Eighteen Kisses (19 page)

‘What about before the party – had any of them previously gone out with each other, but were broken up?’

‘Um, I think Rory and Libby went out for a while,’ said Ellie. ‘And I went out with Rob for a year. Kayla went out with Kev. That’s it, I think. Calum has been with pretty much every girl in the video, but he’s never actually been on a date.’

‘Thanks,’ I said, after I’d jotted down everything she’d said.

‘You look kind of pale,’ said Sasha. ‘Are you OK?’

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘I’m just really tired.’

I decided I was going to go home and get some sleep. I wanted to stay awake, but I didn’t think my body would be able to handle it.

‘Thanks, guys,’ I said. ‘I better head off.’

As soon as I got on the bus, I examined the list of couples. I crossed off all the people who had a solid alibi. I was still left with the same pair that kept cropping up. Amy and Andrew.

The next day I got up early and headed into the city centre. I had a feeling Amy was hiding something, and even though I’d thought Andrew was telling the truth about how he got Kayla’s picture on his phone, there was still something suspicious about why he had kept it. I was sure I was on the right track. I’d finally have something to tell Detective Sergeant Lawlor. But first I was going to talk to Amy myself. Out of the two of them, I knew she’d be the easiest to crack. I’d have to meet her on her own, and soon. I didn’t want her conferring with Andrew.

I felt much better by now. I’d woken up feeling relatively normal – no thumping headache or sick stomach. I was still utterly confused about Nick and Dillon, of course, but I tried not to think too much about that.

I arrived in Temple Bar and called Amy.

‘Hi,’ I said. ‘It’s Jacki. I’d like to talk to you. Can you come and meet me?’

‘Hey, I’m just doing some shopping, and I’m in work tomorrow, but I can meet you on –’

‘Amy, I really need to talk to you.’

The line went silent.

‘Amy?’

‘OK,’ she said. I sensed panic in her voice. ‘I can meet you at the ice-cream place in half an hour.’

I ordered a hot chocolate and sat at one of the tables outside. There were lots of Saturday shoppers around, browsing in the windows of the thrift stores and the shoe shops. This was due to be my second last day in Dublin. If I’d actually managed to solve the case, then I’d be packing up my stuff and getting on a bus to Avarna tomorrow. Detective Sergeant Lawlor would see to everything else after I told him who I thought the murderer was. I was looking forward to proving him right in front of Detective Sergeant Lonergan. Proving that his faith in me hadn’t been misguided. I was also looking forward to going back. There was a chance that Nick might actually talk to me if I was there. I wanted to see him. Whatever ended up happening between the two of us, I felt like we needed to talk and sort the situation out. I didn’t want things to end nastily like they had with Cian.

As far as Kayla was concerned, I was pretty sure I was on the right track. I could imagine Andrew might have been the one to kill her, but if it was him I couldn’t understand why Amy was still covering for him. But then again, like Ger had said, you’d be surprised at the lengths people will go to to protect the ones they love. Maybe Amy had been so in love with him that she’d decided to lie, and now she was too afraid to go back on it?

Soon after that, Amy appeared, dropped her shopping bags on the ground and sitting down across from me. I
was glad we were meeting in a public place. When I confronted her, she wouldn’t be able to hurt me. Not that I was scared of her. Judging by how I assumed she’d used Lauren, she probably got other people to do all her dirty work for her.

‘I don’t think you’ve been entirely truthful with me,’ I said. ‘Have you?’

She started to cry. A couple sitting two tables away glanced over, but then resumed sharing their ice cream.

‘Please stop crying, Amy,’ I said. ‘I think I know what really happened. It will be easier if you just tell me in your own words.’

She just kept sobbing.

‘Amy?’ I pushed gently.

‘OK!’ she said. ‘I’m sorry, you’re right. I admit it. I didn’t walk her to the top of the laneway. I fought with Andrew outside the supermarket, and Kayla said she had to get back to the party. I let her start walking by herself. Then Andrew and I made up, and I said we had to go and catch up with her. He wanted us to go to his house instead, and that was in the other direction. I was determined to stay on his good side, but I also wanted to walk Kayla home – I didn’t want people to think I’d left her alone on her birthday. I remember exactly what Andrew whispered to me. He said, “Just say you walked her home – it’s not like she’s going to remember.” I was so relieved we’d made up, I decided to go with him.

