Eventually the chief inspector came back to the yard office.
Chrissie and I had already been questioned by Sergeant Venables, who had taken down the details of our movements that morning, not that I’d mentioned my second excursion into the house.
‘Did you go anywhere other than into the hallway?’ the DCI asked me.
‘No,’ I replied.
‘Not into the kitchen?’
‘Not on this occasion,’ I said. ‘But I’ve been in there before, on Tuesday morning.’
I wracked my brain to think if I had left any clue this morning.
‘Why?’ I asked.
‘No reason,’ he said. He consulted his notebook. ‘And can you confirm that the back door was unlocked when you first tried it?’
‘That’s correct,’ Chrissie said. ‘I had a key but it wasn’t needed.’
‘I went and locked the door after I’d spoken to you,’ I added.
He made another note in his book.
‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘That will be all for now.’
He turned to go and I walked out of the office with him.
‘Has Declan Chadwick been informed of his wife’s death?’ I asked.
‘I understand that he was told earlier by the custody sergeant at Bury St Edmunds, once Mrs Chadwick’s death had been confirmed by the doctor.’
Poor Declan, I thought.
‘As his lawyer,’ I said, ‘I formally request that he be released on compassionate grounds.’
DCI Eastwood pursed his lips. ‘I’m afraid that will not happen.’
‘Have some sympathy, man,’ I said. ‘His wife has just killed herself.’
‘I agree that this is an unfortunate incident,’ he said, ‘but I still have a murder investigation to conduct.’
I personally thought it was more than just an ‘unfortunate incident’.
And I wasn’t giving up that easily. ‘I intend applying to a judge to order his immediate release.’
‘Mr Foster,’ said the DCI intently, ‘there have been some further developments of which you are so far unaware.’
‘What developments?’ I asked angrily.
He paused briefly, as if deciding whether to tell me.
‘We have had initial results of the forensic tests on Mr Chadwick’s car.’
‘And?’
‘Zoe Robertson’s blood has been found in the vehicle.’
17
While the news of Declan’s arrest may have swept round Newmarket at the speed of sound, reports of a death at Rowley House Stables moved at that of light, including up to the Tattersalls sales complex.
My phone rang. It was Kate.
‘I’m so sorry about last night,’ I said before she could say anything.
‘It’s me who should be sorry,’ she replied. ‘I was inexcusably rude in hanging up on you. And I am more than sorry for what I said. I am totally embarrassed by it.’
‘You had every right to be angry,’ I said, trying to reassure her. ‘It was just not a good moment.’
‘No.’ She paused. ‘I’ve just seen the news. Was the body in the bag Arabella Chadwick?’
‘Yes,’ I said. No client/lawyer confidentiality issues this time.
‘And was it her on the phone to you last night?’
‘Yes,’ I said again. ‘She called begging me to come to their house straight away. I decided I had to go. But I’d much rather have been with you.’
‘I am so sorry,’ she said quietly. ‘I have no excuse for being so horrible, especially when someone was in greater need. Did you find her dead when you got there?’
‘No. She was very much alive then. In fact, I spoke to her on the phone at midnight. It was only this morning I found her dead.’
I explained to her that Declan had been arrested and I had gone to Bury St Edmunds to be with him during questioning.
‘I called her on my way back to the hotel.’
‘Hold on a minute,’ she said. ‘Didn’t Declan get arrested for killing Arabella?’
‘No.’ I laughed, although it was hardly a laughing matter. ‘He’s been arrested on suspicion of murdering Zoe.’
‘Blimey,’ she said. ‘It’s like an episode of CSI. So who killed Arabella?’
I weighed up in my mind if I was free to tell her and decided that I was.
‘It would appear that she killed herself.’
‘Oh God! How awful. Poor Arabella.’
‘How well did you know her?’ I asked.
‘Not that well. I met her a few times. Five or six maybe. We all thought she was rather distant and aloof, arrogant even.’
‘Who’s we?’
‘The girls at Tatts. She used to come here sometimes with Declan. You know, for receptions and such.’
‘Do you know if she had any problems?’ I asked.
‘Her husband being arrested for murder was surely one.’
‘Yeah,’ I agreed. ‘But anything else? Something before that?’
‘What sort of problems?’
‘Anxiety or depression?’
‘Not that I’m aware of, but I wouldn’t be, would I? People are pretty good at keeping that sort of thing secret. Was that why she did it?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I was just wondering. I have to go and see Declan and I’m not looking forward to it.’
‘Doesn’t he know?’
‘Yes. He does. He was told by the police this morning.’
‘Poor man,’ Kate said, but then she changed her tone. ‘Unless, of course, he did kill Zoe. In which case he deserves everything he gets.’
‘Janie told me she was at school with Zoe. Did you know her too?’
‘Vaguely. She was three years below me. She was always known as That Crazy Chadwick Kid. Not very kind, I suppose, but accurate. Then there was all that fuss when she went missing. Let’s just say she didn’t exactly endear herself to the good people of Newmarket. There was a fair amount of finger-pointing and accusations. All of it unfounded, of course, but the damage was done. Quite a lot of us would have happily murdered her after that.’
