from the top of the cliff were two figures. The one in front was lighting the way through the rain and the gloom with a torch. Behind him a smaller figure picked out a route among the rain-slicked stones that jutted from the ground where the path had been inadequately cleared.
-That bloody child," Bea said. -He's going to be the death of me." She shouted, -Get the hell down from there, Peter Hannaford. I told you to stay in the car and I damn well meant it and you bloody well know it. And you, Constable. What the hell are you doing, letting a child - "
-They can't hear you, love," Ray said. -Let me." He bellowed Pete's name. He gave an order only a fool would have failed to obey. Pete scurried down the remainder of the path and had his excuse ready by the time he joined them.
-I didn't go near the body," he said. -You said I wasn't meant to go near and I didn't. Mick c'n tell you that. All I did was go up the path with him. He was - "
-Stop splitting hairs with your mother," Ray told him.
Bea said, -You know how I feel when you do that, Pete. Now say hello to your father and get out of here before I wallop you the way you need to be walloped."
-Hullo," Pete said. He stuck out his hand for a shake. Ray accommodated him. Bea looked away.
She wouldn't have allowed a handshake. She would have grabbed the boy and kissed him.
Mick McNulty came up behind them. -Sorry, Guv," he said. -I didn't know - "
-No harm done." Ray put his hands on Pete's shoulders and firmly turned him in the direction of the Porsche. -I thought we'd do Thai food," he said to his son.
Pete hated Thai food, but Bea left them to sort that out for themselves. She shot Pete a look that he could not fail to read: Not here, it said. He made a face.
Ray kissed Bea on the cheek and said, -Take care of yourself."
She said, -Mind how you go, then. Roads're slick." And then because she couldn't help herself,
-I didn't say before. You're looking well, Ray."
He replied, -Lot of good it's doing me," and walked off with their son. Pete stopped at Bea's car.
He brought forth his football shoes. Bea didn't call out to tell him to let them be.
Instead she said to Constable McNulty, -So. What've we got?"
McNulty gestured towards the top of the cliff. -Rucksack up there for SOCO to bag. I expect it's the kid's."
-Anything else?"
-Evidence of how the poor sod went down. I left it for SOCO as well."
-What is it?"
-There's a stile up top, some ten feet or so back from the edge of the cliff. Marks the far west end of a cow pasture up there. He'd put a sling round it, which was supposed to be what his carabiner and rope were fixed to for the abseil down the cliff."
-What sort of sling?"
-Made of nylon webbing. Looks like fishing net if you don't know what you're looking at. It's supposed to be a long loop. You drape it round a fixed object and each end is fastened with the carabiner, making the loop into a circle. You attach your rope to the carabiner and off you go."
-Sounds straightforward."
-Should have been. But the sling's been taped together - presumably over a weak spot to strengthen it - and that's exactly where it's failed." McNulty gazed back the way he'd come.
-Bloody idiot. I can't think why anyone'd just not get himself another sling."
-What kind of tape was used for the repair?"
McNulty looked at her as if surprised by the question. -Electrical tape, this was."
-Kept your digits off it?"
-'Course."
-And the rucksack?"
-It was canvas."
-I reckoned as much," Bea said patiently. -Where was it? Why do you presume it was his? Did you have a look inside?"
-Next to the stile, so I reckon it was his all right. He probably carried his kit in it. Nothing in it now but a set of keys."
-Car?"
-I reckon."
-Did you have a look for it?"
-Thought it best to report back to you."
-Think another time, Constable. Get back up there and find me the car."
He looked towards the cliff. His expression told her how little he wanted to make a second climb up there in the rain. Well, that couldn't be helped. -Up you go," she told him pleasantly. -The exercise will do you a world of good."