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- Dedication
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- FIFTEEN
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- THIRTY
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- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
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‘No. Some foetuses can survive at that stage, but not many. Mr and Mrs Jennings’s baby couldn’t, even if it had been born in hospital. It wasn’t properly formed. It’s all in my report.’
‘I see. So it couldn’t have cried?’
‘No. It might have made a sound, but not a proper cry like a full-term viable baby does. No one would have attempted to resuscitate it, not even in hospital.’
‘I understand. I believe you disposed of the body?’
‘Yes, at the parents’ request. It was cremated at the hospital. Is that everything now?’ Anne asked. ‘Only I’m on my way to see a mum who’s in active labour.’
‘Yes, thank you.’
‘And you won’t have to visit Mr and Mrs Jennings again? I believe it’s the second time you’ve been, and they’re very upset. They have enough to cope with at present.’
‘There won’t be any need for me to see them again,’ Beth confirmed and, winding up the conversation, she said goodbye.
‘It was a late miscarriage,’ Beth told Matt. ‘Which explains why it’s not on any of the registers. You don’t have to register until twenty-four weeks. It was a foetus and not fully formed.’
‘That also explains why the parents didn’t want to see or hold it,’ Matt said, grimacing. ‘I wouldn’t have wanted to, would you?’
‘Probably not. I’ll just complete and file my report and then we can go and arrest Mr Bates.’
THIRTEEN
On Tuesday evening, after Jan had finished her dinner, she settled on the sofa with her laptop and a mug of tea. She was feeling positive and determined to write the first page of her novel. A Difficult Romance. At least she had a title now! No excuses. The night-time visits had stopped, and Tinder was peacefully asleep at the other end of the sofa, eyes closed and ears relaxed.
Jan had spent most of Sunday afternoon in the garden boarding up the hole in the hedge, using what she’d found in Camile’s shed – pieces of wood, wire netting and a roll of twine. Doubtless it was a makeshift job by Chris’s standards, but it had held when she’d tested it. She’d wedged strips of wood across the hole, then covered it with wire netting, securing it with twine to the hedge. It had worked. Whatever had been getting in wasn’t any longer. She and Tinder had enjoyed an uninterrupted and peaceful Sunday and Monday evening. Her confidence received another small boost.