Missing (26 page)

Vivienne dropped her bags and took out her phone. ‘Miles,’ she said shakily into his voicemail. ‘I’ve just heard—’ Her voice caught on a wave of resistance. ‘You have to call me. Please. I need to speak to you.’ Her eyes went back to her mother’s as she rang off. ‘There has to be a mistake,’ she said, her face now totally devoid of colour. ‘It can’t be her. Are they saying it is?’

‘I don’t know. Not that I heard, but …’

‘Where’s Rufus?’

‘Having his afternoon nap.’

Vivienne started through to the sitting room.

‘Vivi,’ her mother said anxiously as Vivienne stooped to kiss the softly flushed cheek of her sleeping
son,
‘the police have been in touch. They want to come here and talk to me.’

Vivienne’s heart turned over, and putting her palms to her cheeks she pressed in hard. ‘It’s all right,’ she told her mother, forcing herself to stay calm. ‘They’ll be trying to find out how long Miles has known about Rufus.’

Linda was taken aback. ‘Does that mean you’ve told him?’

‘He found a photograph, last night. He knew straight away Rufus was his and he’s furious that I’ve kept it from him.’

‘But he has to understand why, surely,’ Linda protested. ‘He knows very well—’

‘Of course he understands,’ Vivienne cut in, more sharply than she’d intended, ‘but that’s not going to give him back the first fifteen months of Rufus’s life, is it?’

Linda looked at her helplessly. ‘I don’t know what to say,’ she murmured. ‘If this body turns out to be Jacqueline’s …’

‘Of course it’s not,’ Vivienne snapped, and turning abruptly away she went out to the kitchen to switch on the news.

‘… We’re just going over to Dartmoor now,’ the studio presenter was saying, ‘where our reporter Gavin Havelock is on the scene. Gavin, can you tell us what’s happening now?’

A clean-shaven, rosy-cheeked young man appeared on the screen, holding a microphone in one hand and a sheaf of notes in the other. ‘Well, Sarah, as we now know, what they’ve discovered the other side of these woods is the body of a man said to be in a fairly decomposed state …’

Vivienne’s head started to spin.

‘The police haven’t made an official statement yet, so we don’t know if they’ve been able to identify the body. If they have, obviously next of kin will have to be informed before— Hang on, I think we’re going to an aerial shot now, yes we are.’ The screen changed to an overview of the eastern side of the moor, vast and undulating, and forbiddingly bleak. Then the camera made a quick zoom in to a small cluster of activity, partially masked by trees, where men in pale-coloured overalls and others in fluorescent police jackets were moving between randomly parked vehicles and a newly erected incident tent. ‘A forensic team arrived about half an hour ago,’ the reporter was saying. ‘They’ll obviously be carrying out a thorough examination of the scene before taking away any evidence they gather …’

As he spoke the helicopter camera was panning over to the gardens of Moorlands, where more police officers and sniffer dogs were still much in evidence.

Vivienne’s heart tripped as the house came into view. She wondered if Miles was watching this too, if he’d known since its discovery that the body was male, or if he’d had to go through the horror of thinking it might be Jacqueline.

‘Has there been any word from Mr Avery at all?’ the presenter was asking.

‘Nothing so far. In fact there’s nothing at this stage to connect him with the body, other than the proximity to his land. However, I’ve just been told to expect a police statement sometime in the next hour or so.’

Feeling the craziness of it all circling her like a mad merry-go-round, Vivienne clicked off with the remote and stood staring at the blank screen.

Her mobile started to ring and her heart leapt with the hope that it would be Miles, but the number wasn’t familiar so she let it go through to messages. She wasn’t going to risk speaking to the press right now.

Turning to where her mother was standing in the doorway, she said, ‘When are the police coming to see you?’

‘Tomorrow morning, at eleven.’

Vivienne nodded distractedly, then picking up the kettle she started to fill it.

‘I feel like something a bit stronger than that, don’t you?’ Linda murmured.