‘So I texted Kayla and said I had a headache and was going home. I never heard back from her; I just assumed she was mad at me. The next morning, when Hazel called, I said
I’d walked her to the top of the road. It just automatically came out. I was scared to change my story, scared to go back. Andrew has a criminal record – he beat up a guy in a nightclub once – so I didn’t want to draw any attention to him. I just felt like I couldn’t backtrack. It was too late; we’d already lied. I didn’t see what difference a few minutes’ walk would make; I thought she’d just gone off somewhere and would turn up …’

I was confused. This wasn’t the confession I was expecting from Amy. What about the part where Andrew had taken her? Had Amy not even seen that happen? Had he gone back after Kayla at some point?

‘Amy, tell me the whole story. Do you think Andrew might have hurt her? Is that why you didn’t want to draw attention to him?’

‘No! God, no! I was with him the whole time – he never left my side that night. You know what people are like if you’ve got a criminal record. I didn’t want to go to the guards and tell them I’d lied. Andrew was so temperamental at that stage. I didn’t see what a mistake the relationship was – I just felt like I needed him to survive. And I’d told the story so many times – how I’d walked her to the top of the road, how I’d hugged her goodbye, that I started to believe it myself.’

‘But what did Andrew do to her? What do you know that you’re not telling me? You don’t have to cover for him any more. Or was it you? Did you hurt her?’

‘Jacki, I didn’t hurt her! I can’t help thinking if I’d walked her that extra bit more that she’d have got home OK. But Andrew said she could just as easily have been taken from
her own road. God, you can’t think I would hurt her. I’d never do that.’

‘But you paid Lauren to get rid of me.’

‘What? Lauren O’Keefe? I haven’t talked to Lauren properly in years. What do you mean I
paid her to get rid of you
? There’s nobody that wants you here more than me, Jacki. There’s nobody who wants Kayla to be found more than me.’

I was floored by this – if Amy was lying, she was doing a very good job of it. I didn’t know whether to believe her now or not.

‘What did you fight about?’ I asked. ‘You and Andrew?’

‘Well, you see, Kayla was looking at this magazine in the shop –
Electric
magazine I think it was called. It was the latest issue just out, and it had a collection of their best music photography in it. Bruce Springsteen was on the cover, I remember, because Andrew started singing “Born in the USA” very loudly, and the cashier was looking at us disapprovingly. Kayla was going to buy it, but Andrew offered to buy it for her, kind of as a birthday present. Listen, I’m not proud of this, but basically I went mental. They used to go out and I was always jealous of her. Even though they’d only gone out for, like, a week or something, I knew he’d been in love with her for ages, and I’d always thought of myself as his second choice. He never did things like that for me, like spontaneously buying me stuff. And I saw how grateful she was and it just triggered something inside me and I sort of flipped. Kayla went off to find the marshmallows and Andrew and I were fighting in the magazine aisle, and then again outside, whispering back and forth so that Kayla wouldn’t hear what we were fighting about. But I think she
knew anyway. She said she had to get back to the party, that she’d meet us there. We basically made her feel so awkward that she left.’

I thought back to last week, when I’d gone into Kayla’s room. I remembered the doll’s house and the camera equipment and the Polaroids, but most importantly I remembered the bookshelf, with the photography books and the poetry collections, and the stack of
Electric
magazines. I could have sworn the one on the top had a cover showing Bruce Springsteen. But I wasn’t entirely sure.

‘Did Andrew give her the magazine?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, he bought it for her.’

‘No, did he give it to her, did she have it with her before heading back to the party?’

‘Yeah, yeah, she did.’

If she had gone back to the party, maybe something had happened to her right inside the house. I’d felt really dizzy walking up the spiral stairs to her bedroom; maybe something had happened up there. I wasn’t absolutely certain that I’d seen the magazine in her room though. I had to check.

‘Thanks, Amy,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry to make you go over this, but I may have to talk to you again.’

‘It’s okay,’ she said. I felt her eyes watching me sadly as I left.

I went to George’s Street Arcade to retrieve Kayla’s necklace from Lauren. I made sure she swore it was safe before I took it. I wanted to go to Kayla’s house, but I didn’t want to turn up without a reason. I’d already seen her room
once; I wasn’t sure if I’d be allowed to see it again, especially if her parents were back.

