The Glass Room (Vera Stanhope 5)

ambiguous. She might be a partner in the company, but on these occasions she was not quite gentry and not quite below-stairs staff. Like a Victorian lady’s companion, Nina thought. Or a governess. And that made her strangely invisible.
    ‘That’s ridiculous,’ Nina said. ‘Sergeant Ashworth is a professional and I’m a suspect. As I suppose we all are.’ She summoned the energy to lift herself out of her chair. ‘And in any event the police have given me no more information about the identity of the killer than they’ve given the rest of you.’
    The women stood for a moment, looking at each other. ‘This is a difficult time,’ Miranda said. ‘It’s the police’s role to pry, and we all have secrets. We’ve all done things of which we’re ashamed.’
    It was such an odd thing to say that for a moment Nina couldn’t move. Then without a word she opened the door and went out into the cold. Crossing the yard, she wondered what Miranda could have meant. Were her words a confession? Had she hoped Nina would make a sympathetic response, so that she could unburden herself further? Or were they a threat?

Chapter Eighteen
    Walking into the house from the yard, Nina almost bumped into a strange woman. She recognized her at once as a possible ally in the Writers’ House, at least as different from Miranda as it was possible to be. The newcomer could have belonged to Nina’s gym; she was smart, confident, and gave the impression that she’d be at home in the city. The woman looked at Nina, took in the style of the clothes and the quality of the haircut, and seemed to have the same response. The same recognition of a kindred spirit. She smiled.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Nina said. ‘It’s freezing outside and I just wanted to get indoors. I should have looked where I was going.’
    ‘No problem.’ The woman held out her hand. ‘DC Holly Clarke.’
    ‘Ah,’ Nina said. ‘Part of Inspector Stanhope’s team.’
    ‘And you must be Nina Backworth.’
    ‘Oh dear.’ Nina pulled a face. ‘It’s a bit worrying that you recognized me so easily. How did they describe me? Uppity academic. Wears black. Red lipstick.’
    ‘I’m not sure,’ Holly said, ‘that the inspector notices lipstick.’
    They both grinned.
    ‘Can I help you?’ Nina was suddenly anxious. Had they sent this pleasant young woman to arrest her? Had the results from the lab on her sleeping pills come back already?
    Holly shook her head. ‘I’ve been taking more witness statements. Routine. You know how it is. The youngest member of the team . . .’
    ‘. . . and a woman! I know, it’s just the same in the university. Everyone thinks things have changed, but sexism lives on.’ Here, Nina was on safe and familiar territory. ‘You’ve got a female boss, though. I’d have hoped that might make things a bit different.’
    ‘It doesn’t always work like that, does it?’ Holly said. ‘A woman climbs to the top, then hauls the ladder up behind her. She doesn’t want the competition.’ She paused and gave a sly, conspiratorial smile. ‘Not that I’m saying Inspector Stanhope would operate in that way.’
    ‘Of course not!’ Nina said in mock horror. They stood for a moment in comfortable silence, then she added, ‘Are you finished for the day? On your way home?’
    ‘I’m not sure. I’ve done all the interviews, but I wondered if I might stay here for a while. Stanhope’s a great one for picking up the atmosphere. She says that listening is the best skill a detective can have.’
    ‘So you hope to earn a few brownie points?’
    ‘Yes,’ Holly said. ‘Something like that.’
    ‘Why don’t you stop for dinner?’ Nina thought the evening ahead would be less daunting with a sympathetic companion. She imagined the amusing whispered comments they might pass between them after the less-inspired readings. And it would be reassuring to have a friend on the inquiry team. Someone who might put Nina’s case to Inspector Stanhope. ‘There’s probably even a spare room here, if you can’t face a long drive at the end of it. We can ask Alex. He’ll be in the kitchen preparing the meal. He’s in charge of most of the domestic arrangements.’ Nina didn’t want to go back to the cottage to ask Miranda. ‘Unless there’s something you need to get back for?’
    ‘Nothing and nobody.’ Holly grinned. ‘And that way, at least I’ll be able to have a couple of glasses of wine!’
    The last comment made Nina even more relaxed.