âAnd that'll be an end to the drug trade in Dimmock, will it? There'll be no more prostitutes â no more whisky shipments taking a wrong turn?'
He frowned, unsure where she was going with this. âSomeone will take up the slack. But it won't be Terry. He won't be as clever as Terry. It won't take me ten years to bring him down.'
âBut that won't be the end of anything either, will it?' said Brodie. An ember was burning in the depths of her eyes. âYou're running up a down escalator â it takes everything you have just to stay level. You're not pulling the plug on anything, you're just stirring it round a bit.
âI thought, maybe that was what you had in mind. That you could save someone else's child â from drugs, from prostitution. That you threw away Jonathan's last chance so you could save other people's children. But you can't. You don't even think you can. All you can do is knock the cock off the top of the midden and wait for the next one to climb up. And for that you said no to something that might have saved our son's life.'
Try as he might, he couldn't avoid the killer words, the inescapable bottom line. âI had to. I hadn't the right to do anything else. My pay cheque doesn't just buy my expertise, it buys my loyalty. It has to. It's the only way the system can work.'
Brodie had a bottom line too. It was this. âYou put your obligation to the job ahead of your duty to your own son.'
Deacon thought about that, but he couldn't really argue. âPretty much.'
They went on regarding one another, with a bizarre degree of calm as if the matter was way too serious for shouting. The moment Brodie told him to, Deacon would leave. But if there was more she wanted to say, more vitriol she wanted to throw, the least he owed her was to take it.
She still didn't start shouting. Without disturbing the sleeping baby she picked up a Manila envelope that was lying on the coffee table and passed it to Deacon. âOpen it.'
What was inside was heavier than a letter. When he lifted the flap and tilted the envelope, it slid out onto his palm.
He found himself looking into the eye of the universe. He had no idea what it meant, that it had been sealed in an envelope on Brodie's coffee table, but he knew immediately what it was. Not a copy, not a substitute, not a lookalike â it was Jane Moss's necklace. He didn't have to be a jeweller â he didn't even have to be much of a detective â to recognise that twelve-pointed golden star at the heart of a stone the colour of ink in champagne. Improbable as its presence here was, he knew the chances of it being anything else were even slimmer. âHowâ¦?'
âCaroline Walsh was here. Now hiding it isn't going to achieve much, she wanted Jane to have it back.'
He couldn't stop the detective in him asking, âHow did she know where to find it?'
Brodie managed a thin smile. âShe said Terry whispered to her as he kissed her goodbye. You don't have to believe that, but you may find it hard to disprove.'
Deacon's eyes rolled to the ceiling. âHe did it again, didn't he? Daniel. Against all the odds, and not even the way he intended, he got Jane's necklace back for her. I can never decide, is it luck? Is he smarter than he looks? Or does he have one of those special angels that look after fools andâ¦?' He heard what was coming and managed to get it stopped. But the horror showed in his eyes.
Brodie finished the saying for him. âFools and children. It's all right, Jack. Maybe there are such angels. Hester Dale believes there are. And today I think so too.'
She leant forward carefully. There was also a magazine on the coffee table: underneath it was another envelope. She didn't pass it to him. âDo you want to know what's in this one?'
Deacon nodded mutely.
âA letter of authorisation for an executive jet to take us from North Menner airstrip direct to Uppsala, and a booking in my name for an apartment near the clinic. The taxi'll be here in half an hour. I will kill you if you try to stop me.' It wasn't a figure of speech. She meant it.
âCaroline?'
Brodie nodded. âShe apologised for trying to blackmail you. She said she was desperate. Once Sophie had been charged, she saw no point in withholding something that might help us and would be no use to anyone else.'
Struggling to make sense of it, Deacon muttered, âI suppose it'll look good in courtâ¦'
âI suppose it will,' agreed Brodie, expressionless.
And actually, Deacon was too honest a man to leave it at that. âBut that's not really why she did it, is it?'
âI don't think so, no.'
âTerry said, if there was any way he could help he wanted to. He found a way. If I hadn't gone to see him, he'd have come to see me. Or you. This wasn't organised overnight, because he thought I was on his heels. He did it because he could, and he hoped it might do some good.'
âYes,' said Brodie.
Deacon was still thinking. âCancel the taxi.'
âYou're taking us to the airstrip?' She was making sure. He could still have tried to stop her.
âYes,' he said. âAnd then I'm coming to Sweden with you.'
âWon't that look bad?'
âYes. But not nearly bad enough to stop me doing it,' said Deacon grimly.
There followed a series of hurried phone calls, knocks on doors and surprised expressions.
Deacon called DS Voss from somewhere over the North Sea. Actually, Voss wasn't all that surprised, mainly because he knew his boss pretty well by now. As soon as he could get away he went round to the netting shed.
Daniel was not so much surprised as dumbfounded by the story he had to tell. Behind the thick glasses his eyes widened and widened; at one point Voss had to remind him to blink. It wasn't just that the necklace had turned up. It wasn't just
how
the necklace had turned up. It wasn't even that Brodie and Deacon were now en route for Sweden and a possible treatment for their son's illness thanks to a notorious criminal. It was that none of these things would have happened but for his own clumsy attempts to do a job he had no talent for and didn't really like. It was almost enough to make you believe inâ¦
Oh God. He'd made a promise. If Jonathan lived he was going to have to find a way of keeping it. It would be worth it, but the mere thought made him feel sick with trepidation.
