‘Leave her alone,’ said Karlsson.
Frieda walked back home. She tried not to think, just put one foot in front of the other, moving steadily through the thickening crowds, feeling the warmth of the day on her. She needed to steady herself before she was with the Lennox family again. Soon they would have neither mother nor father to turn to.
FIFTY-ONE
‘Are you ready?’ said Karlsson. Yvette nodded. ‘We’ve let him stew long enough and it looks cast-iron to me. You won’t have to do much. Just keep an eye on me and make sure I don’t do anything stupid. Even I couldn’t fuck up this one, though.’
He nodded at her and they walked into the interview room. Russell Lennox was sitting at a table and next to him was his solicitor, a middle-aged woman in a dark suit. She was called Anne Beste. Karlsson didn’t know her but he didn’t give her much consideration. What could she do? Yvette started the recording machine, then stepped away from the table and stood to one side, leaning back against the wall. Karlsson reminded Lennox that he was still under caution, then opened the file and carefully went through the forensic evidence from Zach Greene’s flat. As he talked, he glanced from time to time at Lennox and Anne Beste to see the effect he was having. Lennox’s wearily impassive expression was unchanged. Anne Beste listened intently with a frown of concentration and occasionally looked sideways at her client. They never spoke.
When he had finished, Karlsson closed the file quietly. ‘Can you give me some innocent explanation for the traces you seem to have left at the scene of the murder?’ Russell Lennox shrugged. ‘Sorry, you have to say something. For the benefit of the machine.’
‘Do I have to explain it?’ said Lennox. ‘I thought you had to make the case against me.’
‘I think we’re doing that pretty well,’ said Karlsson. ‘One more question: have you any evidence about your whereabouts on the day of the murder?’
‘No,’ said Lennox. ‘I’ve told you already.’
‘Yes, you have.’ Karlsson paused for a moment. Then, when he spoke, it was in a calm, almost soothing tone. ‘Look, Mr Lennox, I know what you’ve been through, but haven’t you put your family through enough? Your children need to put this behind them and move on.’
Lennox didn’t speak, just stared at the table.
‘All right,’ said Karlsson. ‘Let me tell you – both of you – what is going to happen. We’re going to leave the room now, Mr Lennox, and give you five minutes to discuss various issues with your solicitor. Then I’m going to come back into this room and you will be charged with the murder of Zachary Greene. I need to caution you clearly that you don’t have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention now something that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. But what I’d really like to say to you is we all, but especially you, and even more especially your family, need to lay this to rest.’
When they were outside, Karlsson looked at Yvette and smiled grimly.
‘Does it matter what he says?’ she asked.
‘It’ll go a bit more quickly if he confesses,’ said Karlsson. ‘But it’s not that big a deal.’
‘Can I get you a coffee?’
‘Let’s just wait.’
After a couple of awkward minutes, Karlsson looked at his watch, then knocked on the door and stepped inside. Anne Beste held up her hand.
‘We need more time.’
Karlsson stepped back outside and closed the door. ‘What the hell’s that about?’ Had something gone wrong? Could they have made some mistake?
It was more like ten minutes when they were both back in the room. Anne Beste was briskly tapping the surface of the table with the fingers of her left hand. She glanced at Lennox and he gave the smallest of nods.
‘Mr Lennox is willing to admit to the manslaughter of Zachary Greene.’
Karlsson looked at Lennox. ‘What happened?’ he asked.
‘I went to see him,’ said Lennox. ‘After Judith told me. I had to. I was desperate. I was just going to talk to him, but we started arguing and I lost control. And then he was dead.’
Karlsson sighed. ‘You fucking idiot. Do you realize what you’ve done?’
Lennox barely seemed to hear him. ‘What about the children?’ he said.
Yvette started to say something, but Karlsson stopped her with a look.
‘Do you know where they are?’ Karlsson asked.
Lennox leaned back in his chair. His face was dark with misery. ‘They’re all staying in that therapist woman’s house.’
‘With Frieda?’ said Karlsson. ‘What are they doing there?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Mr Lennox,’ said Yvette. ‘You do understand, don’t you, that this isn’t over?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘There have been two murders – Zach Greene’s, to which you’ve confessed.’
‘Manslaughter,’ put in Anne Beste.
‘And your wife’s.’
Lennox lifted his eyes to her, then dropped them.
‘My client has co-operated and now he has nothing further to say,’ said Anne Beste.
Karlsson rose. ‘We’ll talk again tomorrow. As my colleague here says, this isn’t over, Mr Lennox.’
FIFTY-TWO
Frieda opened her door to find Karlsson, Yvette and a woman she didn’t recognize outside. The woman forced her way inside. Ted and Judith, Dora and Chloë were sitting around the table in the living room, with mugs and plates and phones and a laptop.
‘Oh, my darlings, my poor, poor darlings,’ said Louise. The three Lennoxes shrank from her, but she didn’t seem to notice. Chloë put a hand on Ted’s shoulder.
‘What’s going on?’ Frieda asked Karlsson, who murmured a quick explanation to her. When she heard, she looked round at the young people. Her face became stern.
‘We want to stay here.’ Judith turned to Frieda. ‘Please? Please, Frieda.’
‘They’re quite welcome,’ Frieda said to Karlsson. ‘If I can do anything to help.’
Louise put her hands on her hips, as if willing to square up to her. ‘No. Absolutely not. They’re coming home with me. That’s what they need. Children, say thank you to this woman for everything she’s done.’ She looked back at Frieda with a fierce expression. ‘They need to be with their family,’ she said, in a sort of stage whisper. Then she turned back to the children. ‘Now, we’re going back to our house, I mean my house, and this policewoman is coming with us.’
‘No!’ said Chloë. ‘Frieda, can’t you stop this?’
‘No. I can’t.’
‘But it’s horrible and –’
‘Chloë, quiet now.’
Karlsson turned to Yvette. ‘Are you going to be all right dealing with this? It’ll be difficult.’
‘I’ll be fine.’ Yvette had paled. ‘That’s what female police officers are for, isn’t it? To do the emotional stuff.’
‘Not exactly,’ said Karlsson.
There was a chaos of bags being picked up and jackets looked for and Chloë being hugged and the three Lennoxes making their way out to Louise’s car. They got inside. It was a tight fit, with Yvette sitting in the front seat. Ted’s face stared out through the window.
‘This doesn’t feel right,’ said Frieda.
‘It’s the beginning of the rest of their lives,’ said Karlsson. ‘They’d better get used to it. Sorry. That came out wrong. But what can we do? They’ve lost their mother, and now they’re losing their father, for the time being at least. They need a family. You can’t be that for them.’
‘But it’s important how they hear about their father,’ said Frieda. ‘And how they’re listened to afterwards.’
‘You don’t think Yvette can handle it? All right. You don’t need to answer that. You’d probably be the person to do it.’