Trick of the Dark (44 page)

Jay couldn't quite believe it. 'Corinna's what? Hired a private eye?'

'No, she's strictly amateur hour. She's another one of Corinna's former pupils. A psychiatrist. Dr Charlotte Flint. Charlie to her friends.' The voice was amused now, enjoying a private joke that Jay didn't understand.

'I remember Charlie Flint. She was in the news last year. She was involved in that serial killer case. What on earth is she doing working for Corinna? And how do you know this?'

'Not everyone is immune to my charms, Jay. Would you like to know where she spent the weekend?'

Jay straightened up in her chair. 'This isn't a game. Just tell me what you know, never mind dangling stuff in front of me. What the hell's going on here?'

A soft gurgle of laughter. 'Calm down, Jay. I'll tell you what you want to know. Charlie Flint spent the weekend on the Isle of Skye. She interviewed two guys from the mountain rescue. She's also been looking at a couple of other incidents in your past. Jess Edwards, and Ulf Ingemarsson. Oh, and the husband.'

'Tell me this is your idea of a joke,' Jay said, her voice dark with anger.

'Don't shoot the messenger, dear heart. I'm not the one who thinks you're a serial killer. That's your beloved's mother. And all because she saw somebody who looked like you in the meadow on the morning Jess Edwards died.'

Jay's chest constricted. After all these years, her banishment suddenly made a terrible kind of sense. 'Corinna was in the meadow?'

'Apparently. Who knew?'

'I don't understand. She saw someone in the meadow that she thought was me and she said nothing?'

'Amazing, isn't it? I imagine she thought she was too closely linked with you in people's minds to give you up.'

'Or she cared too much about Schollie's.'

'Well, if she did, she's stopped caring now. Corinna's determined to bring you down.'

Jay couldn't believe what she was hearing. The fear that had squatted for years in the back of her mind was becoming a reality. Nothing was more calculated to destroy the comfort and happiness of her new life. And that was something she couldn't allow to happen. 'How the hell has this happened? Jesus!'

'It's OK. Be calm.'

'Calm? How can I be calm?'

'Because there's nothing to find, is there? These deaths were all investigated at the time. If there was any evidence of you being involved with a murder, the police would have been all over you. There's nothing to find, so there's nothing to worry about.'

Jay clenched her fist, her nails biting into her palm. The urge to violence was as strong as it had ever been. How had she let things come to this? 'So why are you calling me? If there's nothing to worry about, nothing to find, why are you winding me up with this?' Her words emerged in staccato choppiness, as if she was biting them off one by one.

'Because I thought you should know. I didn't want you to be blindsided. She's coming after you, Jay. It's better to be forewarned, don't you think?'

'So now I'm forewarned.' Jay rubbed her forehead so hard her fingers left red streaks on her skin. 'Thank you.'

'You know you're always welcome. I'm looking out for you, Jay. Always looking out for you. Always have been.' The voice was soft and seductive. 'But you know that. Right?'

'Right.' She could feel a headache starting at the base of her skull. Not for the first time, she wished she could wind back the years and undo one single evening. 'And I appreciate it,' she said in a monotone.

'Good. Let's meet up soon.'

'Let's. I'm sorry, I have to go, I have a staff meeting to prepare. '

'Good to talk to you. As always.'

'And you.' Jay terminated the call and sat staring unseeing at her computer screen. Of course there was nothing to find. How could there be, after all this time?

But all the same . . .

Charlie found Nick sitting outside the courtroom where the case he was involved in was being heard. Dressed for court, he was smarter than she'd ever seen him. A well-fitting black suit, a pale blue shirt, a dark blue tie and well-polished shoes were an ensemble she'd never have imagined he owned, never mind one that he'd actually wear. He'd shaved and his hair, if not actually neat, had been brushed. He gave her a wan smile. 'Hey, Charlie.'

'How was the weekend?' she asked, parking herself beside him.

