Lasting Damage (55 page)

‘So he’s a nutter, then, Kit Bowskill?’ said Charlie. ‘A fully fledged nutter.’

‘That’s one way to look at it,’ Simon said. ‘Another is to see him as practical. Adaptable. Think about it: if he doesn’t divert his obsession at this point and start to obsess about 12 Bentley Grove, what does he do? Buy 18 Pardoner Lane? Connie’s the one he wants to be with, not Jackie. Jackie boosts his ego and works well as a means to an end, but Bowskill knows the difference between a quality product and a piece of shoddy crap – he knows Connie’s the first and Jackie’s the second. If he and Connie buy 18 Pardoner Lane and move in, what does he tell Jackie? “Sorry, thanks for all your help, but my wife will take over now”? Jackie’s not going to sit back and take that, is she? She’s going to tell Connie about the affair, do her best to destroy the marriage.’

Charlie tried not to mind that Simon had described Connie Bowskill as a quality product.

‘So Bowskill transfers his obsession to 12 Bentley Grove . . .’ Sam began tentatively.

‘He persuades Jackie to buy 18 Pardoner Lane,’ said Simon. ‘Tells her it’s a way of them having both houses, tells her to copy the keys for 12 Bentley Grove before she hands them over, and they can start the whole adventure again – invade the Gilpatricks’ new house like they invaded the old one. Jackie does as she’s told, and they get into a new routine – weekday meetings at 12 Bentley Grove, maybe the odd one at 18 Pardoner Lane too, to help Bowskill believe in his Cambridge empire. And a new impossible perfection-centred goal, because he has to maintain the fantasy, always, that he’s working towards the ultimate victory. He asks Jackie if, theoretically, she thinks she could persuade the Gilpatricks to move again. By this point, if she’s got common sense as well as brains, she’ll be starting to doubt him. All the years he’s spent telling her he wants to live with her at 18 Pardoner Lane – he must have said that, to keep her onside – and now he has the chance to do just that and he isn’t taking it. Nor is he leaving Connie, as he no doubt promised he would. Jackie sticks with him, but she’s not happy. Unlike Bowskill, she’s not addicted to the idea of unreachable perfection – she wants the result she wants, as soon as she can get it: her and Bowskill living together in Cambridge. She starts thinking of ways to make that happen.’

‘Didn’t he see that there was no way of resolving his dilemma?’ Charlie asked. ‘Even if the Gilpatricks did move again, what’s to stop Bowskill deciding 12 Bentley Grove’s no longer good enough, and fixating on whatever house they’re moving to?’

‘That’s exactly what he would have done,’ said Simon. ‘He won’t have allowed himself to dwell on that, though – or on the choice he’ll have to make as soon as he moves to any house in Cambridge: Connie or Jackie. If he chooses Connie, Jackie brings his whole world crashing down. If he chooses Jackie, he’s with the wrong woman – one of his “perfects” is missing. Deep down, he knows he can never square the circle, either of the circles, but he also can’t adopt a more realistic mindset. His whole life’s been a flight from reality. If he allows himself to see things as they truly are, he faces instant annihilation, or at least that’s his fear.’

‘So what does he do?’ asked Sam. The stilted chug of traffic had become a flow; they were nearly at the roundabout. Finally, the air-conditioning was doing its stuff.

‘He takes it out on Jackie,’ said Simon. ‘Loses his temper with her whenever she tries to point out to him that the Gilpatricks are unlikely to move again any time soon, having found the perfect family home with garden. Bowskill insists that they might decide to sell – that’s what he’s waiting for and it’s what he’s going to be waiting for until it happens. Jackie doesn’t like the sound of this, but what can she do? If she ends the relationship, she doesn’t get what she wants: Bowskill.’

‘So she puts up with his lunacy because she loves him?’ said Charlie. Here, at last, was psychology she could understand.

‘While she’s putting up with it, the unexpected happens,’ said Simon. ‘Connie Bowskill finds an address she doesn’t recognise, claiming to be “home”. In a pitiful attempt to make his fantasy feel more real, Bowskill’s given 12 Bentley Grove a nickname – one that reminds him of a happier time, when he came within touching distance of his dream. 17 Pardoner Lane, 18 Pardoner Lane – a joke he made years ago, when he still believed perfection was attainable. He’s not convinced any more, but maybe if he repeats the same joke, he’ll get the old feeling back. He programmes 11 Bentley Grove into his SatNav – just to see how it feels, because that’s what he’d do if the house was his.’

‘And Connie finds it,’ said Charlie.

‘Right. Connie finds it, and doesn’t believe him when he says it’s nothing to do with him. Suddenly Bowskill’s got a new problem to contend with – not only is he struggling to manage Jackie’s expectations and nurture his own fantasy, he’s now also trying to cope with a wife who doesn’t trust him – who doesn’t believe a word he says, no matter how much effort he puts into lying to her.’

They were on Trumpington Road, minutes away from Bentley Grove.

‘Don’t ask me what happened next, because I don’t know.’ Simon sounded dissatisfied. ‘I can speculate, if you want me to.’ Without waiting for encouragement, he went on: ‘With Connie so suspicious, Bowskill and Jackie probably steered clear of 12 Bentley Grove. Or maybe they only met there when they knew Connie was busy, but how could Bowskill have known for sure that she wouldn’t turn up when he least expected her to, to try and catch him out? He can’t have. Jackie will have been piling on the pressure, saying, “Forget Connie, forget 12 Bentley Grove – it’s all getting too difficult. Come and live at 18 Pardoner Lane with me, happily ever after.” ’ Simon sighed. ‘At some point, with everything closing in on him, Bowskill reached his limit.’

