“It might feel like that for him, but I’m bloody sure that’s not how it feels for Paddy. I think we should try to go and see her this afternoon. Did the solicitor tell you what the score is on visiting arrangements?”

Cordelia shook her head. “Why don’t you give her a call? I don’t suppose we’ll be able to visit, anyway—I mean, don’t you have to have a visiting order or something?”

Lindsay shook her head. “Not when the prisoner is on remand. Paddy’s legally entitled to a fifteen-minute daily visit from family or friends. Plus unlimited time with her legal advisor. Give me the number for this solicitor.”

She was quickly connected with Gillian Markham, who sounded brisk and competent. As they talked, Lindsay’s face grew more puzzled and angry. She finally put the phone down and said, “Well, there’s no problem with the visit. We can see Paddy if we get there between three and half-past. Gillian thinks it will take us about an hour to drive to the remand center. We can take food and cigarettes with us, and Paddy would apparently like some fresh clothes since she’s opted to wear her own gear rather than prison uniform. Does that still give us time to get to London, assuming we get away about four?”

“Given the way you drive, I don’t anticipate any problem with that,” Cordelia replied tartly. “But what’s the matter? You look as if you’ve just been kicked in the teeth.”

“From what Gillian’s just told me, I think it’s Paddy who’s been kicked in the teeth, not me.”

“Meaning?”

“Gillian’s just had a tip from a contact inside the force about a new piece of circumstantial evidence against Paddy. Remember all that carry-on with Sarah Cartwright on Saturday morning? Well, guess where Paddy took her to cool down?”

Cordelia looked dismayed. “If I said Music 2, would I be wrong?”

“You’d be spot on. As if that wasn’t bad enough in itself, Sarah has given the police a statement saying that Paddy passed a remark along the lines that the room had been nicely spruced up for its VIP guest. Sarah also maintains that Paddy was wandering around idly opening cupboards and picking things up while they talked.”

“Oh God, no! Surely the girl must be lying?”