the garden and looked around, but there was no sound or sight of Roger.
âNot here either,â Bill grunted.
âMaybe heâs dozed off,â I said, putting my head round a trellis covered with sweet-smelling roses.
And then I saw it. I saw the blood first and gagged. Plenty of it was dry but some had trickled into a tiny pond and coloured it red. I forced myself to look further. And there lay the body it had come from. It looked very dead.
I must have let out some kind of noise, a retch maybe, for Bill hurried to my side. Just what I didnât want, but I was too late.
The body was turned away from us, but it was a womanâs and I knew immediately whose it was. It was Angieâs.
FOUR
N either of us moved. I registered that there was some insect buzzing nearby and that incongruously a bird was singing and the sun burning on my arm. Then I found myself punching in 999 on my mobile even though my mind was still fighting to get back in gear and Bill was half walking, half staggering towards what was left of his wife. How could I say stop? There was no doubt it was Angie even though half her head had been blown away. The gun was lying at her side to prove it.
My eyes stayed on Bill even while I was talking on the phone. That done, I made another one â to Dave Jennings â to tell him he had been right. There
was
something wrong somewhere. Nightmarishly wrong.
Bill had squatted down by the body and his hand rested protectively on his wifeâs yellow silk trousers. The matching jacket was blood-soaked.
I forced myself to action, walked over to him and pulled him to his feet. âOut,â I said gently.
He looked at me like a hurt animal, but for once in his life Bill Wade acquiesced. We must have been silent because when we went into the building â through its rear door this time, not the office patio doors â everything seemed strangely normal. Only Louise, who was chatting to Jane at the front desk, read my face correctly, looked from me to Bill and became very still.
âAngieâs dead,â I said briefly. âThe police are on their way.â
She gave a half gasp, steadied herself and took charge of Bill. It was high time. The phrase goes âbeside himself with griefâ but Bill had gone
inside
himself. He seemed to have shrivelled into grey old age, his power ceded without a murmur. âIâll take care of him,âshe said. I must have looked fairly shaky myself, because she added, âAre you OK, Jack?â
I nodded. So I was, on the surface at any rate. I could function. With Bill gone I dealt with the receptionist, thankfully not the gorgon of my first visit; Jane was a sensible girl in her mid twenties, even if understandably out of her depth at the moment.
âPolice?â she queried, looking scared as well as shocked.
âAfraid so.â I decided not to specify why an ambulance would not suffice. âI need your help now. Whoâs your closest reliable ally?â
A momentâs thought. âTom Hopkins and Julie. I job-share with her but sheâs around. And Ken Merton â heâs at the security barrier.â
Where I knew he would be needed. âPage Julie and Tom then, to help us guard this building. No one gets in before the police. Not even Roger Ford.â
She took my point. âWhere . . .?â
âIn the garden.â
She went a shade greener, if that were possible, but she had her wits about her. âWhat about the gate?â
âWhat gate?â
âThereâs one into the garden on the far corner. Itâs not always locked.â
âStay here, Iâll check.â
I dashed back and forced myself back through that garden, steeling myself to pass Angieâs body again. The gate took some finding since it was masked by two tall hedges with a narrow winding path between them. The gate was open and I wasnât going to touch it. I cursed the fact that I hadnât yet
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