as tired of the repetition as Langton continued to ask the same questions and again received the same replies. She knew nothing; she did not admit to knowing Alexander Fitzpatrick by that, or any other name; she was not aware that any illegal drugs had been stored at her farmhouse and subsequently moved to Mrs. Eatwell's garage. It was preposterous: she claimed to be totally innocent of all charges.Anna could sense Langton's frustration building to boiling point. It was at this moment that he leaned close and whispered that she should take over. Anna began by picking up the photographs and stacking them like a pack of cards. "Could you tell me about your relationship with your sister?"Honour gave a small shrug. "We were not on good terms.""Why was that?"Honour sighed. "We were very different creatures. All Julia ever cared about was herself, and money—the more she had, the more she wanted.""So, when Julia was living at the house in St. John's Wood, were you a frequent visitor?""No.""But you did visit the property? According to Julia, you moved in for some considerable time, as Alexander Fitzpatrick's mistress?""That is not true.""Why would she lie about it? According to Julia, you were in love with her partner. When she found out that the woman he had moved into her home was her own sister, she began to arrange her finances, to block his access to any of the monies he had arranged for her to live on. In a fit of jealousy, she also claimed that, although her first child was conceived by IVF treatment, the second child was in actual fact your husband's. She was adamant that the relationship was purely sexual.""That is a lie.""That Damien Nolan fathered her second child was the reason you and she were not on good terms. You found out. Not content with having a relationship with Fitzpatrick, you became very distressed to discover this liaison; partly out of jealousy but, Julia maintained, it was more to do with the fact that you were unable to have children of your own."Langton kept his head bowed; he knew what Anna was doing, leading in with a more personal motive to try to open Honour up. It was working.There was a flash of anger as Honour shook her head. "Julia was a liar; she couldn't tell the truth to save her life, especially if it didn't suit her. She was very manipulative.""And you are not? I would say that living with her lover, in her house was—""I did not live with him.""Who are you referring to?""You know who; you are trying to trap me into admitting something that is just a pack of lies. I love my husband.""Really? So it must have hurt you considerably to find out he fathered her child?""He did not.""We will be taking DNA tests to prove it, so it is immaterial whether you admit it or not. It must have been very hard for you: your sister was younger, beautiful and wealthy, living in great luxury, able to conceive two children, and, at the same time, arrange a very complicated scheme to block her partner from gaining access to her fortune. You claimed that you were not aware she had married Frank Brandon—""I keep on telling you that I had very little contact with my sister. We did not get along; to be honest, I never liked her.""But you were jealous of her.""No, I was not; I had my own life.""In a rented, rather squalid farmhouse?""That is your opinion.""It's a fact. It must have been very tempting when Alexander Fitzpatrick surfaced—and he did, didn't he? How did he first approach you after almost twenty years living abroad?" Anna placed down his photograph. "He is still a very attractive man, isn't he? Did he cajole you into helping him? He must have dangled untold wealth to get you to take the risk, and allow him to store crates of drugs at your property; or maybe he threatened you? Put you under terrible pressure to assist him?"Honour remained silent."We have a witness, Honour, who has given a statement that you were fully aware of the content of the crates, and that you assisted in moving them to Mrs. Eatwell's garage.""No, I did not.""I'm sorry, what was that? You didn't know what the crates contained?"Honour was twisting her braid round and round in her fingers. "You are making me say things."Webb sighed. He tapped the table. "My client has denied, over and over again, any knowledge of what was in these crates. She is fully aware that nothing was discovered at her farmhouse that connected her to the drugs haul—""Because she had already helped move them to a safer place! Mr. Webb, we have a witness who assisted her; to persist in denying any knowledge of them is now ridiculous.""I didn't know what they contained." At last, a breakthrough."You were totally unaware that these crates contained a class-A drug, Fentanyl, in vast quantities?""I didn't know what was in them.""Who arranged with you to store them at the farmhouse?"Honour was cracking. Her cheeks were flushed, and she licked at her lips nervously."Do you see his picture amongst these photographs? Yes or no?"Honour shifted her weight in the chair. "I got a call from Julia.""Your sister.""Yes. She said that she needed to store some things, as she was buying a new house in Wimbledon, and this young man"—she tapped Adrian Summers's photograph—"drove up and stored them in the old henhouse.""I see. So when you knew the police were making inquiries and returning with a search warrant, you agreed to move these items to Mrs. Eatwell 's garage?""Yes.""If they were just household items, why did you bother moving them?""Julia told me to; she said a few things were very valuable."Anna wrote in her notebook, before she gave a smile to