‘Two possibilities, then,’ says Donna. ‘Either she’s deliberately trying to avoid the cameras. Which is unlikely, given she wouldn’t know where all of them were.’
‘Or …’ starts Chris.
‘Or …’ continues Donna, ‘the person Bethany Waites went to meet that night lived in Juniper Court.’
‘And that could be our killer,’ says Chris.
‘So Bethany leaves her building at ten fifteen, drives five minutes to Foster Road and into the underground car park at Juniper Court. Several hours later …’
‘With somebody else now in the car with her …’
‘… she drives out of the exit onto Darwell Road, then right onto Rotherfield Road and heads towards Shakespeare Cliff.’
‘We’re geniuses,’ says Chris. ‘Let’s take a little trip down to Juniper Court, see who lives there.’
‘I ag–’
The door opens, and DI Terry Hallet walks in, a sheet of paper in his hand.
‘Thought you’d be interested in this, Guv,’ says Terry Hallet. ‘Given who you were asking about the other day?’
Terry shows the piece of paper to Chris. Juniper Court will have to wait for now. He looks at Donna.
‘Change of plan. We’re going to see some old friends of ours.’
19
‘Well this is a pleasant surprise,’ says Joyce, ushering Chris and Donna into the Jigsaw Room. ‘Don’t you look well?’
‘Hello, all,’ says Chris.
‘We have wine and biscuits,’ says Joyce. ‘There’s red to go with the bourbon creams and white for the Jaffa cakes.’
‘No Jammie Dodgers, even though I asked,’ says Ron.
‘Not now, Alan,’ says Donna. Alan has a particular fondness for her.
Chris pulls up a chair, and Donna does the same.
‘What a look you have on your face, Detective Chief Inspector,’ says Ibrahim. ‘You seem quite troubled.’
‘We need to have a very serious conversation,’ says Chris. ‘Wait, you’re Mike Waghorn!’
‘Guilty as charged,’ says Mike Waghorn, offering his wrists for mock handcuffs.
‘How do you know this lo–’ starts Chris. ‘No, don’t worry, of course you know them.’
Ron reluctantly reaches for a Jaffa cake.
‘You ever done any TV, Chris?’ says Mike. ‘You’ve really got the bone structure for it.’
‘I … uh … no, I haven’t,’ says Chris.
‘Leave it with me,’ says Mike.
‘Uh … sure,’ says Chris, as he takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of his chair. ‘Really?’
Mike nods. ‘Great hair.’
Chris snaps back to the matter at hand. ‘We need to have a serious conversation.’
‘A serious conversation about what, Chris?’ says Elizabeth. ‘We have seven and a half minutes.’
‘You’re investigating the death of Bethany Waites,’ says Donna.
‘We’re dipping our toe in, yes,’ says Elizabeth. ‘With your help.’
Chris looks around each of them in turn. ‘Been making enquiries into Heather Garbutt too?’
‘Not really,’ says Ibrahim. ‘Minor enquiries. She’s in jail you know.’