She’s not seeing you as the chief suspect, but she wants to be free to go wherever this takes her. She told me not to get in her way.’
‘And you took that?’ I was incredulous.
‘Yeah. I did.’ Coldwood’s tone was harsh. ‘Because she’s right. Look at it from her point of view - which the DCI is bound to share if he’s got half a brain. If you are involved somehow, then she knows you’ll try to play me. And if it’s anyone else then the big question at trial will be why we didn’t go after you properly out of the gate.
I mulled that unpalatable fact over for a moment or two: brandy didn’t sweeten it.
‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Thanks for the warning. Listen, Gary, you’re already digging into Kenny’s past, presumably.
‘Common-law wife,’ Coldwood corrected me. ‘She’s MIA. Walked out on him a year or so back, according to the neighbours. The son belonged to her, not to him, and he’s dead. We’re still getting the details.’
‘Would that include calling up the autopsy report?’ I asked.
Coldwood shrugged and raised his eyes to Heaven.
‘Could I get a copy of that?’
‘For Christ’s sake, Fix!’
‘All right, all right.
‘Botched suicide attempt? Wouldn’t be too surprising, would it? When you think about what he’s been through . . .’
‘I think he might have been self-harming,’ I said.
Coldwood stared at me.
‘Why do you think that?’ he asked.
‘Because I - sorry, because whoever broke into the flat found a hurt-kit in the bedroom. Not the boy’s bedroom. Kenny’s.’
‘We already went over that room.
I blew out my cheeks. ‘Yeah, but I bet you did it politely. It isn’t a crime scene, and Kenny isn’t a suspect. I almost missed it myself.’
‘You keep defaulting back to that first-person stuff, Fix,’ Gary pointed out testily. ‘Work on it. So are you saying that Seddon—?’
Matt stood up abruptly. ‘I am finding all this talk . . . unnerving,’ he confessed. ‘I think I might leave now. I’m teaching at a seminary in Cheam and I have a very full day tomorrow.