'Work, work and then some more work on the side. We had a strong tip but it needed a stake-out. So that was my weekend flushed down the toilet. I was hoping to sit in on a session last night in Kilburn, but I didn't get home till gone midnight.' He sighed. 'Still, it's money in the bank when it comes to building a case against these scumbags. What about you?'

'We went to Skye.'

'Speed bonny boat, and all that?'

'Not any more, there's a bridge. There's also some very helpful mountain rescue guys.' Charlie told him what she'd learned from Eric and Calum. 'So, the knife being in her pocket was apparently fortunate but not remarkable,' she concluded.

'That was a waste of time then,' Nick sighed.

'Not entirely. There's the question of the phone call to the emergency services. The caller was a woman who said she was phoning from the hotel because Jay and Kathy hadn't come back. But nobody from the hotel had made the call. It's not a big place, Nick. They don't have huge numbers of staff running round the place. Especially in February, I imagine. It's odd, that's all.'

'But odd isn't enough to make a case. Oh, by the way, I meant to tell you. I had a bit of luck with Stratosphone. They got taken over by MXP Communications in 2005, and it just so happens that we've got warrants out with MXP on this trafficking case. I had a word with the officer who's been dealing with them, asked her if she'd put in a word for me. Obviously, I didn't tell her what it was about, just said it was a tangential thing, might come to something or not. Anyway, she's making some inquiries with MXP for us.'

'That's great. Thanks for coming through on that, Nick. But the funny phone call isn't the only thing I've managed to find out. I called Magda the other night, when Jay was out of town. I wanted to see what she might tell me. And you'll never believe what just landed in her lap.'

'Try me.'

'Eight hundred thousand euros. In untraceable bearer bonds.'

'Fuck,' he said. 'I mean, what the fuck?'

Charlie brought him up to speed, enjoying his astonishment. 'So it turns out Philip was an even bigger crook than either of his colleagues,' she said.

Nick frowned. 'But that doesn't make sense. Why would he grass them up if he was at it too? Why risk an investigation that might screw him even more than them?'

'I wondered about that too. On the face of it, it makes no sense. But maybe he thought they were being careless, exposing them all to unnecessary risks, and this was how he wanted to put a stop to it. Of course, that would be a pretty dangerous strategy. However ...' She paused and sighed. 'On the train coming down this morning, I had a thought. The letters are the motive for the murder, right?'

'That's right. Without the threat of Philip shopping them, Barker and Sanderson had no reason to kill him. They were his mates, the company was successful, they were all on board the gravy train.'

'So what if Philip didn't write the letters?'

A long pause while Nick worked his way through the implications of that. 'But who else would have had access to the information?'

'Magda, obviously. She was the one who "discovered" the back-up drive. We've no way of knowing how long she had it before she handed it over to the police.'

'But she's got no motive for fitting up Barker and Sanderson, ' Nick protested.

Charlie pulled a face. 'Well, she has and she hasn't. I'll come back to that. But here's the thing. I don't think Magda understands a balance sheet or a financial statement well enough to unravel complex stuff like insider trading. But I think her girlfriend does. I think Jay went through all Philip's financial data, looking for something she could use to frame Barker and Sanderson.'

Nick stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles, then folded his arms across his chest. 'I know I'm being really dim here, but why would she do that? From what I've been able to find out, until those letters turned up, the local boys were struggling to find motive or opportunity, never mind any forensics. Why not leave it as an unsolved? Why take a flyer on trying to fit somebody up?'

'Because Magda saw them leave the wedding party at around the right time. In her head at least they were prime suspects for having killed Philip. And Jay's in love with Magda. She wants to bind Magda to her more tightly. She wants to impress her. What better way to do that than deliver her husband's killers to justice? Especially if she's the one who really killed him. No better way of getting herself off the hook for ever.'

Nick threw his head back and laughed in delight. 'That is so beautiful,' he said. 'You have an evil, devious twisted mind. That is so sick. But it fits with what we know about Jay. Indirect, cunning and untraceable.'