âAnd the chief wondered,' said Voss, âif you'd like to tell Jane Moss and Margaret Carson that the necklace will be evidence for a while, but after that Jane will get it back.'
Daniel was white. He looked as if a draught from an open window would blow him over. âYou're sure it's the same one?'
âOf course it's the same one. How could it be anything else? You think Terry Walsh keeps a stock of fake jewels in biscuit boxes under his roses?'
âThat's where it was?'
âCaroline dug it up. After it became obvious it wasn't going to buy her anything she wanted.'
âAnd they sent Jonathanâ¦?'
âTo Sweden,' nodded Voss. âOn the company plane. So no drive to Gatwick, no waiting at check-in, no waiting for baggage â a much easier journey for all of them.'
âI don't understand,' Daniel said weakly.
Voss made a grimace that was the facial equivalent of a shrug. âThat thing between Terry and the chief â it's a complicated relationship. I think, in spite of everything, they're more friends than they're anything else. It didn't affect how either of them did their job. But when Terry was able to help the chief's kid, he wanted to. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?'
For once, a sense of urgency made Daniel feel he couldn't walk fast enough. He phoned to check that she was in, then had Voss drive him to Margaret Carson's house. He wanted to tell Jane first. But Mrs Carson had paid good money for his services, and he owed her the news first.
She greeted him warily, unsure what had brought him
back when, to the best of her knowledge, the business between them had ended in recrimination.
âCan I come in?' asked Daniel.
She didn't move out of the doorway. âIf you think I'm going to change my mind and sit down with Miss Mossâ¦'
âThat's not what I want to talk about. There have been developments.'
Reluctantly, she took him through to the living room. He waited until she was sitting down, then told her what had happened to the star sapphire after it was stolen. How it passed from hand to hand so quickly that by the time it was being offered for sale under the multi-coloured lights of Scarlett's two nights later it had almost earned a kind of legitimacy. How a twenty-year-old girl bought it as a last-minute birthday present for her mother.
When Mrs Carson could find a voice she asked, âWhat will happen to her?'
âShe'll be prosecuted. She'd no idea how it was acquired, but she must have realised it was shady. That makes it handling stolen goods.'
Margaret Carson was still trying to take it in. âAnd all this timeâ¦?'
âIt's been in a biscuit tin under a rose bush in somebody's back garden,' said Daniel.
âAnd will it be returned?'
âOh yes. Jane Moss is still the lawful owner. It was given to her by someone who had the right to give it, and taken by someone who hadn't. It's hers. Once the police have finished with it, they'll give it back.'
Margaret shook her head in wonder. Then a thought occurred to her. âDo I owe you some money?'
âNot for this,' said Daniel quickly. âMrs Farrell will bill you for the time I was working for her on your commission. But all this happened after she sacked me â I don't see how you can be charged for that.'
The woman gave a gusty chuckle. âSo I got exactly what I wanted, all that I asked of you, and I never even had to buy the thing. I can't help feeling I've short-changed someone.'
âNo, you haven't,' Daniel said firmly. âI'm just glad it all worked out. I hope' â he glanced at her shyly â âyou'll be able to put this behind you now. What happened wasn't your fault. But the fact that it's been resolved is down to you. To your determination to make amends for what Bobby did. Jane will recognise that. It was the only thing anyone could do for her that would have made things a little better, and you did it.'
â
You
did it,' Margaret corrected him. âIf I hadn't come to you that necklace would never have turned up. I won't forget that, Daniel. Whatever peace of mind I can enjoy now, I owe it to you. It makes you wonder, doesn't it?'
Voss had said that too. Daniel hadn't known what he meant. âWhat does?'
âIf there isn't some kind of a hand at work.'
Daniel bit his lip. âI think we just got lucky.'
âI know I did.'
Another phone call, then Daniel did what he never did â he called a taxi. He couldn't wait to share the news
with Jane. His only regret was that he couldn't take her the necklace as well.
She was waiting for him in the open door of the house in River Drive. Her eyebrows climbed as the taxi drew up. âWon the lottery?' she enquired tartly.
âIn a way.' And he would say no more until they were inside.
He told her everything â more than he'd told Mrs Carson. He told her where Brodie and Deacon had gone, and why. He told her about Terry Walsh, and the long-standing game of cat and mouse he'd played with Deacon, and how it had finally ended. He told her how a moment of poor judgement by a tipsy girl in a disco was going to bring down a criminal empire. And how, in spite of that, the Walshes had wanted to do two things before the sky fell on them. One was to help Deacon's son. The other was to return Jane's necklace.
When she managed to find a voice Jane asked, âHave you got it?'
Daniel shook his head. âThe police need to keep it for now. But Charlie Voss has seen it. It's fine. You'll get it back after the court case.'