Vivienne took a moment to register the words. ‘Mm, yes,’ she agreed.

As her mother took a bottle of wine from the fridge and started to open it, Vivienne noticed her shaking fingers and was torn between anger and pity. Clearly Linda was still afraid Miles might be guilty of an appalling crime, and was now terrified, not only of what might happen during the days and weeks to come, but of what it was going to mean to her grandson’s future.

‘It’s not Jacqueline,’ she said sharply.

‘No, I heard. That’s good. Uh, Caroline should be here shortly,’ and she passed over a full glass of Sauvignon Blanc.

Vivienne’s insides sank. Her sister was about the last person she needed to see right now.

They both started as the phone rang on the counter top. Being the closest, Vivienne picked it up.

‘Linda?’ a male voice said at the other end.

‘No, it’s her daughter, Vivienne. Who’s speaking please?’

‘It’s David.’

‘David,’ she said distractedly to her mother, and passing her the receiver she wandered over to the kitchen door. Suddenly feeling the need to be outside, as though in some strange way it could connect her to Miles, she turned the handle and let herself out.

As she walked along the path, carrying her glass in one hand and trailing the other over the empty washing line, she was gazing down at the fading shrubs and random scattering of autumn leaves. Rufus’s baby swing hung from the branch of an acacia, while his see-saw and other toys were tucked away inside his little wooden playhouse. In her mind’s eye she imagined Miles on a summer’s day rolling around the lawns at Moorlands with his son, swooping him up in the air and laughing as Rufus shrieked and gurgled with delight.

As a terrible foreboding closed around her heart she came to a stop between two yews at the end of the garden, and took a sip of her wine. She wondered what Miles might be doing now, if he was being questioned, or trying to deal with Kelsey, or maybe there had been further developments that had yet to be announced. She could hardly bear to think of what they might be, but no matter what happened, she would never believe him capable of … Yet even as she was thinking it her treacherous mind began flashing the horror of an arrest, a trial, prison visits … But it wasn’t going to happen. The body wasn’t even Jacqueline’s for heaven’s sake, so no matter what insidious tricks her subconscious might play, she knew in her heart that Miles was as innocent of any crime as she was.

With a small shuddering breath she turned around and went back down the path, feeling the damp air starting to seep into her skin. When she reached the
kitchen
her mother was still on the phone, her cheeks flushed with colour, and her eyes glittering in a way that turned Vivienne cold with dread. A beat later the dread was replaced by puzzlement as her mother said, ‘I’m sorry, it’s a bit difficult now. Yes. Yes. I understand you’re disappointed. So am I, but I can’t go with all this … Oh David, please don’t say that.’ She turned away, hunching over the receiver. ‘I’ll call you back,’ she murmured and quickly hung up. When she turned round again Vivienne was watching her with frankly questioning eyes. ‘Sorry,’ Linda mumbled. ‘It was just … I was going to … Shall we have some more wine?’

‘You haven’t even started that one yet,’ Vivienne pointed out. ‘Who were you speaking to?’

‘No one. I mean, just a friend.’

‘His name’s David. Is it someone I know?’

Linda shook her head. ‘I – I was going to tell you about him this weekend,’ she said hastily, ‘but then all this … Well, you know now anyway.’

Vivienne’s breath was starting to feel short. ‘Mum, is he someone you’ve been seeing, become involved with?’ she asked, feeling a ludicrous sense of betrayal that her mother hadn’t confided in her.

Linda’s only answer was to appear more flustered than ever.

‘He is, isn’t he?’ Vivienne insisted. ‘Yes, of course,’ she answered for her. ‘Mum, it’s all right. You don’t have to—’

‘No it’s
not
all right,’ her mother interrupted. ‘He wants me to go to Italy with him, and I said I would, just as soon as I could work out the timing with you, but now, well … ’ She shrugged and tried to look loyal.

