“Absolutely.” I cough. “Well, it suddenly came back to me. I remembered seeing him in the pub at the time and thinking he looked suspicious…” I trail off, my face hot. DC Davies is looking at me like a teacher who’s caught you cheating in the geography exam.
“Lara, I’m not sure you’re aware of this,” she says in calm, even tones. “But wasting police time is a criminal offense which can carry a penalty of imprisonment. If you have made a malicious accusation-”
“I wasn’t being malicious!” I say in horror. “I was just…”
“What, exactly?”
Her eyes are fixed on mine. She isn’t going to let me off the hook. Now I’m really scared.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I say in total panic. “I didn’t mean to waste your time. I just had this very strong instinct that my great-aunt was murdered. But maybe… thinking about it in the cold light of day… I got it wrong. Maybe she did die of old age. Please don’t prosecute me,” I add in a rush.
“We’re not going to charge you this time.” DC Davies lifts her eyebrows. “But consider this a warning.”
“All right,” I gulp. “Thank you.”
“The case is closed. I’d like you to sign this form, confirming that we’ve had this talk.”
She proffers a piece of paper with a printed paragraph which basically says I, the undersigned, have had a telling-off and understood it and I won’t pester the police again . In so many words.
“OK.” I nod humbly and scribble my signature. “So what will happen now with the… the…” I can hardly bring myself to say it. “What happens to my great-aunt?”
“The body will be handed back to the responsibility of the next of kin in due course,” says DC Davies in a businesslike way. “Presumably they’ll then arrange another funeral.”
“And how soon will that be?”
“The paperwork might take a while.” She zips up her bag. “Maybe two weeks, maybe a little longer.”
Two weeks? I feel a jolt of horror. What if I can’t find the necklace by then? Two weeks is nothing. I need more time. Sadie needs more time.
“Can that be… delayed at all?” I try to sound casual.
“Lara.” DC Davies gives me a long look, then sighs. “I’m sure you were very fond of your great-aunt. I lost my gran last year; I know what it’s like. But delaying her funeral and wasting everyone’s time is not the answer.” She pauses, then adds more gently, “You have to accept it. She’s gone.”
“She isn’t!” I say before I can stop myself. “I mean… she needs more time.”
“She was one hundred and five.” DC Davies smiles kindly. “I think she had enough time, don’t you?”
“But she-” I exhale in frustration. There’s nothing I can say. “Well… thanks for all your help.”
After DC Davies has left, I sit staring blankly at my computer until I hear Sadie’s voice behind me.
“Why were the police here?”
I swivel around in alarm to see her sitting on top of a filing cabinet, dressed in a low-waisted cream dress and matching cream hat with blue-black feathers sweeping around to tickle her cheek. “I’ve been shopping! I’ve just found you the most divine little wrap. You must buy it.” She adjusts her fur collar, then blinks at me. “Why were the police here?”
“Did you hear our conversation at all?” I ask casually.
“No. I told you, I’ve been shopping.” She narrows her eyes. “Is something wrong?”
I gaze back at her, stricken. I can’t tell her the truth. I can’t tell her she has only two weeks left before they’re going to… before…
“Nothing! Just a routine visit. They wanted to check a few details. I like your hat,” I add, to distract her. “Go and find me a hat like that.”
“You couldn’t wear a hat like this,” says Sadie complacently. “You don’t have the cheekbones.”
“Well, a hat that would suit me, then.”
Sadie’s eyes widen in surprise. “You promise to buy whatever I choose? And wear it?”
“Yes! Of course! Go on! Shop!”
As soon as she’s disappeared, I yank open my desk drawer. I have to find Sadie’s necklace. Now. I can’t waste any more time. I pull out the list of names and rip off the back sheet.
“Kate,” I say as she comes back into the office. “New job. We’re trying to find a necklace. Long, glass beads with a dragonfly pendant. Any of these people might have bought it at a jumble sale at the Fairside Nursing Home. Can you ring this lot?”
There’s a tiny flicker of surprise in her eyes, then she takes the list and nods without any questions, like some loyal army lieutenant. “Absolutely!”
I run my finger down past all the scribbled-out names and dial the next number. After a few rings a woman picks up.
“Hello?”
“Hi there! My name’s Lara Lington, you don’t know me…”
It’s two hours later before I finally put the phone down and look up wearily at Kate. “Any luck?”
“No.” She sighs. “Sorry. How about you?”
“Nothing.”
I slump back in my chair and rub my telephone-red cheeks. My adrenaline evaporated about an hour ago. As I neared the end of the list, it was turning to a heavy kind of disappointment. We’ve ruled out every single number. I don’t have anywhere else to turn. What am I going to do now?