Honour. "Thank you. So this means that, contrary to what you said earlier, you were still on reasonable terms with Julia.""She was my sister."Anna took out the mortuary shots of Julia's injured body and passed them across the table. "The brake wires of her Mercedes were sliced in two. She was driving at over ninety miles per hour when her car jackknifed across the dual carriageway into the path of a truck. As you can see, she was decapitated."Honour turned away.Next, Anna put down photographs of the boat anchored in Chelsea harbor, with the two children on board. She kept up an easy conversation about the children being well cared for, and the fact that the boat had also been anchored previously in Brighton Marina; she showedpictures of the rented house in Hove. She could sense that Honour was unaware of the floating palace owned by Fitzpatrick. "Did you ever pay a visit to this boat, or the property in Hove?""No.""So you were unaware of Fitzpatrick s lifestyle, and that he intended to take the two children out of the country? The harbor was also, we believe, where Julia was heading the night she was killed."Honour was frowning, staring at the pictures. Webb interrupted, asking what these new pictures had to do with the charges against his client. He was ignored."Julia was going to join Fitzpatrick; she had some jewelry with her, and we discovered the rest of her valuables on board the boat."Again, Honour seemed perplexed, shaking her head."After attempting to cut out Fitzpatrick and keep his money for herself, the couple obviously came to some very amicable arrangement. As I have said before, Julia was very beautifuclass="underline" he must have still wanted to be with her. He never used her to store his illegal drugs, did he? Just you. Did you know Fitzpatrick was even at her sham of a wedding? We believe he instigated it, as a means of moving out his money—""No, that is not true.""You know about the wedding; we discussed it, Honour. You said you were unaware she had even married Frank Brandon—I think you said he didn't appear to be her type! You were used by the pair of them, isn't that correct?"Every time it looked as if Honour was going to open up, she recoiled in her seat. She was now very tense and sat hunched over the table.Anna was basically "hoofing" it, trying to dent Honour's confidence. She was certain that she was moving in the right direction, but unsure where she could go next.Latching onto Anna's theme, Langton rocked back in his chair. "Whatever lies you were fed to protect him, Honour, must now seem sickening. What did you believe? That you would replace Julia in his affections? That it would be you, living a life of luxury? You can salvage some self-respect by giving us information about where we can find him. It will also help your defense."Honour began to cry, covering her face with her hands. Her braids had come undone and her hair was hanging loose in waves. Anna could see there was a thick gray line in her parting; now the hippy style made her look old-fashioned, almost frumpish. They let her cry, passing over a box of tissues. As she wiped her eyes and blew her nose, they waited; the floodgates were about to open.Two hours later, Honour was led back to the cells while Anna and Langton looked over the ten-page statement.It had been painstakingly long and drawn out. Even though they now had more pieces of their jigsaw in place, there still remained one gaping hole: where was Alexander Fitzpatrick? Honour denied knowing where he was hiding out, but said she was waiting for him to contact her. According to her, over two years ago, Fitzpatrick had surfaced in Oxfordshire. He had turned up unexpectedly at the farmhouse and was staying at his mother's cottage. He explained that there had been some disastrous investments and he had lost most of his fortune. He had said that he was preparing to go back to work; neither Honour nor Damien queried what that would be. He had returned to the U.S. after a few days, but began seeing Honour again when he returned. She did go with him to the house in St. John's Wood, and lived with him on and off for a few months. She admitted that she was obsessed by him, but was concerned that Julia would find out.Julia had discovered that he was having an affair; she did not know for some time that it was with her own sister. When she did find out, she traveled to Oxfordshire and confronted Damien, who didn't really care either way. Honour explained that she and her husband had an open marriage, Damien constantly having affairs with his young students.As his investments went into a downward spiral, Fitzpatrick became worried that he could not get the finances for his latest drug deal. He had joined up with two Chicago mobsters, and they had agreed to part-finance the shipment; however, Fitzpatrick was then being screwed over by Julia, who was moving all his money into accounts that he couldn't access. She was eaten up by jealousy over the affair and wanted to pay him back. It was at this point he had forced her to give him the four million pounds to pay off the Chicago mobsters and to bring in the shipment to Gatwick. He was waiting to take possession of the drugs when it all started to fall apart.Julia was scared, and so hired Frank Brandon to act as her bodyguard, but Fitzpatrick was onto it. He used Frank to help him transfer money, and promised him big dividends, enough to set him up for life. Having sorted out Julia, promising that they would leave England together, he then set about using Honour to store the drugs. He was still in debt to the gangsters, but