Just look at those shoulders. Two questions come to her at once: are Polish weddings like English weddings? And would it be OK if I rolled over and went to sleep?
‘Can I ask you a question, Donna?’ Bogdan suddenly sounds very serious.
Uh oh.
‘Of course,’ says Donna. ‘Anything.’ Anything within reason.
‘If you had to murder someone, how would you do it?’
‘Hypothetically?’ asks Donna.
‘No, for real,’ says Bogdan. ‘We are not children. You’re a police officer. How would you do it? To get away with it?’
Hmm. Is this Bogdan’s downside? He’s a serial murderer? That would be tough to overlook. Not impossible though, given those shoulders.
‘What’s happening here?’ asks Donna. ‘Why are you asking me that?’
‘It’s homework for Elizabeth. She wanted to know my thoughts.’
OK, that makes sense. What a relief. Bogdan is not a homicidal maniac; Elizabeth is. ‘Poison, I suppose,’ says Donna. ‘Something undetectable anyway.’
‘Yes, make it look natural,’ agrees Bogdan. ‘Make it look like not a murder.’
‘Maybe drive a car at them, late at night,’ says Donna. ‘Anything where you don’t have to touch the body, that’s where forensics will get you. Or a gun, nice and simple, one shot, blam, and get out quick, the whole thing away from security cameras. Plan your escape route of course, that’s essential too. No forensics, no witnesses, no body to bury, that’s how I’d do it. Phone off, or leave your phone in a cab, so it’s miles away when you’re committing the murder. Bribe a nurse, maybe get vials of blood from strangers and leave them on the body. Or …’
Bogdan is looking at her. Has she overshared there? Maybe move the conversation on.
‘What’s Elizabeth up to?’
‘She says someone got murdered.’
‘Of course she does,’ says Donna.
‘But murdered in a car, pushed off a cliff. Is not how I’d murder someone.’
‘A car over a cliff? OK, I can see that,’ says Donna. ‘Why is Elizabeth investigating it?’
Bogdan shrugs. ‘Because Joyce wanted to meet someone off the TV, I think. I didn’t really understand.’
Donna nods – that sounds about right. ‘Were there any marks on the body? Like they’d been killed before the car went over the cliff?’
‘No body, just some clothes and some blood. The body was thrown from the car.’
‘That’s convenient for the killer.’ Donna was not used to this type of post-coital talk. Usually you had to hear about someone’s motorbike, or the ex whom they’d just realized they still loved. Or you had to give a reassuring pep-talk. ‘Spectacular though. If the killer wanted to send a message to someone. Difficult to ignore.’
‘I think it’s too complicated,’ says Bogdan, ‘For a murder. A car, a cliff, come on.’
‘And you’re an expert in murder now?’
‘I read a lot,’ says Bogdan.
‘What’s your favourite book ever?’
‘The Velveteen Rabbit,’ says Bogdan. ‘Or Andre Agassi’s autobiography.’
Maybe Bogdan could kill Carl, her ex? She’s fantasized about killing Carl a few times. Could Bogdan push Carl’s stupid Mazda over a cliff? But, even as the thought flashes through her mind, and she stretches like a cat finding a patch of sunshine, she realizes she no longer cares about Carl. Be the bigger person, Donna. Let Carl live.