‘You included?’ I asked pointedly.
‘You bet,’ she said, laughing. ‘I was first in line.’ She paused again, but then decided to explain. ‘All the local men between sixteen and sixty who knew her were questioned and had to account for their whereabouts on the day she went missing. My dad was one of them. He told the police that he was on a business trip to London but his alibi didn’t bear out. They threatened him with arrest, so he came clean. He was with another woman, wasn’t he? Broke up my parents’ marriage, Zoe did.’ Only indirectly, I reckoned, but thought better of saying so. ‘Look, I must get back to work. I’ve already taken longer than my coffee break.’
‘What are you doing later?’ I asked quickly. ‘I plan to go to the races this evening. I’ve never been to a proper race meeting before. Would you like to come with me?’
‘Won’t you be needed in Bury St Edmunds?’
‘Not if I can help it. I’m going there right now but intend being back in time. First race is at quarter past five. What do you say?’
‘I’d love to,’ she said.
‘Great. I’ll call you when I know how things lie.’
We disconnected.
My day was definitely on the up. At least, I thought so.
Declan looked smaller and even more vulnerable than ever, his bloodshot eyes having seemingly sunk back deeply into their sockets.
We were once again in the legal consultation room at the investigation centre, and he was slumped down on one of the chairs, his elbows resting on the table with his head in his hands.
‘Help me, Harry,’ he cried out in despair. ‘What am I going to do?’
‘First,’ I said, ‘we need to get you out of here and back to your horses.’
‘To hell with the horses.’
That was worrying, I thought. On the previous evening, he had been more concerned about the horses’ welfare than his own.
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��How can I go on without Bella?’
‘You will,’ I assured him. After all, he had revealed that Arabella was useless when it came to the horses. Too bloody busy with her effing make-up had been his exact words.
And the make-up did worry me a little. Would anyone really redo their mascara if they were about to kill themselves? But, I suppose, just maybe, the ‘distant and aloof’ Mrs Arabella Chadwick might have done so.
‘Is there anything more you need to tell me about your meeting with Zoe?’ I asked.
He waved his hand at me as if he considered anything other than the death of his wife was of no importance, but I knew otherwise. He was in a very low emotional state, and that was when he was most in danger of giving up the fight to clear his name.
‘Declan,’ I said clearly, ‘why has Zoe’s blood been found in your car?’
That got his attention.
‘Where in the car?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know.’
‘On the front passenger seat, I bet,’ he said. ‘I told her to be careful, but you know what she was like.’
‘No, I don’t know what she was like,’ I said. ‘Tell me.’
‘She picked at her fingers. Always did. At the base of her nails. Made them bleed all the time. Done it since she was a kid and she’d obviously had a particularly heavy session on the train from London. Bleeding all over the place, she was, when I collected her. I told her to keep her hands off the seats, but she clearly didn’t. She never did anything she was told, that girl.’
‘Is that all?’ I asked.
‘What do you mean, all? There’s no pool of blood in the boot, if that’s what you’re thinking.’ He was getting quite agitated. ‘I tell you, I didn’t kill her. I dropped her at Newmarket Station just like I said. It’s not my fault if she didn’t catch the bloody train.’
I suddenly found that I believed him absolutely. My former doubts had been banished. In his current state of mind, and after the death of Arabella, I was certain he would have come clean, here and now, if he really had been responsible for Zoe’s demise and the fire.
‘What did Zoe want to talk about that was so important she came all the way from London to see you? Why not use the telephone?’
He threw his hands up in frustration. ‘You couldn’t have a sensible conversation with Zoe face to face, let alone on the phone. She would scream and shout all the time. In the end you’d have to hang up.’
And I knew all too well how annoying that could be.
‘But what did she scream and shout about?’
‘Money,’ he said. ‘It was always about money. She was perpetually broke, deep in debt, and always on the scrounge. And then she spent anything she was given on drugs. What a waste of a life.’
‘How about her husband, Peter? Doesn’t he have a job?’
‘Don’t make me laugh,’ Declan said. ‘Calls himself an estate agent but I bet he’s never sold a single house in his life. I certainly wouldn’t trust him with one. Probably high most of the time. Useless prat.’
‘Why did Arabella call him Pete, not Peter?’
The very mention of Arabella’s name seemed to spiral him back into deepest misery.
‘Oh God!’ he shouted loudly, as if seeking divine deliverance from his pain. ‘I can’t go on.’
‘Yes, you can,’ I said resolutely. And I wasn’t going to stop now. ‘So why Pete not Peter? How much contact was there between Zoe and Arabella?’
He sighed. ‘They talked a few times on the phone last year and then Bella went to London to see her. Last December, it was. I remember, because she took some Christmas presents for the children.’
Children again, I thought.
It was all about children, or the lack of them.
‘Zoe always called the prat Pete. So I suppose Bella picked it up from her.’
‘Did she actually meet him?’
‘I don’t know. She didn’t want to talk about the visit. I didn’t even know she was going until after she’d been. And it affected her badly.’
‘In what way?’ I asked.