âGood God.' She blew her cheeks out, stunned by the development. âI never thought I'd see it again. I was resigned to it â you know that. I was going to have the copy made, and never wear it but take it out and look at it sometimes to remind myself how much Tom loved me. To get the real thing back â the actual stone that his father chose, that Imogen wore as long as he was alive and then kept for her son to give to someone
he
lovedâ¦' She ran
out of words. Her eyes were bright with tears. She'd cried over Tom but never for her own predicament. She was crying now.
After a moment's hesitation Daniel leant forward and took her hand. He half expected her to shake him off, but instead she smiled through the tears. âI owe this to you, don't I?'
He was awkward with embarrassment. âMaybe a little bit. And to Margaret Carson. And to the Walshes. Anyone else who'd acquired it by the back door would have dumped it as soon as they realised what it was. But the Walshes are used to living dangerously. They didn't panic and throw it in a river â they put it where it would be safe until they went back for it. They always hoped some day to be able to return it.
âNot like this, obviously â more in an anonymous packet posted in Venezuela. But they didn't want to destroy something that Tom died for. Maybe that was sentimental. It certainly wasn't very professional â they'd have been safer with it gone. They must have thought the risk of keeping it was minimal, and if they were able to send it back one day it would make them feel better.'
âI can see all that,' nodded Jane slowly. âI realise that when I get it back it'll be thanks to the goodwill of a number of people, including several you wouldn't expect it from. But none of it would have happened but for you. If you hadn't taken Margaret Carson's commission, she wouldn't have tried the next name on her list. There
is
no list. Round here at least, no one else does what you do â did,' she amended tactlessly. âIf you'd sent her away she'd
have given up. She'd have had to. Maybe she'd have made a donation to charity instead, but I wouldn't have got my necklace back.
âAnd if you'd given up when the search looked like costing more than the thing was worth â the way the police did, the way I think Mrs Farrell would have done â I wouldn't have got it back. If you'd given up when Walsh wanted you to I'd have lost it. Also if you'd buggered off when I told you to, or when Margaret Carson told you to, or when even the least bit of common sense would have told you to.' An impish smile, only slightly twisted by her scars, robbed the words of any sting.
âA real pro wouldn't have got it back for me. A real amateur
couldn't
have got it back for me. The only reason I'm getting it back is that Margaret Carson went to someone naive enough to join her crusade, stubborn enough to pursue it, and stupid enough to ask questions of the kind of people who think it's a friendly answer if you can get yourself to the hospital afterwards.'
âOh,' said Daniel uncertainly. It might have been a compliment. âErâ¦thanksâ¦'
Jane chuckled at his expression. âYou look like you're still half expecting me to throw you out.'
âYou've done it before.'
âI didn't know you then.'
âNo. Most people,' he admitted honestly, âfeel the urge to throw me out more keenly when they've known me a while.'
âReally?' Her eyes were innocent. âI can't imagine why.'
Daniel shook his yellow head, amused and puzzled in
equal proportions. âThis isn't what I expected.'
âWhat isn't?'
âYou. Thisâ¦' He couldn't find a label for it. âI thought you hated me. Now I feel like we've been friends for ages. Or am I fooling myself?'
âDaniel,' she said softly, and the tears had cleared from her eyes leaving something new, âdon't rush it.'
He was genuinely confused. âDon't rush what?'
âI'm twenty-four years old,' she said, picking her words carefully. âWheelchair or no wheelchair, I'm not going to be a nun for the rest of my life. I loved Tom with all my soul. I was ready to marry him. But that's no longer an option. A time will come when I'll want to be in another relationship. It's not here yet. But â I don't know â maybe, if you've nothing better to do, you might want to hang aroundâ¦?'
She'd succeeded in astonishing him. It was the last thing he'd expected her to say. It was not, however, the last thing he wanted her to say.
He almost blew it. He did what he always did: searched for the right words. He spent so long searching that she thought he was looking for a way out. A dark flush spread up her cheeks. âOf course, if the wheelchair
is
a problemâ¦'
His eyes flew wide, appalled that he'd let her think that. âThe wheelchair isn't a problem, Jane. An iron lung wouldn't be a problem. It's just⦠I thought I was entertaining a little fantasy. I was afraid that, once the business between us was finished, I'd never see you again. I didn't want that to happen but I didn't know what to do about it.'
She was on her way to forgiving him. There was still a bead of censure in her eye. âDanielâ¦sometimes you just have to go for it. There's always a risk of rejection. But it's not as sad as wishing you'd had the courage to try.'
Daniel was nodding slowly. âCourage was never my strong suit.' He thought it was true. âI'm also a bit lacking in practice.'
âYou and Mrs Farrellâ¦?'
âWe've been close friends for four years. I wanted more, she didn't.'
âBut you stuck around. Ever hopeful?'
âNot really. That
was
a fantasy. I always knew it. I stuck around because my life was richer for having her in it. It wasn't enough, but it was a lot better than nothing. And thenâ¦' His brow furrowed. âI don't know what went wrong. Of course, she's been worried sick about the baby. I didn't mind her taking that out on me. But all the time she seemed to be pushing me away. Maybe she just got tired of me.' He managed a wry little smile. âI told you â people tend to when they've known me for a while.'