was taken care of. You said . . .
Rachel, haven't you arranged . . . ? Got me the information . . . ?"
"I've got the flat, is what I've done," Rachel said joyfully. "I just signed the papers. I wanted you to be the first to know because of what's happened to Mrs. Shaw. She's going to need someone to take care of her, see. Constant care is what they're saying. And you know Theo:
He'll prob'ly dedicate himself to her till she's all recovered. Which means he won't be taking you away. He could do that, of course, but I sort of don't think he will, do you?
She's his gran and she's raised him, right? And he'll see his first duty to her. So I got the flat so you have a place for you and the baby till Theo's got himself all clear on what his second duty is. Which is you.
The two of you, that is."
Sahlah closed her eyes as if the sun were suddenly too bright. At the end of the lane, Akram's BMW came rumbling towards them. Rachel considered whether she ought to announce her purchase of the flat to Sahlah's dad. But she rejected that plan in favour of letting her friend find the right time to break the news. She said,
"You'll have to hold out a month or six weeks till everything goes through, Sahlah: the building society, the loan, you know. But we c'n use the time to look at furniture and buy our linens and stuff like that. Theo c'n go with us if he wants.
That way, the two of you c'n choose things that you c'n use later, when you're with him instead of with me. See how it'll all work out?"
Sahlah nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I do see."
Rachel was delighted. "Good. Oh good. So when d'you want to start looking? There's some decent shops in Clacton, but I expect we might do better for ourselves if we went to Colchester.
What d'you think?"
"Whatever's best," Sahlah said. Her voice was still low and her eyes were on her approaching father. "You decide, Rachel. I'll leave it to you."
"You're seeing it my way now, and you won't regret it," Rachel said confidently. She put her head nearer Sahlah's as Akram braked the car a few feet away and waited for his daughter to join him. "You c'n tell Theo when you see him, now.
The pressure's off everyone. So everyone can do what's completely right."
Sahlah took a step towards the car. Rachel stopped her with a final remark. "Ring me when you're ready to start looking, okay? For furniture and linens and dishes and things.
You'll want to break the news to everyone, and I know that's likely to take a bit of time.
But when you're ready, we'll start our shopping. For the three of us.
Okay, Sahlah?"
Her friend finally looked away from her father, meeting Rachel's gaze with eyes that seemed somehow unfocused, as if her mind were a million miles away. Which, of course, it would be, Rachel realised. There were so many plans to make.
"Ring me?" Rachel repeated.
"Whatever's best," Sahlah replied.
"I knew it'd look like an accident to everyone if I didn't do something to change the picture,"
Hegarty continued.
"So you moved the body into the pillbox and you vandalised his car. That way, the police would know it was a murder," Barbara concluded for him.
"I couldn't think of anything else," he said frankly. "And I couldn't come forward.
Gerry'd know then. And I'd've been cooked. It's not like I don't love Gerry, see. It's just that sometimes the thought of having one bloke for the rest of my life . . . Shit, it feels like a prison sentence, if you know what I mean."
"And how d'you know that Gerry isn't already in the picture?" Barbara asked. Theo Shaw aside, here was yet another English suspect. She avoided Emily Barlow's eyes.
"What d'you . . . ?" Hegarty suddenly saw where the question was heading. He said quickly,
"No. It wasn't Ger on the clifftop. No way. He doesn't know about me and Hayth. He suspects, but he doesn't know. And if he did, he wouldn't've offed Hayth. He would've just sent me packing."
Emily pushed past this diversion. "Was the figure you saw on the clifftop a man or a woman?"
He couldn't tell, he said. It was dark, and the distance from the pillbox to the clifftop was too great. So as to age, as to sex, as to race or identity . . .