‘She was nervous afterwards. Anxious and upset. She had difficulty sleeping. She wouldn’t tell me why exactly, but I think it was because Bella wanted so much to have children of her own. To love and cherish them. She couldn’t bear the fact that Zoe had kids but didn’t seem to care, or even to look after them properly. It was like a double torment for her. My poor darling.’
Declan leaned his head back down on his arms and sobbed.
I waited until the worst had passed.
‘So Zoe came to ask you for money?’ I said finally, trying to move things forward.
‘Demanded it, more like,’ he said. ‘Claimed she was entitled to it as my sister. The stupid girl was delusional.’
‘Did you give her any?’ I asked.
‘Only what I had in my pocket. Fifty quid or so. Anything to shut her up. Maintained she needed it to feed her kids, but I knew she’d use it for her next fix. Either that or for cigarettes.’
‘Did she smoke a lot?’ I asked.
‘All the time. I don’t know how she could afford it.’
‘Did she smoke when she was with you last Sunday?’
‘Like a bloody chimney. Had to buy one of those air freshener things for the car to get rid of the smell.’
‘Did she have a lighter?’ I asked.
‘Eh?’ He looked up.
‘A lighter? To light her cigarettes? Or did she use matches?’
He paused a moment as if remembering.
‘She had a lighter. One of those cheap plastic ones. Red, I think it was.’
Probably the one found next to her remains, although the red plastic had long gone in the fire.
Detective Chief Inspector Eastwood eventually lost his patience and knocked on the door. I went over and opened it.
‘We need to question your client,’ the DCI said to me. ‘Time moves on.’
I looked at my watch. It was already almost three o’clock. My trip to the races was looking increasingly at risk.
‘All right,’ I said. ‘Just a few more minutes.’
We returned to the previous interview room and the DCI again went through the rigmarole of starting the recorders and introducing the same participants, not that Sergeant Venables had said or done anything at all.
‘My client wishes to make a further statement,’ I said, jumping in before the chief inspector could ask his first question.
Everyone’s eyes turned to Declan.
‘I reiterate that what I said last night is the truth. I picked up Zoe Robertson from Cambridge Station at noon last Sunday, drove her to Newmarket via the McDonald’s drive-thru for lunch, and then I dropped her off at Newmarket Station at about three-thirty before returning home alone for evening stables. I’d like to further add that my sister was in the habit of self-harming, in particular picking at her fingers so hard that they bled. She had done that extensively on the day in question and any of her blood found in my car would be as a result of that activity rather than of anything more suspicious.’
The DCI looked at me with contempt.
The finding of Zoe’s blood in Declan’s car had clearly been his trump card. But he had shown me his hand, and I’d overtrumped it. If he had wanted me to keep quiet he should have said so, not that I’d have taken any notice.
He seemed dumbstruck, so I took my opportunity.
‘My client would like to inquire if you have viewed any CCTV footage from outside Newmarket Station. He maintains that it will show Zoe Robertson after he dropped her there. In addition, my client demands that you study the security CCTV from his stable yard, which will show that he was back at work there by three forty-five.’ I paused, but I wasn’t finished, not by a long chalk. ‘Furthermore, I contend that any evidence you have against my client is none other than circumstantial, coincidental and speculative. Yes, we accept that he was in contact with the victim on the day she died, but that was several hours before her death, and you have
nothing that places my client at Castleton House Stables prior to the fire. Therefore I demand that he be released forthwith to attend to the devastating loss of his wife.’
The four of us sat there in silence for a few moments. Declan even patted me on the knee under the table.
But the DCI wasn’t giving up that easily.
‘We do not have a definitive time of death for the victim,’ he said slowly. ‘Only that she was killed sometime before the fire started. She may have been already dead when Mr Chadwick returned to his stables on Sunday afternoon.’
‘So where was the body in the meantime?’ I asked.
The DCI clearly didn’t like the fact that it was me asking him questions when he’d intended being the interrogator.
‘We are still examining Mr Chadwick’s car.’
‘Oh, come on,’ I said, waving a hand at him. ‘If there was blood in the boot, you would know it by now. Or are you seriously suggesting he left a dead body on show for several hours in the front passenger seat of his car while it sat in his stable yard for all to see?’
‘He might have stashed the body somewhere else.’
‘Where exactly?’ I asked. ‘Admit it, Chief Inspector, you’re just fishing.’ I stood up. ‘My client will answer no further questions.’
The DCI was beginning to lose his cool. ‘But he hasn’t answered any questions at all as yet.’
‘And he won’t,’ I confirmed.
The DCI looked up at the clock on the wall.
‘Interview terminated at 3.20 p. m.’
18
I made it back to Newmarket with twenty-five minutes to spare before the first race, and Kate was waiting for me at the racecourse entrance.
In weather terms, the day had been spectacular with clear blue skies and abundant sunshine. Hence the temperature had risen such that it felt more like midsummer than mid-May. And Kate had taken full advantage, wearing a bright yellow sundress with a wide black leather belt over it, which did everything possible to show off her gorgeous attributes. I was surprised to see that she was also wearing black high-heeled shoes.
Close call, I thought.
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