'Doesn't a director make things happen? That's being more than an observer, surely!
'Perhaps she tried to make things happen. Perhaps that's why she was killed!
Celia Isbister lived in the house her husband Michael had built once he started making money. It was on the edge of Lerwick, with a view of the town and down to the sea. At the time of the wedding, gossip had it that he was a lucky man. He was marrying money. Certainly she'd carried with her an air of affluence. She'd been sent south to an expensive school. There was a big house on Unst. But the school had been paid for by a rich aunt and when their parents died, the big house went to her elder brother. There was nothing else to share out but debt.
If Michael had been disappointed by his new wife's poverty he hadn't blamed her for it. He'd carried through his life an astonishment that she'd ever agreed to marry him and took on the task of making himself worthy of her. He developed a transport and haulage business. When the oil came, his lorries carried cement and pipes and beer to the terminal at Sullom Voe and his taxis collected executives from Sumburgh Airport. If he knew of Celia's affair with Duncan - and surely he must have known - he never challenged her about it. She always stood at his side at civic functions. When he introduced her to visitors, to the ministers and civil servants who came occasionally from London and Edinburgh, he glowed with pride.
Celia had let Michael have his own way with the house. Perhaps it was a penance. Certainly, it couldn't have been to her taste. It was a sprawling ranch-style bungalow with an open-plan lounge. She only drew the line at gold taps for the ensuite bathrooms. Jimmy Perez wondered again what Robert had made of his parents' marriage. He moved in both their worlds. He was the youngest man on the Up Helly Aa committee and he went to the parties at the Haa. He must know that Celia's affair with Duncan was public knowledge. In Shetland information about other people's lives was assimilated subconsciously, a form of osmosis. For as long as Perez could remember people had been expecting Celia to leave Michael and to move into the Haa with Duncan Hunter.
But she still lived in the bungalow with her husband and Robert. Running these facts in his head, Perez thought he was stupid to believe that Catherine had been killed because she'd filmed some secret. So little in Shetland was secret. It was simply unacknowledged. There was something Victorian in this need to put on a good show.
He'd phoned beforehand to check that Celia would be in. She'd said she would be, all day. She didn't ask what he wanted from her. Perhaps she assumed he was there to speak on Duncan's behalf.
Celia was on her own in the bungalow.
'Michael not about?' Perez asked. He'd have liked to talk to Michael too.
She shook her head. 'He's in Brussels. Some European conference on fringe communities. Followed by a meeting in Barcelona on endangered dialect. He went on the third and won't be back until just before Up Helly Aa!
"She led Perez into the kitchen and started making coffee without asking first if he wanted any. He thought she seemed pale, distracted. She was a handsome woman, approaching fifty, with fine cheekbones, a generous mouth.
He understood what Duncan found attractive about her, caught himself watching her as she stretched to reach mugs from a high shelf.
' I don't suppose this is a social calclass="underline" she said.
Of course not. I never called on you, even when Duncan was still my friend. You were a secret everyone knew about, but we couldn't acknowledge you.
'But it can't be about the dead girl. That's all over, isn't it?'
'Still a few loose ends to tie up. Is Robert around?'
She looked at him carefully, then shook her head.
'He's out on Wandering Spirit. A long trip beyond Faroe. I'm not sure when he'll be back!
Was that too much information? 'He was friendly with Catherine Ross, wasn't he?'
Celia bent to take milk from the fridge. She was wearing jeans, a black sweater. 'He never mentioned her!
'He was with her the night before she was killed. At Duncan's party!
'Was he? I didn't notice. I had other things on my mind!
'Does Robert have a girlfriend at the moment?'
She laughed briefly. 'Robert always has a girlfriend.
At least one. He can't stand being on his own. And he's a good-looking man!
'So who's he hanging around with at the moment?'
'How would I know? He never brings his women home!
Perez pulled out a chair from the kitchen table, sat down. 'What had Duncan done that night to upset you?'
The question shocked her. She considered it bad manners. But she decided to answer it anyway. Perhaps she felt the need to explain. She wanted him to understand.
'It wasn't anything specific. I realized that if! didn't leave then I'd never go. At this age I can just about carry it off. The relationship, I mean. Being the older woman. But when I'm sixty? It would be ridiculous. And I can't bear the idea of looking ridiculous! She stopped for a moment then continued, 'I've left him before, but I've always gone back to him. I'm an addict. It must be the same for alcoholics, trying to give up drinking. You think you've got it cracked, one glass won't hurt, then you're hooked again. This time it has to be for ever! She gave a little laugh.
'Sorry to sound melodramatic. He's just been on the phone. The third time today. It's very hard not to give in!
'He's upset!
'He'll get over it. He'll find someone young and pretty to console him!
She turned away, so he couldn't tell how she wanted him to respond to that. She poured coffee then faced him again. 'I would leave Shetland: she said, but I don't think I could bear that either. It wouldn't be fair to Michael. And it would kill me! Perez sipped coffee and waited. Eventually she continued. 'I married too early. I thought I loved Michael. My family considered him unsuitable, which made him more appealing of course. He's a very kind man and there wasn't much kindness in our family. In the end kindness isn't enough, but it was my mistake. I have to live with it! Perez said nothing.
'I would never have made the decision to break things off with Duncan if it hadn't been for the girl,' she said abruptly.
'The girl?' said Perez, though he knew exactly who she meant.
'The dead girl. Catherine!
'What could she possibly have said to make you leave Duncan?'
'She didn't say anything. But I saw myself suddenly through her eyes. A middle-aged woman giving up her life for a younger man who took her for granted. A fool!
'How did she do that?' The question came out as polite interest. He gave the impression he was sustaining the conversation. Nothing more.
'She was filming us. It was very discreet. She didn't hide the fact that she was doing it, but after a while everyone stopped noticing. You know those fly-on-the-wall documentaries on television? You look at people making idiots of themselves and you think, What are they doing? They must know the camera's running. But I could understand how that happens!
'Duncan mentioned the camera!
'Did he? He certainly featured in the film. He made an absolute fool of himself. Perhaps as the evening went on he forgot what she was doing. Or was too drunk to care what a spectacle he was making. I was aware of her all the time because I kept imagining how I would look in her film. Ridiculous. In the end I couldn't stand it. I told Duncan that it was over and walked out!