Looking Good Dead

before they rang the bell and disturbed the kids, and opened the door. Lady came bounding out into the hallway, but he managed to calm her and stop her barking. She’d obviously recovered from the bug – or attempted poisoning.
    ‘Good evening again, Mr Bryce. We’re sorry to disturb you.’
    ‘No. Thanks. I’m glad to see you.’
    ‘This is Detective Superintendent Grace, the Senior Investigating Officer on this case,’ Branson said.
    Bryce stared briefly at the Detective Superintendent, surprised that he was so casually dressed, but then all he knew about the police was gleaned from the occasional episode of Morse or Dalziel and Pascoe or CSI , and, thinking about it, detectives on those shows were often very casually dressed, too. The man had a strong, pleasant face with laser-sharp blue eyes and a convincing air of authority.
    ‘Thank you for coming over,’ Tom Bryce said, showing them in, then leading them through to the kitchen.
    ‘No developments, Mr Bryce?’ Glenn Branson asked, pulling up a chair at the kitchen table.
    ‘One, but I think you know that already. The man on the train was the paedophile who was found murdered today. Reginald D’Eath? I recognized his face on the news.’
    Grace gave the room a quick sweep, absorbing the children’s drawings on the wall, the swanky fridge with the built-in television, the expensive-looking units, then he sat down, keeping his eyes fixed on Tom Bryce’s. ‘I was very sorry to hear about your wife, Kellie, Mr Bryce. I’d just like to ask you a few questions, to help us do all we can to assist in locating her.’
    ‘Of course.’
    Watching Tom Bryce’s eyes like a hawk, he asked, ‘Can you tell me when you bought the Audi that was found burned out?’
    The man’s eyes swung immediately to the right. ‘Yes, in March.’
    ‘From a local dealer?’
    Again the eyes went to the right, establishing his memory was on the right side of his brain. Which meant if his eyes swung left in response to a question, he would be accessing the creative side of his brain, and would be in construct mode. Lying. But at this moment he was telling the truth. ‘Yes – from Caffyns.’
    Grace pulled out his notebook. ‘I’d like to start with some chronology. Can we run through the events leading up to the time when Kellie disappeared?’
    ‘Of course. Can I offer you something to drink? Tea or coffee?’
    The SIO opted for a black coffee, and Glenn Branson for a glass of tap water. Tom switched on the kettle and began to talk through in detail the events of yesterday evening.
    When he had finished, Grace asked, ‘You and your wife didn’t have a row or anything, either before you went out or on the way home?’
    ‘Not at all,’ Tom replied, his eyes briefly darting right again. He thought back again to the drive home last night from the Angelideses. Kellie had been in a slightly strange mood, but she’d had plenty of those before and hadn’t vanished afterwards.
    ‘Can I ask a rather personal question?’ Grace said.
    ‘Go ahead.’
    ‘Do you have a good marriage? Or are there any problems in your relationship?’
    Tom Bryce shook his head. ‘We don’t have a good marriage.’ Then he said, emphatically, ‘We have a terrific marriage.’
    The kettle started boiling. Tom was starting to stand up when Grace’s next question nailed him back down to his chair. ‘Is everything all right with your finances, Mr Bryce?’
    From the look in those laser eyes, Tom could tell Grace knew something about his problems. ‘Actually they’re not great, no.’
    ‘Did you have any life insurance cover on Mrs Bryce?’
    Tom stood up angrily. ‘What the hell are you getting at?’
    ‘I’m afraid I will have to ask you some very personal questions, Mr Bryce. If you would be more comfortable having a solicitor present, or if there are any you don’t want to answer without one being present, that is your right.’
    As the kettle switched itself off, Tom sat back down. ‘I don’t need anyone present.’
    ‘OK, thank you,’ Roy Grace said. ‘So can you tell me if you have any life insurance cover on Mrs Bryce?’
    The man’s eyes darted again to the right. ‘No. I had some on both of us – for the children’s sake – but I had to cancel it a few months ago because of the cost.’ He stood up and went to make the coffee, and run Branson a glass of water. Grace waited until he had sat back down, and he could see his face clearly once more.
    ‘Have you noticed