‘And did what?’ Sam asked.

‘Went to number 12 and killed the Gilpatricks,’ said Simon. ‘Who else could he blame for the mess he was in? I think we’re about to find their bodies, wrapped in curtain material and plastic.’

Sam made a strange noise as they turned left onto Bentley Grove.

‘What’s up?’ Charlie asked him.

‘That’s Connie Bowskill’s Audi,’ he said, pointing. ‘Shit. She’s in there too.’

Simon was out of the car within seconds, running.

*

POLICE EXHIBIT REF: CB13345/432/28IG

11BG worth 1.2/1.3 million

Minimum deposit £400,000? (Nulli? C sick leave – stress)

Borrow 800,000/900,000

Life insurance for full amount borrowed

Acc/su – policy pays out full amount

(Check su clause – may have to be acc)

1.2 mil house for 400 k

OR

1 mil/900k if price reduced?

As above, but min depos 250 k

1.2 mil house for 250 k – not bad!

Same house, but much bigger garden, southfacing – more desirable – OBVIOUS AND UNDENIABLE – MEANT TO BE!!

(Officially acc – poss su, unprovable. Guilt at 4 murders – obsessed with Gils since Pardoner 2003. Wanted 11 for view of 12, to watch them? PARANOID AND DELUSIONAL SINCE JAN, WHEN PUT ADDRESS IN SATNAV!! 11BG, 12BG – say her joke all along.)

Viewing (Frenches? Talbots?) Find SG in – stalker has gone step further, put house up for sale

Woman who met and gave keys – describe C

Letters, stuff through letterbox?

Nitromose car?

Virtual tour – Gil bodies? Something else?

Advise 1 mil/900 v quick sale

Need C passport for buy/sell

C DNA AT 12

Police – C access 12 using key found at 11 – easy

HOW GOT KEY TO 11? Important?

Suicide understandable – avoid punishment?

Rent out 11, live at Pardoner – 11 rent 2500 pcm

LANCING DAMISZ, UNIT 3 WELLINGTON COURT

CAMBRIDGE CB5 6EX, 01223-313300

Chapter 27

Saturday 24 July 2010

I can’t move or speak. There’s parcel tape wrapped round my head, sealing my mouth shut. Once he’d done that, Kit taped my wrists together behind my back and forced me down on the floor. There might have been a chance for me to get away, but I didn’t take it, if there was, and now I’m going to die. When Kit’s ready. And if not being dead gets any worse than it is now, I know how to speed up the process – all I have to do is let myself cry. I’d be unable to breathe within minutes, and I’d suffocate.

‘I didn’t want to kill them, Con.’ He has to raise his voice to make himself heard over the noise of the flies. ‘Four lives, two of them kids. It wasn’t an easy decision, not until I thought about us. Our future children. This is the home our children deserve.’

I don’t want to listen, but I force myself. I wanted to share Kit’s reality. This is Kit’s reality. This man, this monster, is my husband. I loved him. I married him.

‘I didn’t want to kill Jackie either,’ he says. ‘She wasn’t judgemental when I told her what I’d done. She didn’t panic like I did. The wrapping was her idea, to keep the smell to a minimum. Airtight, she said.’ He stops, looks over at the bed. ‘I don’t know why the flies came,’ he says vaguely. ‘Do you think maybe they’re not airtight?’

Looking at me, he remembers the tape that’s preventing me from answering him. Remembers that he was in the middle of telling me a story, about Jackie not panicking. ‘She went into their emails,’ he says. ‘Contacted their works saying there was a family emergency, that they wouldn’t be in for a while. And the school. She kept their mobiles charged, monitored them – when texts arrived from friends and family, she’d text back, pretending to be . . .’ His body judders, as if a current’s running through it. ‘Pretending to be Elise Gilpatrick,’ he says eventually.
The name of the woman he killed for no reason
.

‘I was falling apart, Con. It was Jackie who kept me in one piece, Jackie who had a plan. I went along with it because I was a coward, and because . . . how could I not help her, after everything she’d done for me?’

I flinch as he lunges at me, starts scratching at the tape on my mouth. ‘Why don’t you say something?’ he hisses in my face. His fingernails dig into my skin. Apart from hurting me, it has no effect. Kit picks up the knife, looks at it, then puts it down again and leaves the room. I count. Seven seconds later, he’s back with a pair of nail scissors. I keep as still as I can as he hacks at the tape, but he’s shaking too hard and ends up cutting my mouth. ‘Sorry,’ he breathes, sweat running down his face and neck.

A few more seconds and he’s cut all the way through the tape – I can speak again, if I want to. Blood trickles down my chin. My new cuts start to throb, gathering more pain with each beat.

Kit stands back and stares at me. ‘Say something,’ he orders.

I shouldn’t allow myself to hope, but the hope is there, allowed or not. He taped my mouth shut, then cut the tape away. It’s a clear reversal, one that allows me to believe that he might put his intention to kill me into reverse as well. ‘What did Jackie want to do to me?’ I ask. ‘Did she want you to kill me too?’

‘No. She’d have done it herself. She knew I’d never be able to do it.’