Healers (29 page)

There was no response. They were too tired to play his games.

“What did Lily do on the Sunday?” he demanded. “Come on.

“She had lunch with the Abbots,” Sally Wedderburn said. “And then she went to Magda Pocock’s Insight Group.”

“Where she worked in a pair with Val McDougal,” Ramsay said. “And that’s another parallel with the Faye Cooper investigation. Faye went to a Voice Dialogue session at Juniper Hall. She found it impossible to hide her anxieties and guilt from Magda, who was working as her therapist. Lily had spent all Saturday night alone in the caravan worrying about what she’d done. I don’t think she’d even confided in Sean Slater at that point. In the emotional atmosphere of Magda’s group I think she’d have found it impossible to keep it to herself. Perhaps using one of the other voices, through Voice Dialogue, she told Val exactly what had happened.”

“Why didn’t Mrs. McDougal tell the police then?” Hunter said. “Someone tells you they’ve committed murder you get in touch with the police. She might have been into all that New Age crap but she was a teacher, a respectable woman.”

“I don’t think she was sure it had actually happened,” Ramsay said. “Bowles’s body wasn’t discovered until Monday. Perhaps she thought it was an outrageous fantasy. Even if she did believe Lily, do you really think she would have turned her in? I think she would have seen that as a sort of betrayal. Everyone involved in Magda’s group would have assumed that what they said there was confidential. I can imagine her going back to Lily, urging her to give herself up, but in the end leaving the responsibility to her. Of course she never did contact Lily again because on Monday night, just as news of Bowles’s death was coming out, Slater killed her.”

Outside the sky was getting lighter and there was a burst of birdsong. Hunter sat on his usual perch on the windowsill and looked out over the playground. Ramsay continued.

“Lily confided in Slater on Sunday afternoon, as they walked home from the group. He went to meet her. She told him that she’d strangled Ernie Bowles and that Mrs. McDougal knew the whole story. In the morning they pretended to find the body in the farmhouse kitchen and we were called in. She says she didn’t know Slater had murdered Val. Not at first. Perhaps she guessed what he’d done but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She preferred to imagine her murder as a convenient coincidence. It was only after James’s death that she realized she’d have to do something.”

“Slater killed Val McDougal just to protect the girl?” Newell said.

Ramsay nodded. “That’s what he’s admitted. Lily was babysitting for the Abbots. There was no one at Long Edge Farm because the Richardsons had a do at the agricultural college. Sean knew about that there were posters up all over the town. Anyway, he was prepared to take a chance. We know that he’s got a record for car theft and there would have been other vehicles left outside the holiday cottages. He drove the Fiesta into Otterbridge and parked it in front of the McDougals’ house. He wasn’t concerned about anyone seeing the car. He didn’t think it would be possible to trace it back to him. I’m not sure what he would have done if the family had been there. He would probably just have driven away.

But the house was empty so he waited. He went into the garden and found the nylon rope. When Val McDougal came back to her house he was ready for her … “He had parked the Fiesta at Long Edge Farm and had walked to the caravan before Lily was home from babysitting. I think if she’d ever asked him if he’d murdered Val, he’d have told her. But she didn’t ask. Later he typed the anonymous letter which sent us chasing after the story of Faye Cooper. He’d heard all about Faye, of course, from Lily. The letter was franked in Newcastle because he gave it to a feed rep to post. That was just a coincidence.”

“I don’t understand why he didn’t just leave it at that,” Newell said. “Why did he go after the boy? James didn’t know that Lily had killed Bowles.”

“But Slater couldn’t be sure of that, could he? There was always a risk that Val had passed on Lily’s story. They were close, after all. Everyone said that. More like friends than mother and son. And then he knew that Win Abbot planned to visit the boy. It would be an opportunity for James to pass on his suspicions, hints perhaps that Val had given. Sean convinced himself that Lily was in danger again. He was quite unbalanced of course, more infatuated every day, it was as if he wanted to prove to Lily just how devoted he was.

This time he didn’t bother to steal a car. He took the Land-Rover instead. He was quite reck less and drove down Mittingford High Street, giving our inebriated farmer a shock on the way. Do we know yet where he parked in Otterbridge?”

“Yes, sir.” It was Newell, full of himself. He’d carried out the boss’s instructions and got a result. What does he want? Hunter thought. A pat on the head? “An old chap who works part-time as a gardener saw the Land-Rover. It was in a little cul-de-sac just round the corner from the McDougalsV

“Sean followed James for most of the way by foot,” Ramsay said. “Until he realized where he was heading and he came back for the Land-Rover. When he got to the cemetery, it was empty except for James, sitting on a bench, dozing. It couldn’t have been easier for him …”

Ramsay’s voice trailed off. For the first time that evening he too was feeling tired. They looked at him, wondering if he had finished, hoping they could go to their beds, but he continued:

“When I went to see him later that night he was working in the garden at Laverock Farm. He made a joke about not having made much progress for a whole day’s work. I should have realized then that he hadn’t spent all day in the garden. Lily made the connection. I think that’s when she found she couldn’t delude herself any longer.

“By then, though, there wasn’t only herself to consider. She couldn’t admit to having strangled

Ernie Bowles without telling us about the others. She wanted the killing to stop but she thought she owed Sean more than that. Before we arrived at Laverock Farm tonight she told Slater she intended giving herself up. She was going to come into the station this morning and explain everything to Hunter here. For some reason she trusted him. She gave Slater the night to run away. Instead he found Ernie Bowles’s gun and started talking suicide pacts. Perhaps that’s what he really wanted all along.”

The team ambled out of the station and up the road to the pub for a celebratory breakfast and plenty of coffee. It was almost seven but the sun was bright. It would be another warm day. Ramsay and Hunter were left on their own in the incident room.

“Do you want to see her?” Ramsay asked. “Before she goes off to Otterbridge?”

Hunter did not answer directly. “What will they charge her with?” he said. “Murder or manslaughter?”

Ramsay shrugged. “That’s up to the CPS.” Hunter remembered the straight-backed woman with the dark eyes he’d seen in Cissie Bowles’s bedroom.

“Na!” he said. “She won’t want to talk to me.” Like Sean, he thought, he wasn’t really into independent women.