'That's the trouble. The "untraceable" bit.' Charlie sounded as glum as she felt. 'All this poking about and we haven't got anything remotely solid. Nothing that would induce your colleagues to open an investigation of any of those old cases. I hate to say it, but I think we've got to admit defeat.'

Nick scratched his head. 'It irritates the shit out of me to admit it, but I think you're right.'

Charlie slumped, head in hands. 'This is just like Bill Hopton all over again. I feel like such a failure, Nick.'

'You're not a failure, Charlie. I don't see what anybody else could have done in the circumstances.' Nick put his arm round her shoulders. 'You're going to be exonerated, you know. You'll be back doing what you do best.'

Charlie made a noise like a half-choked snort. 'Instead of pretending to be some half-arsed detective?' She butted her head against his chest. 'Stop trying to make me feel better. It's a waste of time.'

'I don't suppose you'd entertain an alternative explanation? '

'I'd love one. Why? Do you have one?'

Nick took a deep breath and let it out noisily. 'Well . . . It's all a bit "what if?" And seriously lacking in motive or evidence. But then, we've got bugger all on Jay, so we might as well have bugger all on other suspects, right?'

Charlie eased out from his arm and twisted round to face him. 'What are you talking about?'

'When I get stuck on a case, I try to figure out another way of looking at the evidence. When I was sitting on my stake-out, I started playing around with some other ideas. Take Jess Edwards' murder, for example. What's the one thing we do know about that? We know Corinna was in the meadow.' He stopped, expectantly.

After a long pause, Charlie said, 'You're suggesting Corinna might have killed Jess?'

'Why not? She put herself at the scene of the crime - if there was a crime - which is a good way of diverting suspicion.'

'But what possible motive could she have had?'

Nick shrugged. 'I've no idea. But I bet we could come up with a handful if we sat down and brainstormed it.'

'It's very thin,' Charlie complained.

'So's the case against Jay,' Nick said wearily.

'What about the other murders?'

He pulled a face. 'Well, I wondered about her PA, Anne Perkins. They've worked together a long time, and Anne was very defensive of Jay. And very quick to produce the alibi evidence. Which, incidentally, meant I also got sight of her diary for the week. It looks like she was working alone most of the time. Nobody to vouch for her.'

Charlie chuckled. 'And on that basis, you think she slipped off to Spain, murdered Ulf Ingemarsson and brought his work back to Jay like a dog with a newspaper? Jeez, Nick, this Anne Perkins must have made some impression on you.'

Nick gave a self-deprecating grin. 'Hey, I know it's a stretch, but Jay does seem to provoke strong reactions. For everybody who thinks she's somebody you wouldn't want your daughter to marry, there's someone with big loyalty to her. She's worked at close quarters with Vinny Fitzgerald and Anne Perkins for the best part of a decade. People don't stick around in that kind of job unless they're devoted to each other.'

Charlie shook her head, unwilling to believe him. 'And Philip?'

'Maybe it was Sanderson and Barker after all. I generally like the instincts of juries, Charlie.'

'And all these killers just happen to cluster around Jay Stewart?' She shook her head again. 'Far too many coincidences, Nick. You're playing devil's advocate here. You don't really believe all that. But I might be able to use your ideas to throw a bit of sand in Corinna's eyes.' She stood up. 'I need to go and see her now. Tell her there's nothing I can do for her.'

'I'm sorry,' Nick said. 'Really. And you're right. I was just trying to cheer you up with my crazy notions. For what it's worth, I think Corinna might be right. There's too much stacked against Jay Macallan Stewart to write off as bad luck. A bloke who lost four wives in incidents like these would be sitting in an interview room. But nobody suspected her at the time, which means nobody looked for the evidence to tie her in.'

'Don't,' Charlie said, bitterness in her voice. 'Don't go there, Nick.'