‘Murdered,’ she said. ‘Didn’t you see it in the press?’
‘I don’t read the papers much. I listened to the radio on the way back from Peter’s this morning. It mentioned Lily Marsh, but not the boy.’
‘We’re not encouraging the media to make a connection.’
‘And he was killed in the same way as Lily Marsh?’
‘Not exactly. But there are similarities.’
‘Oh God,’ he said. ‘Julie will be devastated. She said he wasn’t an easy kid, but I could tell she was crazy about him. I mean, she said she loved both her children, but Luke was special. He needed her most. I don’t know what to do. I was just about to phone her when you arrived. I was expecting her to phone me. She said she would. I thought she’d changed her mind about wanting to see me again. Now I understand.’ He paused. ‘I don’t suppose she’ll want to hear from me now.’
‘Typical man,’ Vera said, speaking to herself. ‘A woman’s lost her son and all he can think about is getting his leg over.’
‘No!’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean it like that. I meant maybe she could use a friend. But probably not me. I mean, she’d be better off with someone who’s known her longer, wouldn’t she? I’d just be in the way. What do you think?’
‘Eh, pet, I’m a detective, not a relationship counsellor.’
He looked straight at her. ‘How is Julie?’
‘Her son’s just been murdered. How do you think?’
He stood up and walked towards the balcony. The door was still open. A couple of herring gulls screamed and squabbled outside. He knew it was pathetic, but he felt sorry for himself. He wasn’t really thinking about Julie at all.
Vera heaved herself to her feet and followed him out. ‘You do know he died that night you were out with her?’ she said.
Gary turned, apparently horrified. ‘Wednesday?’
‘Aye, she got home from the night in town and found him.’ She paused, narrowed her eyes. ‘Some people might say it was a bit of a coincidence. You were chatting up the first victim’s mother just before he was murdered and came upon the second soon after.’
‘I’d never met either of them,’ he said. ‘Honestly.’
‘Tell me how you got together with Julie,’ she said. ‘I mean, were you set up? Some friend saw her, maybe, thought you were her type. Someone pulling your strings?’
‘No, nothing like that. Why?’
‘Probably no reason,’ she said. ‘I was just looking for a connection. It crossed my mind it would be a way of keeping tracks on her. Someone bringing you together would have inside information. But I’ve never been a great one for conspiracy theories.’
Gary found himself telling the inspector about the meeting anyway. He wanted to tell it. It was like one of those stories which become family legends, told to grandchildren. They stood together, leaning on the balcony rail and looking down into the street. ‘It was a chance meeting. Pure chance. I saw her in the other bar. At least I heard her first, heard her laugh. She’s got one of those laughs. You know, infectious. Then something about her was familiar. I’d not seen her since we left primary school, but I recognized her. Amazing, really, after all that time. And suddenly it hit me. That was what I wanted. To get together with someone like that. Someone who could laugh like that. I’ve always gone for younger women. Lookers, you know. But they’ve never stuck around. Thinking of settling down with someone, I suppose it was all part of getting old. Like taking the permanent job at the Sage after swearing I’d never stop being self-employed.’
‘She listened impassively. Aye,’ she said. ‘That’s how Julie told it. But she kept to the facts. Left out the soppy bits.’
‘She told you about me?’
Vera left the question unanswered. ‘Did you tell anyone you were going to meet her that night?’
He couldn’t stop himself grinning. ‘All my close mates. I don’t really do secrets.’
‘All the people who were with you when you found Lily Marsh, they knew beforehand that you planned to meet up with Luke’s mother on the Wednesday night?’
‘Probably. I’d chatted to Felicity about Julie. Then there was a Bird Club meeting on Monday evening. All the lads were there. We went for a pint afterwards. I wanted their advice – how to play it. I probably bored them to death.’
‘I didn’t think men were supposed to talk about things like that.’
‘Yeah, well. I never did the strong, silent thing.’
‘And the others? Do they get touchy-feely too?’
‘We’re close.’ Gary was suddenly serious. ‘Nothing wrong with that.’
‘I should go,’ she said, but she didn’t move. He could tell she was drawn to the view from the balcony.
‘Did Julie tell you what triggered Luke’s illness?’ she asked.
‘Some mate of his drowned…’
‘Down there,’ she said. ‘Just off the Fish Quay. You didn’t hear anything about it?’
He shook his head.
She wandered back into the room, stopped by the desk, nodded to the photo of Emily. ‘Who’s that, then?’
He felt himself blush, couldn’t help it, thought she must be some sort of witch to go straight for the picture. ‘An old friend.’
She stood for a moment looking at the picture. ‘Strange-looking lass,’ she said almost to herself. ‘Pretty enough, if you like them anorexic.’
She was letting herself out of the door when he called her back. ‘What do you think I should do about Julie? Should I phone her?’
She paused for only a second. ‘Not my call, pet.’
Chapter Nineteen
Monday morning Gary woke up to the sound of his pager. He’d set it so it made a noise only when there was a mega alert, when an exceptionally rare bird had been seen somewhere in the country. It was six o’clock, but this time of year and this far north it had already been light for more than an hour. He slept with the pager on the floor next to his bed and scrabbled to reach it, pressed the buttons, screwed up his eyes to read what it said. He didn’t travel all over the country to see rare birds any more, but there was still the rush of adrenaline.
It was a moment before he could take in the information. Marmora’s warbler Deepden Nature Reserve. Northumberland. His patch. The place where he and Clive started ringing with Peter and Samuel. The only place that had provided any retreat from thoughts of Emily. Then there was the intense stab of envy. It should have been me. I should have been the person to find it. And if not me, then one of the others. Really, it should have been Clive, he thought. It mattered to him more than any of us. Clive never really talked about his mother, but you’d been able to tell it was only the weekends at Deepden that had kept him sane. He supported the place long after the rest of them had moved on.
Those thoughts were at the back of his mind, but he was already out of bed with his mobile in his hand. He was the only one with a pager. The others pretended to despise the whole concept. They were into natural history, not ticking rare birds. He dialled Peter’s number first. If they were any sort of gang, Peter Calvert was the leader and, though he pretended to be above keeping a list, he wouldn’t want to miss out on this. He’d been part of the group which had founded Deepden in the sixties.
Peter listened to Gary’s gabbling then swore under his breath. ‘I’ve got a lecture at ten. Still, if it’s showing well and I can get it straight away…’ And Gary knew he would go for it, lecture or not. ‘I’ll phone Sam,’ he went on. ‘He should have time to go for it before work.’ Gary thought Peter was the only one of them to get away with calling the writer Sam.
He ended the call then pressed the button again for Clive’s number. There was no question that Clive would go. He’d throw a sickie if he had to, stay the night at the obs and look again the next morning. But he’d need a lift. By the time Clive answered, whispering, because of his dreadful mother asleep in the next room, Gary had his binoculars round his neck, his scope over his shoulder and he was already down the first flight of stairs.