The Dying Light
“She stopped in a small town of honey-coloured stone houses for a bite to eat and bought some groceries. Sitting on a bench by the town’s war memorial she worried at the problem with a bleak sense of her own impotence. Then she tried Kilmartin’s number. There was no reply so she continued on her journey. Near Cheltenham she hit the traffic coming from the racecourse and swung north to cross the River Severn near Tewkesbury. On the road to High Castle she received two calls: the first was from the coroner’s clerk, Tony Swift, who asked to see her that evening. ‘Well, OK,’ she said with a slight hesitation and a hope that the bull-necked Swift had not taken encouragement from a goodbye kiss.
He added, ‘I’ll have some friends with me. They want to meet you. Same place? Good.’ A few minutes later she answered to a voice that said: ‘Darling?’ Only her mother could deliver the word with such a note of crisp accusation. ‘Are you driving? If so will you pull over? I need to talk to you now.’ K...ate seldom thought of her family, but when she did a photograph often came to mind of the five of them standing round a table twenty years ago.MoreLess
He added, ‘I’ll have some friends with me. They want to meet you. Same place? Good.’ A few minutes later she answered to a voice that said: ‘Darling?’ Only her mother could deliver the word with such a note of crisp accusation. ‘Are you driving? If so will you pull over? I need to talk to you now.’ K...ate seldom thought of her family, but when she did a photograph often came to mind of the five of them standing round a table twenty years ago.MoreLess
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