When Boon had said a coffin had been ‘dug up’, Thomas Durham had looked concerned, and yet never mentioned that he’d renovated the convent or his son’s involvement in the current development. It was also odd he’d not contacted his son immediately about the coffin or told him he already knew about it when Nick had called him on Thursday evening.

Jane remembered Thomas Durham looking angry when she saw him coming out of the site office in the morning. He’d clearly had an altercation with Lee Holland, who she now knew had lied to her when he’d said he didn’t know him. So what were Holland and Durham so worried about that they had to lie? Could Father Chris be right about someone outside of the Church being involved in the murder?

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jane was woken by the sound of someone knocking on her door. She looked at the alarm clock. It was eight o’clock.

‘Hang on, I’m just coming,’ she shouted as she got out of bed and put on her dressing gown, before hurrying downstairs to open the door.

‘Morning, Jane,’ Gerry said, holding up his toolbox in one hand and an adjustable spanner in the other. ‘Oh, sorry, have I woken you up? I can come back later.’

‘No, it’s fine. I was already awake. Please, come in,’ she said.

He looked at the tap. ‘Oh dear, it’s dripping quite badly.’

‘I’ll put the kettle on. What would you like?’ Jane said.

‘Cup of tea’s fine. Best you fill the kettle up first as I’ll have to turn the water off at the stopcock. It’s usually under the sink.’ Gerry squatted down while Jane filled the kettle.

‘It’s a bit stiff. I’ll give it a squirt of WD40 to loosen it for you.’

Jane made two cups of tea, gave Gerry his and watched as he removed the tap handle and stem.

‘As I thought, the washer’s had it.’

‘There’s a hardware shop in the high street. Shall I pop down there and get a new one?’ Jane asked.

‘I’ve got plenty in my toolbox,’ Gerry said, removing a plastic bag filled with different-sized washers.

It took him a couple of minutes to replace the washer and refit the tap. He turned on the mains supply, let some water run through the tap, then turned it off and stood back.

‘There you go, Jane. Job done,’ Gerry said looking pleased.

‘You’re a star, Gerry. How much do I owe you?’

‘Don’t worry about it. I like fixing things, and washers are two-a-penny.’

‘I’ll get you another bottle of wine then.’

‘Oh, you don’t need to do that,’ he said with a smile. ‘Anything nice planned for your day off?’