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‘All right,’ Ian said. ‘Check your records, but I know my test results are correct.’
‘Quite possibly,’ Moller said in the same convivial manner. ‘I will be in touch as soon as I have investigated the matter. Will that be all?’ he asked politely.
Ian nodded and, closing his laptop, returned it to his briefcase.
‘Thank you for bringing this to my attention,’ Moller said. He stood and came out from behind his desk. ‘I am sorry you’ve had all this worry. I will do my best to put it right, I promise you.’ He opened the door. Edie Moller was waiting on the other side to show Ian out.
‘Goodbye, Mr Jennings,’ Carstan said.
‘Bye,’ Ian mumbled, and followed Edie to the front door.
Outside, Ian saw that the other car had gone. Deflated and confused by Moller’s reaction, Ian returned to his car. He’d arrived half expecting not to be let in and for Moller to then deny that any error could have occurred. Yet he’d admitted straight away that a mistake was possible and even mentioned compensation. Ian didn’t trust him, though. There was something shifty about the man, and he hadn’t been surprised by the DNA results. Indeed, he’d barely glanced at them, almost as if he’d known what they would show. Perhaps he had been using the same donor more than was allowed? How Ian would have liked to see Moller’s records for himself. Then it occurred to him – there was a way … but it was illegal. If he got caught, he would be prosecuted, lose his job and never work again.
FORTY-THREE
Shortly after three o’clock that Wednesday afternoon, Jan left Lillian’s shop in Merryless and returned to her car. Dropping the bag of groceries on the rear seat, she started the engine and headed back to the cottage. She was using her car now to visit the store as it felt safer than walking along Wood Lane. There’d been more muddy footprints on her car that morning and at the front door. They were getting braver and she wasn’t taking any risks. Tinder missed his walks, but he could go in the garden.
She turned into Wood Lane and pressed the central locking system. As the car bumped along the uneven road surface, Jan maintained her vigilance and kept a look-out for any movement in the surrounding trees. It was a bright but cold day with good visibility, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to catch a glimpse of them if they were watching her, as she suspected they were. She looked through the windscreen, the side windows and in the rear-view mirror, but there was nothing so far. She was uncertain whether she should be relieved or more worried than ever.