As I walked up Sycamore Road, I examined the necklace. The tips of the star pendant were discoloured from where it had scalded Lauren’s hands. I really hoped nobody would notice. I’d promised to take good care of it, and now I was returning it in this state. You had to look at it really closely to notice the damage though, and there was nothing I could do about it now.

A woman with a blonde bob opened the door. She looked a lot like Kayla, so I assumed it was her mum.

‘Anna?’ I asked. ‘I’m Jacki, I’m helping Detective Sergeant Lawlor.’

‘Oh yes, of course. Come in,’ she said.

I stepped into the hallway.

‘I wanted to return Kayla’s necklace,’ I said.

‘Was it of any help?’ she asked.

‘I’m not sure … I’m afraid I’ve nothing conclusive yet. But I’d also like to see her room once more,’ I said. ‘If that’s possible?’

‘Yes, of course,’ she said. ‘Come with me.’ She was a lot more accommodating than I’d expected her to be. Much like Libby, I suppose.

I followed her up the stairs and along the corridor, then up the spiral staircase. I pretended to look around the room, not wanting to dart directly to the bookshelf. Even though I was desperate to examine it, I didn’t want to seem suspicious. I wanted it to look like I was trying to connect with Kayla, not that I was searching for something in particular. I moved slowly towards the shelf. Sure enough, there it was.
On top of the pile of magazines was the issue with Bruce Springsteen on the cover. Kayla had come back here after all. My heart started to race.

‘Every time I look at these Polaroids I spot something new,’ said Anna.

I turned round. ‘They’re beautiful.’

‘Like that one,’ said Anna, pointing to the photo of the white butterfly landing on the purple thistle.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I noticed that one the last time I was here.’

‘Ah, but did you notice everything about it?’ she asked.

‘Sorry?’

‘Take a closer look.’

I walked towards the photograph. I stared at it, but didn’t immediately notice anything new. However, after a few more moments, I saw it. A small brown snail, blending in with the darkest part of the thistle.

‘That photograph won a competition,’ said Anna. ‘So few people notice the snail at first. They’re so fixated on the butterfly that they don’t even think to look for anything else.’

I froze at Anna’s words. Suddenly I knew what I had to do.

I ran to the bus stop and frantically looked through my bag, finally deciding to tip the contents out on to the ground. It wasn’t there though. I must have left it at Ellie and Sasha’s.

‘Crap,’ I muttered. I ran through the square, all the way to their house, and pressed the buzzer.
Please be here, please be here.

‘Hello?’

‘Sasha, it’s Jacki.’

‘Hey, Jacki,’ she said as she released the door.

‘I think I left my DVD here,’ I gasped.

‘Oh, right, come on up and check, if you like.’

‘Thanks.’

I clambered up the stairs. Sasha opened the door. I thanked her and ran straight for the DVD player. I wanted to watch the video again. It had to hold the answer. The killer or killers were at the party; they must have been in the video. I’d watched it over and over, but maybe I was missing something. I had to be missing something. Kayla had made it back to the house; she’d brought the magazine up to her room. Calum was right: he had seen her.

‘Um, Sasha,’ I said. ‘Do you mind if I watch this again?’

‘Fire away,’ she said, sitting down on the couch and opening her textbook.

Once again I watched Kayla sitting on the chair. I watched her being kissed by everyone – Rob, Amy, Andrew, Libby, Hazel, Kev, Sasha, Ellie …

Then I saw something blocking the bottom right-hand corner. It was there for a second, and then it was gone. I knelt down and rewound the DVD. But when I played it again I realized it was just somebody’s thumb, the thumb that belonged to whoever had taken the video. My heart started to pound. I remembered Matt’s words on the day we’d met in Ming’s.
I strongly suspect that her killer is in this vide
o. All the times I’d watched this I hadn’t spotted what was right in front of me. It was like the snail beside the butterfly. I’d been concentrating so hard on the obvious that I hadn’t been looking for anything else.

‘Sasha?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Do you remember who took this?’

‘Hmm?’ she said, looking up from her book.

‘Who was holding the video camera? At Kayla’s party?’