Dead Simple

you put everything back as it was?’
    Mark hesitated, then lied, not wanting to admit he’d fled in panic. ‘Yes.’
    ‘So either we have to wait,’ she said. ‘Or you go find him – and deal with him.’
    ‘Deal with him?’
    Her look said it all.
    ‘I’m not a killer, Ashley. I might be a lot of things—’
    ‘You might not have a choice, Mark. Think about it.’
    ‘He won’t be able to nail anything on me. Nothing that he can stick.’ He fell silent, thinking. ‘Can I wait here?’
    She stood up and walked over to him, placed her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged his back. Then she kissed his neck. ‘I would love you to stay,’ she whispered. ‘But it would be madness. How do you think it would look if Michael turned up? Or the police?’
    Mark turned his head and tried to kiss her on the lips. She allowed him one quick peck then pulled away. ‘Go,’ she said. ‘Vamoosh! Find Michael, before he finds you.’
    ‘I can’t do that, Ashley.’
    ‘You can. You already did it on Thursday night. It might not have worked, but you proved you can do it. So go do it.’
    He padded dejectedly across the floor to get his boots, and Ashley brought over his sodden, muddy anorak. ‘We need to be careful what we say over the phone – the police are getting nosy. We should start assuming the phones are tapped,’ she said. ‘OK?’
    ‘Good thinking.’
    ‘Talk to you in the morning.’
    Mark opened the door warily, as if expecting to find Michael there with a gun or a knife in his hand. But there was just the glow of the streetlamps, the dull shine of silent cars and the still of the urban night punctuated only by the distant screech of two fighting cats.

57
    Every couple of months, Roy Grace took his eight-year-old goddaughter, Jaye Somers, out for a Sunday treat. Her parents, Michael and Victoria, both police officers, had been some of his and Sandy’s closest friends, and they had been hugely supportive in the difficult years following her disappearance. With their four children, aged two to eleven, they had become almost a second family to him.
    Today he’d had to disappoint Jaye by explaining when he collected her that he could only spare a couple of hours, as he had to go back to work to try to help someone who was in trouble.
    He never told Jaye in advance what the treat would be, so she always enjoyed the guessing game for the first few minutes of their car journey.
    ‘I think we are going to see animals today!’ Jaye said.
    ‘Do you?’
    ‘Yes.’
    She was a pretty child, with long silvery blonde hair, a cherubic, happy face and an infectious laugh. Today she was smartly dressed, as usual, in a green frock with white lace trim and a tiny pair of pink trainers on her feet. Sometimes her expressions, and the things she said, could seem incredibly grown-up. There were moments when Grace felt he was out with a miniature adult, not a child.
    ‘So what makes you think that?’
    ‘Umm, let me see.’ Jaye leaned forward and twiddled the dials on Grace’s car radio, selected the CD and punched a number. The first track of a Blue album began to play. ‘Do you like Blue?’
    ‘Uh huh.’
    ‘I like the Scissor Sisters.’
    ‘Do you?’
    ‘They’re cool. Do you know them?’
    Grace remembered that Glenn Branson was into them. ‘Of course.’
    ‘We’re definitely going to see animals.’
    ‘What sort of animals do you think we’re going to see?’
    She turned the music up, swaying her arms to the beat. ‘Giraffes.’
    ‘You want to see giraffes?’
    ‘Giraffes don’t dream much,’ she informed him.
    ‘Don’t they? You talk to giraffes about their dreams?’
    ‘We have a project in school about animals dreaming. Dogs dream a lot. So do cats.’
    ‘But not giraffes?’
    ‘No.’
    He grinned. ‘OK, so how do you know that?’
    ‘I just do.’
    ‘How about llamas?’
    She shrugged.
    It was a fine late-spring morning, the sun bright and warm and dazzling through the windscreen, and Grace pulled his sunglasses out of the glove compartment. There was a hint, today at any rate, that the long spell of bad weather might be over. And Jaye was a sunny person, he enjoyed her company a lot. He normally forgot his troubles during the few precious hours he was with her.
    ‘So what else have you been up to at school?’
    ‘Stuff.’
    ‘What kind of stuff?’
    ‘School’s boring at the moment.’
    Grace drove extra carefully with Jaye on board, slowly heading out of Brighton