‘No worries, it gets me up and I am now free for the rest of the day.’
‘Well, thanks, anyway.’ Yellich smelled the scent of air freshener.
‘Please, do take a seat. We seniors do so value visitors, even those on business. We see each other, and our relatives visit, but a new face is so welcome. . and from overseas. I take communal supper. I will have something to say at the table this evening.’
‘Communal supper?’
‘Yes, it’s my choice. We can prepare all our meals if we wish or have all our meals in the dining room and anything in between. I don’t eat much breakfast or lunch and so I prepare those meals in here in my little apartment but have booked in for the evening meal each day and that practise gets me out as well as keeping me in touch with the other seniors. Coffee? Tea?’
‘Tea for me, please.’
‘I ought to have known. . you English and your tea.’ She smiled and went into her kitchen.
Moments later when Yellich and the lady upon whom he was calling each sat holding a cup of tea served in good china cups upon matching saucers, Yellich asked, ‘Can I confirm that you are Rebecca James?’
‘Yes, I am. Born to adversity James. That is I.’
‘Adversity?’
‘That’s what the name Rebecca means, apparently. My lovely parents just didn’t do their homework. But in fairness, I can’t say it applied to me. I had my ups and downs like everybody else but I can’t say my life has been one of endless adversity.’
‘I am pleased for you.’
‘You are married, aren’t you, Mr Yellich?’
‘I am?’ Yellich was puzzled, but was enjoying the warmth in Rebecca James’s eyes.
‘Yes. You have that comforted look about you. . married men have it, bachelors don’t.’
‘Astute of you,’ Yellich inclined his head. ‘Sorry it shows.’
‘You can’t hide it. Children, do you have any, can I ask?’
‘One son. He has special needs.’
‘I am sorry.’
‘So were we at first, I have to be honest, but he gives us so much and a whole new world of special needs children and their parents has opened up to us and we have made some very good friends. . some really valuable friends.’
‘Good, good for you and your family.’
‘Thank you.’
‘So how can I help the British Police?’
‘I visited Safe Harbour this morning.’
‘Ah. .’ Rebecca James smiled. ‘My dreadful past is catching up with me.’
‘Yes, but in a good way. Hastings Drive?’
‘Yes. . yes, I lived there for many years. I was an approved foster parent. I have had many children through my hands, some stayed for many years, others were short term but I am proud of what I did. I know I was a good and a successful foster parent because some of the longer stay children visit me now here in Park Gate and introduce me to their children.’
‘Well, my turn to say “good for you”.’
‘Thank you. I never had children of my own. . I couldn’t. . medical reasons.’
‘Sorry. . that must have been difficult to come to terms with.’
‘Yes it was,’ Rebecca James breathed deeply. ‘So I settled for the next best thing, I cared for other people’s children, but I did my best for all of them.’
‘As you have shown by them visiting you. It is one of your children that I am calling in respect of.’
‘Oh?’
‘Yes, I dare say that I have some bad news for you I’m afraid.’
‘They are in trouble with the British Police?’ A note of alarm crept into Rebecca James’s voice.
‘No. . no, I am sorry but the child, now an adult, in question is deceased.’
‘Oh,’ Rebecca James put her hand up to her forehead. ‘This has happened before. Parents whose children predecease them experience something they should not experience but so many children have passed through my hands that occasionally I do hear of their passing. It is always a saddening experience. Always.’
‘Yes, I can imagine.’
‘A few did not make it through the danger years. . car crashes, bar fights. . often caused by alcohol and one or two girls died young, drug overdoses or abusive relationships which culminated in murder. So who are you interested in?’
‘Heather Ossetti.’
Rebecca James groaned, ‘Oh, yes, Miss Ossetti, yes I do recall her very well. She was not one of the good ones. You remember the good ones and you remember the bad ones. She was a bad one, a very bad one. Excuse me, I have her photograph.’ Rebecca James rose from the chair with a suppleness and agility which both surprised and impressed Yellich and, as if reading his mind, she grinned and said, ‘Yoga,’ and added, ‘not a recent convert either. I took it up when I was in my early thirties. Watch. .’ and, facing Yellich, she stood with her feet slightly apart, and keeping her legs straight, bent forward and touched her toes with evident ease and stood up again. ‘Not bad for an old silver one, eh?’
Yellich gasped. ‘I couldn’t do that. . heavens. . not bad at all, very impressive in fact.’
‘Yes, very few can do that once they reach adulthood. I love showing off to the doctors. . but, the album.’ She left the living room and returned a few moments later with a large photograph album. She sat and opened the book which was bound in red leather-like material and began to leaf through it. Eventually she turned the book through a hundred and eighty degrees and handed it to Yellich. ‘Girl on the left hand page,’ she said as she did so. ‘You see why I remember her as being one of the bad ones? Look at those eyes, is that or is that not the very essence of evil?’
‘Oh yes. .’ Yellich gasped and slowly nodded his head. ‘It chills me just to look at the photograph, but in real life. . how was she in actuality?’
‘It’s difficult if not impossible to hide the evil in one’s eyes if it is there and at that age. . she’s about ten years old. . she had still to learn the need to at least attempt to hide it. .’
Yellich studied the photograph. He saw a girl, smartly dressed, neat hair, she was smiling at the camera but not in a way that a young girl would normally smile at a camera in order to please, perhaps in order to comply with a request the photographer might have made, but the smile, Yellich thought, was more in the manner of the young Heather Ossetti sneering or laughing at the camera and the photographer, for above the smile were cold piercing eyes that just did not seem to be a part of said smile. The smile and the look across the eyes were separate, utterly unconnected with each other. ‘Tell me about her,’ he said softly, feeling chilled by what he saw.
‘No. First I think I would like you to tell me what happened to her.’
‘She was murdered.’
Rebecca James nodded. ‘Yes, you know Heather is. . well, she would be the sort of person to invite such upon herself.’
Yellich told her the story.
‘Running, with a stolen identity? That figures, her true personality just would not find a home anywhere, not for any length of time anyway. Well, perhaps only with a needy and a naive man who had no insight, who just could not see that look she displayed. So what can I tell you about her? Very little, I’m afraid, is the honest answer. I was only able to accommodate easily managed and biddable sort of children and that was not the manner of Heather Ossetti, not her manner at all. She was very disruptive, attention seeking, violent to other children but only to those weaker than her. She always attempted to befriend those she saw as stronger than her, but only to manipulate them.’