Darkhouse. Alex Barclay

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СКАЧАТЬ His hair was still damp from the shower. He turned to Frank.

      ‘Howiya, Frank,’ he said sombrely, nodding again.

      Martha walked in behind him, disappointed and exhausted.

      ‘Will you have a cup of tea, Richie?’ she said.

      ‘I’ll get it,’ he said.

      ‘You will not,’ she said. ‘Sit down there.’

      She brought him out a plate of plain biscuits and tea in a china cup that looked lost in his big hands.

      ‘Thanks,’ he said.

      After a long silence, Frank spoke up.

      ‘Sorry to have to ask, but was there anything wrong with Katie?’ He pulled out his notebook. The formality of Frank Deegan, out of context, sitting on her sofa as a policeman made her cry.

      ‘What do you mean?’ asked Martha.

      ‘Did you have an argument or anything?’

      ‘No, no, everything was fine,’ she said defensively.

      ‘Was she fighting with anyone in school?’

      ‘She wouldn’t tell me if she was.’

      ‘You know with young girls, they could have been jealous or there could have been something—’

      ‘No. I know a bit of bullying goes on at the school, but she’s never been part of it.’

      Frank searched for questions that wouldn’t alarm Martha at this early stage, but would reassure her that she was being taken seriously.

      ‘I’m trying to think,’ said Martha, ‘did I do something that annoyed her?’

      ‘Tell me what she did during the day today.’

      ‘She went to school and was home straightaway afterwards. She didn’t have any homework, so she went out to meet Shaun. She didn’t change out of her uniform. She came home on her own for dinner, then went upstairs and had a shower. She spent a good while getting ready. She had a lot of makeup on, which she normally doesn’t. I might have told her that she could have taken some of it off. I think that annoyed her.’ She looked up at Frank.

      ‘I wouldn’t worry about that,’ he said.

      ‘I went into the kitchen then and I presume she took a jacket from the hall, because then she just shouted, “See you later,” and off she went out to Shaun. I went into the hall after her, but she was gone.’ Tears welled in her eyes. ‘I don’t know why I had to say that about her makeup. She looked beautiful.’

      Richie Bates stayed silent throughout the interview, but took notes every time she spoke. The bones in his hand were rigid. Frank wondered if the pen was going to snap.

      ‘Maybe she hated me and I didn’t know,’ blurted Martha. Everyone looked at her.

      ‘No,’ said Anna, rushing to her side. She patted her arm. ‘She loved you. We all know that. She’s just late home.’

      The questions continued until Frank was satisfied he had enough information. But that didn’t mean he had any idea where Katie Lawson was.

      The cottage, at the end of a damp, mossy lane, was five miles from Mountcannon and had lain derelict for fifteen years. Wooden boards criss-crossed the fractured windows, protecting the place from people less determined than Duke Rawlins. His hands tore at the rotting frame, pulling free parts of the brittle timber. Within minutes he was climbing through the back window into a dark, cramped kitchen. He breathed in the stale air, then worked on the rusted door latch, finally pushing the door open to the breeze.

      He moved through the house, shining his torch over mahogany furniture, ragged net curtains and religious pictures, crooked on floral walls. The bedrooms were small and dark, barely lit by the tiny windows. A tarnished picture frame lay upturned on a sideboard. A strip along the centre of the photograph had been bleached white, where a gap in the boards had let shafts of sunlight through the window. He picked up the frame and slid out the photograph, letting it float to the floor. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out one to replace it. Uncle Bill stood in a faded XL denim shirt and jeans, his right arm extended. The sun was setting behind him and glowed orange, catching his brown hair and full beard. His left thumb was hooked into a brown leather belt that was too tight for his vast stomach. His smile was broad. Solomon sat on a bow perch next to him, one foot raised. Sheba was swooping through the air, poised to land on Bill’s gloved hand and collect her prize.

      ‘Solomon was majestic,’ said Duke, holding the photograph to his chest. ‘He truly was.’ He stretched out his arms and looked into the shadows. ‘But Sheba, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.’

      Anna pushed aside plates, bottles, cutlery and mugs to add a jug of maple syrup to the breakfast table. Joe looked at the waffles, juice, croissants, bacon, sausage, coffee and tea. ‘Whose room will we charge this to?’ he asked. Anna laughed and looked to Shaun for a reaction. He had none. Tears were dripping onto his empty plate.

      ‘Do I have to sit here?’ he said. ‘I feel sick.’

      ‘No, no, you go,’ said Anna, tilting his chin up. He looked away, then left the table.

      Frank stood quietly in the doorway, smiling at Nora. She never let him down. He knew she would have got out of bed as soon as he left. There was something about her and that navy satin dressing gown that always touched his heart. She hadn’t heard him come in. She sat in a corner of the sofa, her legs stretched out and resting on the low table in front of her. One hand was flicking through a book telling her how to de-clutter her life. The other was reaching out for her coffee mug. She missed the handle, but grabbed it back before it rocked off the side. Frank laughed. She jumped.

      ‘You’re dreadful,’ she said, smiling. She put down the mug and turned around to him.

      ‘Well?’ she said, closing the book.

      ‘There’s still no sign of her.’

      ‘Really?’

      Frank nodded.

      ‘How was Martha?’

      ‘Very upset. God love her, though, she’s very innocent. I asked her a few questions, but I think it scared the life out of her … and I hadn’t even gone near the serious ones.’

      ‘Ah, it’s hard for someone like Martha. She’s from another era.’

      ‘God knows, Katie could have got fed up with how strict she is and run away to make a point.’

      ‘Maybe. And who knows? Martha’s never got over Matt’s death; maybe her moping around the house all the time made Katie feel guilty for getting on with her own life.’

      ‘Could be.’

      ‘Or maybe it just suffocated the poor girl.’

      ‘Possibly,’ said Frank.

      They looked at each other. They knew they were already sounding desperate.

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