we can find who did this to Emily.’
‘I understand. Ask whatever you need to. I’ll answer if I can.’
‘You have a lot on your plate with little Sky?’ Carter asked.
He looked towards Carter and sighed out loud as he shook his head.
‘We will manage.’ Already his face was turning from the look of grief to a deep residue of anger. ‘We’ve looked after her all her life. I’m sure Jeanie’s told you – my daughter relied on us to look after Sky.’
‘Did you have a good relationship with Emily – were you close?’
He turned back to the window. The shadow from the net curtain chequered his face.
‘I regret being a little too easy on her.’ He sighed heavily. ‘Sometimes I think I could have been tougher on her; but with her brother gone… well, it was hard to get the balance right. We were so busy grieving we didn’t notice she wasn’t going to school. She got into trouble – drugs and a bad lot of friends – and then she left home for three years, we didn’t see her and then she came back pregnant. When she went missing I thought she’d slipped back to her old ways. Yes, we spoilt her, I know. But, who wouldn’t? After what happened to her brother we felt we had to treasure her. Maybe we allowed her to get away with too much. But, inside, in her heart, she was a lovely person. She would never intentionally hurt anyone. We had our rows but in the past year she seemed to really be making a go of it. I can’t understand why anyone would want to harm her, she was so lovely. She was an honest person – direct.’ He smiled and looked across at Ebony. ‘Very direct, almost in a child-like way. She never hesitated to say what ever came into her head. But she didn’t always understand people. She didn’t always have the skills you need to understand.’ A wash of confusion crossed his face and then sorrow replaced it. ‘But she was beautiful, inside and out – trusting, a free spirit and she had guts, determination. She knew she had a lot to learn; she held her hands up… but she did something about it. I failed her – didn’t give her credit. I should have trusted her to stick by Sky, to honour the promises she made to us.’
He shook his head. He looked at Ebony and waited for her to give him some reassurance but she couldn’t. Ebony stared back at him. He turned back to the window.
‘I guess that’s just something I have to carry with me.’
‘I’m sure you did what any parent would have done, Mr Styles.’ Carter smiled sympathetically. ‘She obviously loved living here and she trusted you to look after Sky. Why was she going to move out?’
‘It was time, the next part in her journey in life. She was taking small steps and we didn’t mind how small they were. We loved having her back here and we adore Sky. She was really pleased with the flat. Her mum helped her buy all the bits for it. It’s just around the corner from here. Still we thought maybe that’s why she ran away, the thought of having to cope alone. But she didn’t run away. We did her an injustice. We should have known she wouldn’t.’