middle of the road, waving her arms like ground crew showing a jumbo where to taxi. No way could the car get past without running her over.
Jo braked.
Gemma came to the side and jerked open the door. ‘All right, I’ve reconsidered. Give me a lift and I’ll take my vows. Promise.’
Jo gave a rasping sigh. At this minute the humour didn’t appeal.
Gemma got in and they drove on. But they hadn’t gone thirty yards when she said, ‘Bloody hell. Stop the car.’
‘For Christ’s sake.’ Jo glanced in the mirror, fully expecting to see Francisco outside his house again. He was not. ‘What’s up now?’
‘In the water.’ Something was definitely amiss. There was urgency, if not panic, in the voice.
Jo braked and turned her head to see. Not a duck was swimming there. The only thing worthy of comment was what she took to be a clump of seaweed close to the surface, its reddish-brown tentacles shifting gently with the water’s slight movement.
‘I’ve got to check.’ Gemma flung open the door and ran to the edge.
‘Check what?’ Jo switched off the engine and joined her.
From the bank she saw what had shocked Gemma. They weren’t looking at seaweed. The tentacles were fronds of reddish hair. Just visible at a lower level in the murky water was the rest of the corpse, face-down and dressed in a black top and jeans.
seven
‘ IS THAT FIONA? ’ Jo asked, thinking as she spoke that it was not the brightest question considering that the body was face-down. But when your legs are shaking and your last meal wants to make a comeback, you’re not best placed to offer an intelligent remark.
‘She’s got red hair,’ Gemma said.
‘I can see that.’
‘I mean Fiona’s a redhead.’
‘That does narrow it down.’
‘This is where she lives and she hasn’t been seen for nearly a week.’
‘Not much doubt, then. Dreadful.’
‘Gets me right here—in the gizzard.’
Jo happened to know that a gizzard isn’t part of the human anatomy, but she let it pass. In her unique fashion Gemma was paying respect. She let a few seconds go by before raising the next obvious question. ‘What happened, do you think?’
‘Accident?’
‘Must have been.’ She was quick in her response, too quick to carry conviction. Faced with a shock like this the normal impulse is to look for the least upsetting explanation.
Gemma said in support, ‘It’s a risk she took, living so close to the water.’
‘I guess.’
Neither of them spoke while they continued to gaze down at the figure submerged in front of them. Both must have sensed that there was more to this than Fiona’s choice of where to live.
When Gemma broke the silence she was clearly making a bigger effort to convince herself. ‘I feel sure it was an accident.’ Nodding as if someone else had spoken and she agreed, she put her imagination to work again. ‘She could have had a few too many, stepped outside for some fresh air and fallen in. Or she may have come home in the dark and missed her footing. Hit her head and knocked herself out. So easy to see how it could happen.’
Jo said nothing.
‘I feel such a cow,’ Gemma added. ‘All the mean things I’ve been saying about her. Jo, what are we going to do?’
This was the moment to make one thing clear. ‘Not so much of the “we.”’
‘What?’
‘I’m staying out of this.’
Gemma turned to look at her. ‘How do you mean?’
‘I found one body already. That’s enough to be going on with.’
‘But if I report it, what are they going to think?’ Gemma said in a panicky voice. ‘Suppose they get the idea someone pushed her in? I’ve got a clear motive. She’s known to me. She was a threat to my job.’
‘That’s a fact.’
As if she’d won the point, Gemma said, ‘But you haven’t even met her. You can call the police and they’ll accept it for what it is, a chance discovery.’
Jo wasn’t swallowing that. ‘What—and tell them I was here all the time when they checked
Jo braked.
Gemma came to the side and jerked open the door. ‘All right, I’ve reconsidered. Give me a lift and I’ll take my vows. Promise.’
Jo gave a rasping sigh. At this minute the humour didn’t appeal.
Gemma got in and they drove on. But they hadn’t gone thirty yards when she said, ‘Bloody hell. Stop the car.’
‘For Christ’s sake.’ Jo glanced in the mirror, fully expecting to see Francisco outside his house again. He was not. ‘What’s up now?’
‘In the water.’ Something was definitely amiss. There was urgency, if not panic, in the voice.
Jo braked and turned her head to see. Not a duck was swimming there. The only thing worthy of comment was what she took to be a clump of seaweed close to the surface, its reddish-brown tentacles shifting gently with the water’s slight movement.
‘I’ve got to check.’ Gemma flung open the door and ran to the edge.
‘Check what?’ Jo switched off the engine and joined her.
From the bank she saw what had shocked Gemma. They weren’t looking at seaweed. The tentacles were fronds of reddish hair. Just visible at a lower level in the murky water was the rest of the corpse, face-down and dressed in a black top and jeans.
seven
‘ IS THAT FIONA? ’ Jo asked, thinking as she spoke that it was not the brightest question considering that the body was face-down. But when your legs are shaking and your last meal wants to make a comeback, you’re not best placed to offer an intelligent remark.
‘She’s got red hair,’ Gemma said.
‘I can see that.’
‘I mean Fiona’s a redhead.’
‘That does narrow it down.’
‘This is where she lives and she hasn’t been seen for nearly a week.’
‘Not much doubt, then. Dreadful.’
‘Gets me right here—in the gizzard.’
Jo happened to know that a gizzard isn’t part of the human anatomy, but she let it pass. In her unique fashion Gemma was paying respect. She let a few seconds go by before raising the next obvious question. ‘What happened, do you think?’
‘Accident?’
‘Must have been.’ She was quick in her response, too quick to carry conviction. Faced with a shock like this the normal impulse is to look for the least upsetting explanation.
Gemma said in support, ‘It’s a risk she took, living so close to the water.’
‘I guess.’
Neither of them spoke while they continued to gaze down at the figure submerged in front of them. Both must have sensed that there was more to this than Fiona’s choice of where to live.
When Gemma broke the silence she was clearly making a bigger effort to convince herself. ‘I feel sure it was an accident.’ Nodding as if someone else had spoken and she agreed, she put her imagination to work again. ‘She could have had a few too many, stepped outside for some fresh air and fallen in. Or she may have come home in the dark and missed her footing. Hit her head and knocked herself out. So easy to see how it could happen.’
Jo said nothing.
‘I feel such a cow,’ Gemma added. ‘All the mean things I’ve been saying about her. Jo, what are we going to do?’
This was the moment to make one thing clear. ‘Not so much of the “we.”’
‘What?’
‘I’m staying out of this.’
Gemma turned to look at her. ‘How do you mean?’
‘I found one body already. That’s enough to be going on with.’
‘But if I report it, what are they going to think?’ Gemma said in a panicky voice. ‘Suppose they get the idea someone pushed her in? I’ve got a clear motive. She’s known to me. She was a threat to my job.’
‘That’s a fact.’
As if she’d won the point, Gemma said, ‘But you haven’t even met her. You can call the police and they’ll accept it for what it is, a chance discovery.’
Jo wasn’t swallowing that. ‘What—and tell them I was here all the time when they checked
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