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to find her second wind, Lilian began kicking and fighting. While he tried hard to control her, she went for him like a wildcat, scoring his face with her nails and lashing out with fists and feet.

      ‘Right, young lady!’ Managing to take a firm hold, he promptly arrested her for being ‘drunk and disorderly, and causing an affray in a public place’. But still she fought. It was only the sight of Tom jumping from his taxi that calmed her. Instantly, she became passive and quiet.

      With both Dougie and Tom on the scene now, the police officer felt order returning. Inundated with protests, he conceded that, yes, she did need a doctor, and, no, he would not turn her loose. ‘She’s a menace to herself and others. But she’ll get a doctor once we’re at the station.’

      As they went across to the car, Lilian kept glancing at Tom. When she was being bundled into the car, Dougie climbed in on the other side; the police officer made no protest at that. His thinking was that, if she ran off again, he would have to run after her, and he was not as slim and quick as he used to be.

      ‘Make sure she gets a doctor,’ Tom advised Dougie. ‘I’ll see you later.’

      He took it on himself to close the door on her; it was at that moment she looked up at him. In the softest of whispers that only he heard, she told him, ‘I’m sorry, Tom. I didn’t mean to do it.’

      The door shut, and the car was soon away, Lilian looking back at him with stricken eyes.

      For a long time, Tom stood there, her words echoing in his mind. ‘I’m sorry … I didn’t mean to do it.’

      He couldn’t believe what she had implied. That day? Surely to God, it couldn’t have been Lilian. Could it?

      His instincts were to go after her, to ask her outright what she meant just now when she said she was sorry … that she ‘didn’t mean to do it’.

      Dejected and unsure, he made his way back to his hotel; even now he was reluctant to convey his suspicions to the inspector.

      Back in his hotel room, he took a small drink to steady his nerves.

      Never far from his thoughts, Kathy preyed on his mind. ‘Oh, Kathy, what am I supposed to think?’

      Just to talk to her, to know she was there, waiting for him, might settle his mind.

      With that in mind he picked up the receiver and asked the operator to put him through to the caravan site; with luck he should catch her there, he thought.

      It was Rosie who answered. ‘No, she isn’t here,’ she said. ‘She’s just popped out to one of the caravans, but I’ll tell her you called.’

      ‘Thank you, Rosie. Is she all right?’ he asked. He was bitterly disappointed, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

      ‘She’s fine,’ she lied.

      ‘Oh good,’ Tom said. ‘I’ll ring later. Tell her that, will you?’

      ‘I’ll tell her the minute she comes in, so I will,’ Rosie promised.

      Putting the phone down, she made the sign of the cross over her chest. ‘God forgive me!’ she muttered. Lying was not one of her usual traits, but she knew that, however much Kathy needed him here, she did not want him rushing back on her account.

      Later, during her break, she made her way round to Barden House, not surprised to see Jasper there. ‘Hello, Jasper. How are you doing?’

      ‘Not so bad, lass.’ He shook his head. ‘Terrible business, ain’t it?’

      Rosie nodded but made no comment. Instead she glanced at Kathy. ‘What you got there, me darling?’

      Until Jasper came to see how she was, Kathy had been looking through old photographs of her and Samantha as children. ‘I keep looking at these photographs,’ she said, showing one to Rosie.

      Rosie glanced at the tiny black-and-white photograph of the two little girls, all dressed up and sitting on a bench. Even then you could see how different they were, with Samantha neat and tidy, her hair in ribbons, and the smaller girl, hair blowing in the wind, and a huge grin on her face. ‘Sure, I could tell you anywhere,’ she said, handing back the photograph.

      Sliding them back into the envelope, Kathy told them, ‘We were close as children, and then somehow it all went wrong.’ She glanced at Jasper, who for the past half-hour had sat with her, quietly listening while she opened her heart to him. ‘And now it’s all too late.’

      She choked back a sigh. ‘I still can’t believe what’s happened. I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about it. Why Samantha?’

      ‘I’m sure I don’t know why, me darling,’ Rosie answered. ‘I think it was just a terrible accident.’

      Jasper had thought about that. Since he’d learned how Samantha was wearing Kathy’s coat that night, he couldn’t help but wonder.

       If for whatever reason it had not been a terrible accident, it could so easily have been Kathy.

      Rosie’s voice interrupted his thoughts. ‘Tom rang.’

      Kathy’s eyes lit up. ‘What did he say? How is he? Does he knew yet when he’ll be coming home?’

      Rosie replied, ‘He didn’t say anything much, except that he would call later.’

      ‘You didn’t tell him, did you, Rosie … about Samantha?’

      ‘Not a word passed my lips.’

      Kathy thanked her. ‘You’re a good friend.’ She smiled at Jasper, who winked back at her. ‘You’re both good friends.’

      Jasper was of the same mind as Rosie. ‘He would want you to tell him. You know that, don’t yer?’

      ‘Yes, but I won’t do it.’ Kathy had not changed her mind on that score. ‘Tom’s got enough to be worrying about,’ she said. ‘There’ll be time enough to tell him when he comes home.’

      Though Rosie was all for bringing him back to be with Kathy, Jasper could see her reasoning. Tom had confided in him, and he knew how hard it had been for Tom to gather the strength of mind and purpose to tear himself away and go back to what had been his own personal nightmare. Jasper believed that Kathy was right; besides, there was nothing anyone could do to change things. He and Rosie would look after Kathy, while Tom got on with his business in London.

      He got out of his chair. ‘Right, you two, who’s for a brew?’

      Ambling into the kitchen, he put the kettle on.

      In his room, pacing the floor, Tom continued thinking and wondering, his mind in a whirl.

      He went over everything that happened on that day, trying to imagine it might have been Lilian in that car, ramming and pushing them nearer and nearer to that cliff-edge.

      Somehow he still could not bring himself to believe it was her.

      Then he recalled his wife’s face as she glanced back: he had seen the recognition in her eyes, and the horror of realisation. She knew whoever it was! And yet in that split second, when she might have cried out Lilian’s name, she didn’t. Why not?

      Was it because, like him, she couldn’t believe it? Or didn’t want to?

      Was it for the same reason he had not gone after Lilian just now … reluctant to implicate her? Trying to delay the inevitable?

      Or was it because, in the goodness of her heart and with only moments before they went over that cliff-edge, she saw Lilian as the friend she had been. Did her instincts – the goodness in her – make her hold back?

      Or was she merely silenced by the shock of it all?

      These were only more questions to be added to the ones already troubling him.

      ‘There’s only one way to find out!’ He would have to go and speak with her, ask