‘Is there any news?’ Janet ignored Holly and Joe.
‘I’m afraid we can’t talk about the progress of the investigation.’ Vera realized she sounded just like one of her bosses, a man called Potter. Whenever Vera saw him she had an irrational but almost overwhelming urge to hit him.
‘Does that mean there’s been no progress, but you won’t admit it?’
Vera didn’t answer.
‘This is dreadful. You don’t know how it’s affecting us all. Whenever I go to the village now, people avoid me. Or they want all the gruesome details of that poor woman’s body, and that’s even worse. It’s as if we’ve been touched by the plague.’ Janet pushed her hair back from her face. ‘As if they’re all just waiting for somebody else we know to die.
‘I understand it’s hard for you, because you found her.’
‘It’s hard for all of us.’
‘Can you take me through that day again? I know you’ve given a statement, but it’s important that we know exactly where you all were throughout the afternoon and evening.’ Vera heard the despised Potter’s voice in her head as she spoke. The precise, rather nasal intonation.
‘John and I were at home all day. John was working in his office upstairs. That’s what he calls it. Work. He’s planning another book. But the sales of the last one were disappointing and I doubt very much if he’ll find a publisher.’ The woman’s voice was hard. Vera wondered what had gone on between the couple to change Janet’s attitude to her husband. Perhaps her proximity to violent death had made her see him more honestly.
‘And you?’ Vera asked. ‘What were you doing?’
‘Do you really want to know, Inspector? It’s intensely boring.’ A pause. ‘I took washing from the machine and put it on the line. It dried very quickly, so I brought it in and ironed it. I put clean sheets on our bed – taking care to do it quietly, so John shouldn’t be disturbed. I prepared lunch, ate lunch and washed the dishes.’
‘Did you go out at all?’
‘I took the dogs for a walk. The highlight of my day.’ The words were hard, sharp as slate.
‘Did you go up onto the hill?’ Vera was thinking of the footpath, hidden from the development by a dip in the land, where Shirley Hewarth’s body had been found.
Janet realized the implication of the question. ‘No. I went the other way. Down towards the burn. Are you saying she might already have been dead by then? That her body was already on the hill?’
‘It depends what time you went for your walk.’
‘I went just before lunch. John took the dogs out later in the afternoon.’
‘Then Mrs Hewarth wasn’t on the hill when you went out. She was in her office all morning.’ Vera kept her voice matter-of-fact. ‘Why did your husband go out in the afternoon? Was that usual?’
Janet didn’t answer for a while. Vera saw that she was gripping the arms of her chair and her knuckles were white. ‘No,’ she said at last. ‘Not usual.’
‘So why the change of routine?’ Vera used her quiet voice, her psychiatrist’s chair voice.
‘Because I’d threatened to leave him, if things didn’t change.’ Janet looked up. ‘I said I was bored rigid and he couldn’t treat me as a domestic slave. I reminded him that I had a good degree from Cambridge and, if I didn’t leave this bloody valley and escape these bloody neighbours and start using my brain, I might go very noisily mad. And that might disturb his life and upset his writing routine.’
Outside, the rain continued to drip from the broken gutter. Vera thought the Carswells would have to get that sorted as soon as they got back or they might go mad. ‘I thought the move to the country was your idea,’ she said. ‘The good life. Returning to nature.’
‘It was. That’s what’s so infuriating. John would have been happy to stay in the city. I thought a change was what our relationship needed. That we might become closer. More honest. But when we got here everything between us stayed the same. Life’s just much more inconvenient in the valley. And rather boring. I pretended I loved it because it was my idea. I couldn’t admit the experiment was a total failure.’
‘Who dealt with the negotiations of buying your house?’ Again Vera changed subject quickly.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Once you decided you wanted to live in Valley Farm, how did things proceed?’
‘Oh, I saw to all that.’ Janet pushed her hair back from her face again. ‘John hates the detail of everyday life. And he was still working then. I suppose he had an excuse.’
‘Did you deal directly with the developer?’ Vera looked up at her.
‘I met him once, to discuss the final finishes. Tiles, paint colour – that sort of thing.’
‘Where did you meet Jason Crow?’
‘Onsite. He walked us through the place.’
‘So John was with you then?’ Vera slid a glance at Holly to make sure she was still keeping notes.
‘No, he got held up at the university. Annie and Sam were with me. Jason showed us round both houses. It was the first time I’d met our neighbours.’
Vera imagined how that would have been. Sam and Annie shown round the house they’d just bought, by the man who’d ruined their business. Had they been aware, before they turned up, that Jason Crow was the developer? Surely they must have known the name behind Kimmerston Building Services.
‘You and John never had children?’ Another swift change of direction, but again Janet didn’t seem thrown.
‘No.’ There was a long silence. ‘I would have liked a child. In fact I was quietly desperate, as the biological clock ticked away and I approached my forties. But John had made it clear before we married that he didn’t want a family. I went into the relationship knowing that, and didn’t feel I could change the rules.’
‘Why did you marry him?’ Vera had wanted to ask the question since Janet had first started talking.
‘He was the most beautiful man I’d ever met.’ It came out as a cry. ‘And he needed me. I suppose he became the child I never had. How can I complain that he’s too dependent, when I made him that way?’
‘Tell me about your work.’
‘After my first degree I trained to be a social worker. I specialized in fostering and adoption and more recently worked as a mediator for the family court.’ The words came out easily. The standard answer given at dinner parties. No emotional engagement. Then: ‘I loved it. I really loved it.’
‘Did you ever meet Shirley Hewarth professionally? She worked as a probation officer before she took over the ex-offender charity in Bebington.’
Vera was expecting an immediate answer, but Janet seemed uncertain. ‘I don’t think so. When I worked in fostering and adoption it’s possible that our paths crossed. I might have placed one of her clients’ children with a foster family. Offenders often have multiple problems and lead chaotic lives. There can be safeguarding issues. But really I don’t remember.’ There was a long pause. ‘When I saw her body, I only saw her face briefly. Even if she’d been a close friend I don’t think I’d have recognized her.’ A pause. ‘Last night I had a nightmare. I was on the hill and I came across the body again. But in the dream I was lying there with the stab wounds in my chest. And it was my face that I saw.’
John O’Kane had decided to be charming. He slid into the chair opposite and gave them the smile with which he’d been seducing women since he was a student. ‘The last time I was in this kitchen I was drinking the major’s very good malt.’ Letting them know he mixed in the best circles.
‘But this isn’t a social occasion, Mr O’Kane.’