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Chapters (47)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-One
  22. Chapter Twenty-Two
  23. Chapter Twenty-Three
  24. Chapter Twenty-Four
  25. Chapter Twenty-Five
  26. Chapter Twenty-Six
  27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  30. Chapter Thirty
  31. Chapter Thirty-One
  32. Chapter Thirty-Two
  33. Chapter Thirty-Three
  34. Chapter Thirty-Four
  35. Chapter Thirty-Five
  36. Chapter Thirty-Six
  37. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  39. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  40. Chapter Forty
  41. Chapter Forty-One
  42. Chapter Forty-Two
  43. Chapter Forty-Three
  44. Chapter Forty-Four
  45. Chapter Forty-Five
  46. Chapter Forty-Six
  47. Chapter Forty-Seven

Willow wished she’d recorded this conversation. Sandy and Perez would never believe the Fiscal could talk like this.

‘I came to my senses eventually.’ Rhona gave a sad little smile. ‘Resigned myself that I wasn’t a woman to play Happy Families anyway. So I moved back to Edinburgh. Retrained for the Bar in Scotland.’

‘Were the Greys regular church-goers then?’ Willow found it hard to reconcile Richard Grey’s image of himself as a respectable family man with Rhona’s story.

‘I think Jane went to church.’ The woman gave a tight little smile. ‘Maybe she saw it as a sort of insurance policy? To compensate for the parties and the exhibitionism. If I go to church, I’ll be redeemed anyway. Or perhaps she saw it as a kind of safety net.’ Her voice was dismissive, implying that she didn’t need such a crutch.

‘Then she ran away.’ Willow watched the Fiscal, wondering what her reaction would be.

‘Yes,’ Rhona said. ‘It was the last thing anyone expected. Death by overdose we might have understood, but not that she would suddenly disappear. We thought she liked the lifestyle that Dickie had provided, and he’d never tried to restrict her. And by all accounts Dickie became a changed man when Jane ran off. He devoted himself to his daughter. No more one-night stands or flings with young and beautiful lawyers. So my London friends tell me. I’m not convinced. Perhaps he just became better at keeping secrets.’

‘He didn’t get in touch with you while he was here?’ Willow wasn’t sure this was getting her anywhere. She was gaining a fascinating glimpse into the Fiscal’s past, but nothing relevant to the present investigation. Except, perhaps, the knowledge that Richard Grey wasn’t to be trusted, and she’d already worked that out for herself.

‘No.’ But for the first time Rhona seemed less certain.

‘Are you sure?’ The Greys had had an evening to themselves. There had been nothing to prevent Richard hiring a taxi to Aith, turning up on the Fiscal’s doorstep, looking for comfort or a rekindling of youthful excitement.

‘We didn’t meet, Inspector.’ The Fiscal smiled sadly. ‘I rather wish that we had.’

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Perez arranged to meet Willow for lunch. He wanted to tell her what they’d learned from Jen Belshaw and from the check-in guy at Scatsta, but not as a formal presentation with all the team listening in. He was feeling his way through this investigation and scraps of theory were blowing around his brain. Motes of dust in a sunbeam. He thought they’d disappear if he put them into words, but a gentle discussion might help him to organize his ideas.

They met at the Bonhoga and took a table in the conservatory, looking out over the burn. It was late, so the place was quiet.