-There is no Paul keeping primates there. And there is no Daidre Trahair born in Falmouth, at home or elsewhere. Do you want to explain?"
-Are you arresting me?"
-No."
-Then come along. Gather your things. I want to show you something." She headed for the door but paused there. She offered him a smile that she knew was brittle. -Or d'you want to phone DI Hannaford and Sergeant Havers first, and tell them you're coming with me? After all, I may send you over a cliff, and they'll want to know where to find your body."
She didn't wait to hear him reply or to see whether he took her up on the offer. She headed for the stairs and from there out to her car. She assured herself that one way or another it didn't really matter if he followed or not. She congratulated herself on feeling absolutely nothing. She'd come a long way, she decided.
LYNLEY DIDN'T PHONE DI Hannaford or Barbara Havers. He was a free agent, after all, not on loan, on duty, or on anything at all. Nonetheless, he took the mobile with him once he'd donned his socks - thankfully far drier than they'd been during breakfast - and gathered up his jacket.
He found Daidre in the car park, her Vauxhall idling. She'd gone rather pale during their conversation, but her colour had returned as she'd waited for him to join her.
He got into the car. In closer proximity to her, he could smell the scent she was wearing. It put him in mind of Helen, not the scent itself but the fact of the scent. Helen had been citrus, the Mediterranean on a sunny day. Daidre was...It seemed like the aftermath of rain, fresh air after a storm. He passed through a fleeting moment in which he missed Helen so much he thought his heart might stop. But it didn't, of course. He was left with the seat belt, which he fumbled into place.
-We're going to Redruth," Daidre told him. -Do you want to phone DI Hannaford if you've not already done so? Just to be safe? Although since I've seen your Sergeant Havers already, she'll be able to tell the authorities I was the last one to see you alive."
-I don't actually think you're a killer," he told her. -I've never thought that."
-Haven't you."
-I haven't."
She changed the car into gear. -Perhaps I can alter all that for you, then."
They began with a jerk, bumping over the uneven surface of the car park and from there out into the lane. It was a long drive, but they didn't speak. She flicked on the radio. They listened to the news, to a tedious interview with a nasally challenged and self-important novelist clearly hoping to be nominated for the Booker Prize, and to a discussion on genetically altered crops. Daidre asked him at last to sort out a CD from the glove compartment, which he did. He chose at random and they ended up with the Chieftains. He put it on and she turned up the volume.
At Redruth, she avoided the town centre. Instead, she followed the signs for Falmouth. He wasn't alarmed, but he glanced at her then. She didn't look his way. Her jaw was set, but her expression seemed resigned, the look of someone who'd come to the endgame. Unexpectedly, he felt a brief stab of regret, although put to the question, he couldn't have said what it was that he regretted.
A short distance from Redruth, she turned into a minor road and then into another, which was the sort of narrow lane that connects two or more hamlets. This last was marked for Carnkie, but rather than drive upon it, she stopped at a junction, merely a triangular bit of land where one might pull over and read a map. He expected her to do just that, as it appeared to him that they were in the middle of a nowhere characterised by an earthen hedge, partly reinforced by stone, and beyond it an expanse of open land studded occasionally with enormous boulders. In the distance, an unpainted granite farmhouse stood. Between them and it, ragwort and chickweed along with scrub grass were being seen to by sheep.
Daidre said, -Tell me about the room you were born in, Thomas."
It was, he thought, the oddest sort of question. He said, -Why d'you want to know about that?"
-I'd like to imagine it, if you don't mind. You said you were born at home, not in hospital. At