Red Bones - Ann Cleeves [115]
‘You don’t understand. My father doesn’t want to sell. He hates the idea. He didn’t even want the dig to go ahead. And now there’s this grand do in the hall. Mother says it’s about showing folk the coins found on the land, but it’ll be about persuading the Trust to buy the house. If the sale goes ahead, they’ll be digging up all over the land, maybe even knocking down Mima’s house to put up some sort of replica. And my father just says, “Fine, go ahead.”’
‘What are you worried about, Sandy? I don’t really see the problem. It’s your parents’ house now. Their decision.’
‘I want to know why he changed his mind.’ It came out as a shout, so loud that Perez thought the neighbours would hear through the wall. ‘He’s not a man to change his mind.’
Perez sat still and waited for the rest.
‘Someone’s put pressure on him,’ Sandy said. His voice was quieter but still intense.
‘Your mother, maybe. She’s a woman used to getting her own way. Nothing sinister in that. You know how excited she is about the history.’
‘Not my mother. She’s all bluster and talk, but he takes the decisions in the house.’
‘What then?’
‘Blackmail,’ Sandy said. ‘I wondered if that could be it. He needs the money to pay someone off.’ He looked at Perez, desperate to be told that it was a crazy idea. He was Sandy Wilson and he got everything wrong.
But Perez didn’t speak for a moment. He was considering the possibility seriously. The scenario he’d dreamed up to explain the Whalsay deaths didn’t involve blackmail, but perhaps it could fit in with the facts. At this point anything was possible.
‘What might Joseph have done that he could be blackmailed? You’re not saying he killed Mima?’
‘No!’ Sandy said immediately. ‘Not that. Not deliberately.’ He paused. ‘I’ve been going over and over it in my head. Wild ideas. Just churning round and round and making no sense at all. I thought the drink would give me some peace from it.’
‘Let’s look at them then. The wild ideas.’
‘My father could have killed Mima by accident. A mistake. Hattie saw him and so he killed her too. You said yourself he was at Setter the night she died.’
‘But he was in his house the whole of the evening of Mima’s death, watching television. Your mother confirmed it.’
‘Of course she did. She’d lie for us all.’
Perez smiled. ‘So she would. What’s the next wild idea?’
‘Could the killer have mistaken Mima for Hattie? They were both small and slight and Mima was wearing Hattie’s coat. Mima was out in the field next to the dig – Hattie would have had more reason to be there.’
‘It’s something I’ve thought about,’ Perez said. ‘But what reason could your father have for killing Hattie?’
‘None at all. He hardly knew her. Another crazy idea.’
‘Pretty crazy.’ But Perez thought Sandy wasn’t doing badly. The ideas the man had come up with had floated around in his head too. ‘Anything else?’
‘Nah,’ Sandy said. ‘That was about as far as I got.’ He gave a self-deprecating grin. ‘Not much of a detective, huh? Maybe I should give up policing and take up crofting after all.’
‘I think perhaps you’re overreacting about the sale of your grandmother’s home. Hardly surprising. You were very fond of her.’
‘Things aren’t right at home,’ Sandy said suddenly. ‘I hate it.’
‘Joseph and Evelyn are under a lot of strain. Things will sort themselves out when this is all over.’
‘Will it ever all be over?’ Sandy was almost sober now, but gloomy. ‘I’m not sure how anyone on Whalsay will cope if we don’t find out what happened.’
‘They’ll cope if they have to,’ Perez said. He thought the islanders had suffered worse than this. The fracturing of a community during the fifteenth century. The huge storm that had killed half the male population of Whalsay at the end of the nineteenth century, when boats out to the fishing had capsized under freak waves. The murder of the young Norwegian from the Shetland Bus during the war. ‘But I want to know. Not for them but for me.’ He looked at Sandy. ‘What are your plans for the rest of the night?’
Sandy shrugged. ‘I was going to stay in town but I’ll