the other, walked across and gave Emma a half smile. She wondered how quickly that smile would disappear when he discovered why she wanted to see him.
'How can I help you, ma'am?' he asked.
'My name is Emma Barrington,' she said, exaggerating her English accent, 'and I need to seek your advice on a private matter.'
'Then let's go to my office, Miss Barrington,' Kolowski said, and began to walk down a corridor until he came to a door which he kicked open with the heel of his shoe. 'Have a seat,' he said pointing to the only other chair in the room. 'Can I get you a coffee?' he asked as Emma sat down.
'No, thank you.'
'A wise decision, ma'am,' he said as he placed his mug on the table, lit his cigarette and sat down. 'So, how can I help?'
'I understand that you were one of the detectives who arrested my fiance.'
'What's his name?
'Thomas Bradshaw.'
She was right. The look, the voice, the demeanour, everything about him changed. 'Yes, I was. And I can tell you, ma'am, it was an open and shut case until Sefton Jelks became involved.'
'But the case never came to trial,' Emma reminded him.
'Only because Bradshaw had Jelks as his lawyer. If that guy had defended Pontius Pilate, he would have convinced the jury that he was simply assisting a young carpenter who wanted to buy some nails for a cross he was working on.'
'Are you suggesting that Jelks - '
'No,' said Kolowski sarcastically before Emma could finish her sentence. 'I always thought it was a coincidence that the DA was coming up for re-election that year, and some of Jelks's clients were among his biggest campaign contributors. Anyway,' he continued after exhaling a long cloud of smoke, 'Bradshaw ended up getting six years for desertion, when the precinct's sweepstakes had him down for eighteen months - two years tops.'
'What are you suggesting?' asked Emma.
'That the judge accepted Bradshaw was guilty - ' Kolowski paused and blew out another cloud of smoke before adding - 'of murder.'
'I agree with you and the judge,' said Emma. 'Tom Bradshaw probably was guilty of murder.' Kolowski looked surprised. 'But did the man you arrested ever tell you that you'd made a mistake, and that he wasn't Tom Bradshaw, but Harry Clifton?'
The detective gave Emma a closer look, and thought for a moment. 'He did say something like that early on, but Jelks must have told him that it wouldn't fly, because he never mentioned it again.'
'Would you be interested, Mr Kolowski, if I was able to prove that it would fly?'
'No, ma'am,' said Kolowski firmly. 'That case was closed a long time ago. Your fiance is doin' six years for a crime he pleaded guilty to, and I've got too much work on my desk - ' he placed a hand on a stack of files - 'to be reopening old wounds. Now, unless you got anything else I can help you with . . .'
'Will they allow me to visit Tom at Lavenham?'
'I can't see why not,' said Kolowski. 'Write to the warden. He'll send you a visiting order. After you've filled it in and sent it back, they'll give you a date. It shouldn't take more than six to eight weeks.'
'But I haven't got six weeks,' protested Emma. 'I need to return to England in a couple of weeks' time. Isn't there anything I can do to speed up the process?'
'That's only possible on compassionate grounds,' said the detective, 'and that's limited to wives and parents.'
'What about the mother of the prisoner's child?' countered Emma.
'In New York, ma'am, that gives you the same rights as a wife, as long as you can prove it.'
Emma produced two photos from her handbag, one of Sebastian and one of Harry standing on the deck of the Kansas Star.
'That's good enough for me,' said Kolowski handing back the picture of Harry without commenting. 'If you promise to leave me in peace I'll speak to the warden and see if anything can be done.'
'Thank you,' said Emma.
'How do I reach you?'
'I'm staying at the Mayflower Hotel.'
'I'll be in touch,' said Kolowski, making a note. 'But I don't want you to be in any doubt, ma'am, that Tom Bradshaw killed his brother. I'm sure of it.'
'And I don't want you to be in any doubt, officer, that the man locked up in Lavenham is not Tom Bradshaw. I'm sure of that.' Emma placed the photographs back