believed he would be able to get away with it. His plan was to hide the drugs, but hold on to one box of samples; this was the box discovered by Julius D'Anton.Honour could not recall the exact order of events. She knew that Adrian Summers was going to deliver the crates; she helped him store them. The piece of the jigsaw that had constantly bothered Anna was the handwritten note with directions to the farm. Honour explained that Damien had to visit London for a lecture; he had met Adrian and given him directions. She maintained that Damien had no knowledge of what was going down. She was deeply in love with Fitzpatrick and believed his promises of living a new life in the U.S., which is why she agreed to do everything he wanted. The crates were driven to the farm, and loaded into the henhouse. At this point, Anna and Gordon paid a visit; scared the police were onto him, Fitzpatrick had insisted they move the crates to his mother's garage. He said they would find a better place at a later date.Honour corroborated Adrian's story about D'Anton turning up first at Mrs. Eatwell's and putting the fear of God into them all, then driving to the antiques shop to pick up the table in the Mitsubishi. Honour was unable to explain how Donny Petrozzo came on the scene, as she had never met him. She just knew that the last time she had seen D'Anton was when he came into the antiques shop. Fitzpatrick was told what had happened by Adrian Summers."I don't know exactly what happened," Honour said, "but Alex was in a rage, and said that D'Anton had stolen something from him. I knew it had to be part of the shipment, but I never asked him about it. He didn't know where D'Anton lived; he was in a really unpleasant mood and very concerned."Langton looked to Anna. Concerned? They wondered if this was the moment that D'Anton contacted Donny Petrozzo. Did he then give him a sample to sell to the drug dealers? That would make sense, but they had no way of finding it out. The only solid facts were that the two drug dealers agreed to pay five thousand up front and another five when they got more Fentanyl. Again, Honour could not give details of these transactions, as she didn't know about them; all she could give was her side of the events.She recalled Fitzpatrick turning up at Honey Farm, wounded. It was not a bad wound; the bullet had cut clean through the tip of his shoulder blade, but it needed attention. While it was healing, he stayed at his mother's cottage, having left a trail she knew nothing about: the bodies of Frank Brandon and Donny Petrozzo. With Frank dead, all the financial deals they had made with Rushton didn't make sense, so Fitzpatrick had to go and rearrange the transfers. Again Honour had no idea who Rushton was, or that he had been murdered. She maintained that, throughout all the "problems" Fitzpatrick was going through, she just remained at the farmhouse."He stayed with Doris looking after him. He had a high fever, as the wound was infected, but we couldn't call a doctor. He then became very agitated, as he said he had two men looking for him; they were from America. He said that he had been able to string them along, and that they were looking after Julia until he could raise the money he owed them. I think it was a considerable amount; he was angry with Julia because of something she had done with his money in England. He said that they were threatening him, so he got up too soon, because he said he had to find Julius D'Anton."Again, Langton glanced at Anna: this matched up with his audacious visit to the station. He cannot have known D'Anton was dead.Honour was adamant that Fitzpatrick did not have anything to do with Julia's death. She was unsure if he had arranged for the children to be taken, as she did not know about the boat. She said that she did have one call from Fitzpatrick: he was shocked by the news of Julia's accident and also desperate for news of his children. When Honour was asked if, at that time, she felt he was lying, she refused to answer."But surely you must have seen all the news coverage about the missing children, the au pair?""No, I didn't know. I hardly ever read newspapers."Anna and Langton stitched together their scenario. They reckoned that, to make sure Fitzpatrick didn't back out of the deal, the two thugs had threatened Julia. Their threats had proved to be very reaclass="underline" they cut her brakes and she died in the accident. Now Fitzpatrick was really up against it, because the police had tracked down all his money. If he withdrew any cash, they would be able to trace him.A depressed and dejected Honour repeated over and over that she did not know where he could be. She had no energy left, her eyes were like dark-rimmed saucers. She asked if she could see her husband, but permission was refused. She yet again repeated that Damien was innocent and had known nothing about the drug deal. She began crying again when she said that Fitzpatrick had promised to take her away and that they would bring up the little girls together."I have been a fool. He took me in, just as you have said he took everyone else in, but I loved him—I always had from the first time Julia brought him to meet me. She was young, and here was this handsome, charismatic man. I didn't believe all the things I read about him in the papers. Julia didn't even seem concerned. I have spent my whole life scrimping and saving, and living in rented places, while she has lived in the lap of luxury. If Alexander was a criminal, he never seemed to have to pay the price. He was always so glamorous, so gene