stay there as well. Or at the Salthouse Inn. They've rooms. Not many. Nothing special. But they're adequate.
And it's closer than Casvelyn."
-Good," Hannaford said. And to Lynley, -I'll want you there at the inn, then. I'll have more questions. Sergeant Collins can drive you."
-I'll drive him," Daidre said. -I expect you'll want everyone you can get your hands on to do whatever it is you do at the scene when someone dies. I know where the Salthouse Inn is, and if they've no rooms, he'll need to be taken to Casvelyn."
-Don't trouble - " Lynley began.
-It's no trouble," Daidre said. What it was was a need to get Sergeant Collins and DI Hannaford out of her cottage, something that she could effect only if she had a reason to get out of the cottage herself.
After a pause, DI Hannaford said, -Fine," and handing over her card to Lynley, -Phone me when you're established somewhere. I'll want to know where to find you, and I'll be along directly we have matters sorted out here. It'll be some time."
-I know," he said.
-Yes. I expect you do." She nodded and left them, taking with her their clothing stuffed into bags. Sergeant Collins followed her. Police cars were blocking Daidre's access to her own Vauxhall. They would have to be moved if she was to be able to get Thomas Lynley to the Salthouse Inn.
Silence swept into the cottage with the departure of the police. Daidre could feel Thomas Lynley looking at her, but she was finished with being looked at. She went from the sitting room into the entry, saying over her shoulder, -You can't go out in your stocking feet like that. I have wellies out here."
-I doubt they'll fit," he said. -It doesn't matter. I'll take the socks off for now. Put them back on when I get to the inn."
She stopped. -That's sensible of you. I hadn't thought of it. If you're ready, then, we can go.
Unless you'd like something...? A sandwich? Soup? Brian does meals at the inn, but if you'd rather not have to eat in the dining area..." She didn't want to make the man a meal, but it seemed the proper thing to do. They were somehow bound together in this matter: partners in suspicion, perhaps. It felt that way to her, because she had secrets and he certainly seemed to have them, too.
-I expect I can have something sent up to my room," Lynley said, -providing they have rooms available tonight."
-Let's be off then," Daidre said.
They made their second drive to the Salthouse Inn more slowly as there was no rush, and they encountered two more police vehicles and an ambulance on the way. They didn't speak and when Daidre glanced over at her companion, she saw that his eyes were closed and his hands rested easily on his thighs. He looked asleep, and she didn't doubt that he was. He'd seemed exhausted. She wondered how long he'd been hiking along the coastal path.
At the Salthouse Inn, she stopped the Vauxhall in the car park, but Lynley didn't move. She touched him gently on the shoulder.
He opened his eyes and blinked slowly, as if clearing his head of a dream. He said, -Thank you.
It was kind - "
-I didn't want to leave you in the clutches of the police," she cut in. Then, -Sorry. I forget you're one of them."
-After a fashion, yes, I am."
-Well, anyway...I thought you might like a respite from them. Although from what she said...the inspector...it doesn't appear you've escaped them for long."
-No. They'll want to talk to me at length tonight. The first person on the scene is always suspect.
They'll be intent on gathering as much information as possible as quickly as possible. That's the way it's done."
They were silent then. A gust of wind - stronger than any other so far - hit the car and rocked it.
It stirred Daidre to words once more. She said, -I'll come round for you tomorrow, then." She made the declaration without thinking through all the ramifications of what it meant, what it could mean, and what it would look like. This wasn't like her, and she shook herself mentally.
But the words were out there, and she let them lie. -You'll need to get things from Casvelyn, I mean. I don't expect you want to walk round in that boiler suit for long. You'll want shoes as well. And other things. Casvelyn's the closest place to get them."
-That's good of you," Lynley told