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- FIFTEEN
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- THIRTY
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‘I’ll be in touch as soon as we have any news,’ he reassured Grant and Chelsea. They too got ready to leave.
Outside, Matt and Beth saw the young couple off the hospital premises and continued to their car. It was only then that Beth asked Matt, ‘Did you recognize the name of the midwife?’
‘Yes,’ Matt said. ‘It’s the same one who delivered Mr and Mrs Jennings’s baby. Two stillbirths in a month – is that normal?’
‘Sadly, yes. I looked it up while I was investigating Mrs Slater’s complaint. One in every 223 births is stillborn, that’s 3,400 a year, so nine a day. And that’s just those that have to be registered because of the number of weeks’ gestation. The true figure is likely to be much higher. So in that respect Anne isn’t to blame.’
EIGHTEEN
Jan was ready by 6.30 p.m. and waiting in the living room for Chris to arrive. She’d fed Tinder, showered, washed her hair and spent some time trying to decide what to wear. It was the first time since she’d come to live in Ivy Cottage that she’d needed to change out of jeans and a jumper. She was now wearing a dress; one of three she’d packed in case she needed to look smart.
DC Matt Davis had been very helpful and thorough when he’d visited that afternoon. Not only had he checked the back garden, but he’d gone into the woods surrounding the cottage and down the lane where she’d seen the shadowy figure running from the front door and between the trees. He hadn’t found any signs of anyone living in the woods and suggested it might have been an animal she’d seen. She hadn’t told him otherwise. She would wait until she had some firm evidence. He’d suggested again that she went for a walk in Coleshaw Woods at the back of the cottage and she was considering it. Here she was, living in a renowned beauty spot and she’d hardly explored it at all.
At 7 p.m. Jan heard Chris’s car pull up outside. Tinder heard it too and pricked up his ears. ‘See you later,’ she said, standing, and ruffled his fur.
She shut him in the living room so he couldn’t get upstairs and then went into the hall where she put on her coat. Leaving the hall light on so she could see when she returned, Jan opened the front door. Chris was turning his car around as Wood Lane was a dead end. The only light came from his car’s headlamps. She waited until he’d completed the turn and then went round to the passenger side.
‘Hi,’ she said brightly, getting in. Immediately she sensed an atmosphere.