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‘No,’ she says. ‘I didn’t.’
‘Ha! Your face says otherwise. Where did you put her, Belinda? The bottom of the Thames? A rubbish tip somewhere? Should I be telling the authorities about that private detective you wanted to hire to kill Karen?’
Her eyes flash at me. ‘It was your idea, Mouse. Besides, I changed my mind. Do you want me to do this job for you or not? If so, let me get on with it.’
I love it when Belinda gets mad. I’ve taught her well.
‘Then go. And this time come back with something better.’
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Belinda
I find Mabel sitting by the French windows in the lounge. She’s wearing a vivid turquoise jumper and sleek black slacks. Her elegance sings out across the room. From a distance, I can see the young girl she’s been describing to me. The girl who has been through so much. All I want to do is help her find Antonio and her child, but I know I have no choice. If I want to save my loved ones, I need to find out more about the past.
‘Shall we go outside for a walk?’ I suggest.
She shakes her head. ‘I’ve got a bit of a headache. I’d rather go back to my room if you don’t mind.’
I’m not surprised. The music is hurting my head as well. Everyone takes turns at choosing the radio channels in the community lounge. It’s usually a mixture of sixties and present day. But today it’s rap, chosen by a seventy-two-year-old resident called Dylan who claims to have once sung onTop of the Pops.
I wheel Mabel back to her room. Someone has opened the window, letting in a nice summer breeze. But the old feel the cold in their bones. ‘I’m freezing,’ says Mabel. ‘Can you shut it please?’
There’s a lovely vase of freesias on the table. ‘They’re from my brother Harry,’ says Mabel. ‘Well, he’s actually my half-brother. He’s a lovely man.’
‘I had wondered when you’d tell me more about him.’
‘Later,’ says Mabel. ‘It’s your turn.’
I’m aware that if I don’t get something to Mouse soon, she’ll run out of patience.
‘Mabel, have you ever heard of the BUF?’
I see her stiffen.
‘Of course. Why?’
‘Did you know anyone who was a member? I believe they were known as Blackshirts.’
I see a colour rising in her cheeks.
‘No. I didn’t.’
She’s obviously lying, but I’m not sure where to take it from here. It’s clear already that the police suspected her family of working with the BUF, but I need proof, names, conspirators. I have a feeling Mabel knows exactly what I’m after.
Then, as if someone has flicked a switch, her mood changes. That earlier nervous demeanour is replaced by sparkling, mischievous eyes and she claps her hands, as if waiting for a performance to start. ‘Belinda, I’m no fool. I can see you’re not ready to tell me about Karen yet. But I will respect that and ask instead that you tell me about the day you left prison. Did you get into the car with Imran or not?’
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OfcourseI want to get into Imran’s car.
But I’m aware that my hair is greasy; that the skirt suit I wore for my court appearance is now hanging off my bones; that I smell because the soap ran out in our showers last week; and that there are grey streaks in my hair.
More importantly, I am not the Belinda he once knew.
As he climbs out, I see that Imran has gone grey too. His face has also filled out but his eyes are the same. They hold my gaze as steadily as he held me in bed all those years ago.
‘Before you say anything,’ he says, ‘it was Elspeth who told me you were being released today.’
