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Contents ( 21)
  1. Bello:
  2. hidden talent rediscovered
  3. Contents
  4. Ann Cleeves
  5. A Bird in the Hand
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Copyright

“Did you see him after he had phoned?”

“Yes, I made an appointment for him to come to the office that afternoon. He was usually free in the afternoons and he sounded very overwrought.”

“What did he want?”

“It was the same unspecific anxiety about Sally’s inability to care for Barnaby. He said that she was withdrawing into herself and had refused to see him a couple of times, I tried to explain that Sally is normally a very independent person, and that she’d be feeling the need to break some of her ties with him, but he couldn’t accept that. He needed to be needed. He got very angry with me when I said there was nothing that I could do. He said that Barnaby was in real danger, and should be taken away from Sally. I said that was ridiculous. He threatened to go to the NSPCC and the social services, and to tell them things which would force them to take the baby into care. I said that if he had any real illustrations of Sally’s inability to care for the baby, he should tell me. He stormed out at that. It was quite unusual. He was generally a model client.”

“And do you think that he would have been able to persuade the social services to remove the child from his mother?”

She shrugged. “It would depend what he told them, but social workers are frightened now; there’s been so much publicity about battered children. They might be worried enough to take Barnaby into care, even if it were only for a short time. Sally wouldn’t have been able to cope with that.

“In case there was something he hadn’t told me, I went to see Sally later that afternoon. I call in to see her quite often if I’m working in Fenquay. It’s a good place to get a cup of tea. She was fine and so was Barnaby. For the first time since I’ve known her she was making plans for the future. Tom didn’t have any place in those plans, and I’m afraid it was her new independence, her new freedom from him, that had upset him.”

Jenny Kenning looked very firmly at George.

“Sally’s a very strong lady, Mr. Palmer-Jones. If she’d wanted to get rid of Tom she would have moved away or told him to clear off. She would not have needed to kill him.”

Palmer-Jones slowly drank the last of his coffee.

“She must have been very strong,” he said, “ very strong or very strange, to have listened to threats that her child would be taken away from her without responding.”

Jennifer got up abruptly. “There’s nothing strange about Sally,” she said very quietly. “ She may have responded to Tom’s threats but she did not kill him.”

They were walking out of the hotel, a little strained together, not sure how to say goodbye. George took her arm in a small gesture of apology. “Thank you for your help,” he said gently. “ Do get in touch if you think of anything else.”