Red Bones - Ann Cleeves [66]
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
He turned, startled and embarrassed. The inside of the house was in shadow and the figure was silhouetted in the doorway.
‘I was looking for Hattie.’
‘In our bedroom?’ Sophie stood accusingly where she was, blocking his exit.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know. We’d arranged to meet here. I thought she might have left a note.’
She said nothing, though just the way she was standing made it clear what she was thinking. Ye ah, right!
He walked towards her and her image came into focus. ‘Look, I’m sorry to have intruded. There must have been a misunderstanding. Just tell me where she is and I’ll leave you in peace.’
Still she stood her ground. She was almost as tall as he was. She wore a sleeveless vest under a denim jacket. Her stomach was flat and firm. She had the poise he associated with film stars and models. He wondered how she and Hattie got on away from the dig, what they could have to say to each other.
‘What do you want her for?’ Her tone was amused, but he was left in no doubt that she expected an answer.
‘I think that’s between her and me.’
‘I haven’t seen Hattie since lunchtime.’ At last Sophie did step aside to let him past and they stood together in the sunshine.
‘Where was that?’
He thought she was going to question his right to put the question but after a pause she answered. ‘We were at Utra. Evelyn invited us for a meal. Paul was there too – his first chance to look at the Setter coins. Afterwards he wanted to talk to Hattie about her PhD. I suppose they were planning what should happen next, the focus of the next phase of the project.’
‘You weren’t involved in that discussion?’
‘No, I’m just the hired labour.’
He couldn’t tell what she made of that, whether it rankled. ‘Where did they have the meeting?’
‘I’m not sure. I left them at Utra.’
‘What were you doing this afternoon?’
‘I went back to the dig and carried on working for an hour. I expected Hattie to join me there.’
‘But she didn’t?’
‘No. I presumed Paul had taken her back to the Pier House for a celebratory drink. I thought, Sod them! and I packed up early. I’ve been visiting a couple of the fishing boys.’ She seemed edgy and out of sorts. Perez wanted to ask whose house she’d been in, but it probably wasn’t any of his business.
‘Hattie doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy an afternoon in the bar,’ he said, keeping his voice light, hoping it didn’t sound like an interrogation. The day before when they’d been there, Hattie had been jumpy, nervy even after a couple of drinks.
‘No, definitely not her scene. She doesn’t do pleasure. He should have asked me instead.’ Sophie grinned, but Perez thought she was finding it hard to keep things light. ‘But he’s her supervisor, isn’t he? Her boss. She wouldn’t have the guts to tell him it wasn’t her thing.’
‘Yes,’ Perez said. ‘He seems to me like a man who usually gets what he wants.’ But if he hoped this would encourage Sophie to give her own opinions of Berglund he was disappointed. She shrugged and said she’d had a hard day. All she wanted now was to sit in the sun with a nice cup of tea. Or maybe a can of lager.
‘So you have no idea where I could find Hattie now?’
‘Sorry, I haven’t a clue. And it’s no point me giving you her mobile number. Her phone doesn’t work anywhere on the islands.’
‘If she comes back tell her I’m looking for her.’
‘Sure,’ Sophie said. ‘Sure.’ But he thought she was a mischief maker and he didn’t know how much he could trust her.
He found Berglund sitting alone in the bar of the Pier House Hotel. There was a tray of coffee on the table in front