Vivienne’s shock was quickly obliterated by a
desperate
need for her mother right now. She couldn’t go away with all this going on. How could she even think it? Then, overcome with shame at her own selfishness, she said, ‘You have to go. If it’s what you want …’

‘And leave you to deal with all this alone? Don’t be ridiculous. What about Rufus?’

‘I can take care of him.’

‘How? You’re just getting things going again with the agency, and if the worst does come to the worst—’

‘It won’t,’ Vivienne cut in harshly. ‘And it shouldn’t be an issue, not for you. I’ve told you before, you have a right to your own life, and I’ve already taken up too much of it.’

‘For heaven’s sake, you’re my daughter, how can you say something like that?’

‘Because it’s true. You shouldn’t be tied down here with a baby at your age, miles from all your friends and everything you know. I’ve always hated myself for letting you do it …’

‘I’ve settled in here now. I’ve made new friends.’

‘And David’s obviously one of them.’

‘Yes, but that doesn’t mean—’ She broke off at the sound of a key turning in the front door, and Vivienne’s eyes closed as she braced herself ready to deal with her sister.

‘I saw your car outside,’ Caroline said sourly as she came into the kitchen. She was as tall as Vivienne, and as dark, but she carried much more weight, and seemed uninterested in tinting the wiry grey strands out of her hair.

‘I wasn’t hiding it,’ Vivienne retorted in like manner.

Caroline pursed the corners of her mouth, then seeing the wine went to help herself to a glass. When
she’d
finished pouring she stood the other side of the table next to their mother and fixed Vivienne with their father’s warm green eyes, except right now hers were chillingly sharp. ‘I expect Mum told you I was coming,’ she stated.

‘Yes,’ Vivienne answered.

Caroline’s gaze swept her sister’s face with ill-disguised contempt. ‘I’d decided to speak to you before this outrageous situation blew up,’ she told her. ‘Now it has—’

‘Caro, darling,’ Linda interrupted, ‘it’s not Vivi’s fault …’

Ignoring her, Caroline said, ‘Your association with Miles, Vivienne, has put Mum in a totally invidious—’

‘He’s Rufus’s father,’ Linda cut in. ‘She can’t help the assoc—’

‘Let her go on,’ Vivienne interrupted, glaring icily at her sister.

Two high spots of colour appeared in Caroline’s cheeks. ‘Did you know Mum’s been seeing someone?’ she demanded, clearly expecting Vivienne to say no.

‘Yes,’ Vivienne responded.

‘David just called,’ Linda put in.

Caroline glanced at her. ‘It’s time, Vivienne,’ she said, turning back, ‘for you to make other arrangements for Rufus. Mum’s taken him on long enough. She’s got her own life …’

‘Vivienne’s always saying that herself,’ Linda protested, ‘but you know that I’m afraid to trust anyone else with him. If Miles’s wife should ever know he has a son …’

Caroline triumphantly seized the moment. ‘Well, I don’t think we need worry about that any longer, need we?’ she said, witheringly. ‘With Jacqueline off the
scene,
there’s absolutely no reason for Vivienne not to start assuming her responsibilities.’

‘Maybe you haven’t heard the latest news,’ Vivienne said through her teeth. ‘The body is—’

‘… male, yes I heard. So, OK, you stay in your fairytale world of denial, if that’s what you want, but I’m afraid the rest of us need to get on with reality. David’s a decent man. He cares a great deal for Mum, and I don’t want her bailing out of a trip to Italy because you can’t look after your own son.’

‘As a matter of fact,’ Vivienne seethed, ‘I was telling her, as you came in, that she had to go. It’s never been my intention to stand in the way of anything she wants to do …’

‘Oh for God’s sake, denial, delusion, where do you get off pretending Vivienne? Never wanted to stand in her way? Like hell. But you’ve used her for your own ends long enough. It’s time to—’

‘She really was telling me I had to go,’ Linda insisted, ‘but I wouldn’t feel right, Caro, not with all this going on. Maybe once it’s resolved …’

‘No,’ Vivienne declared hotly. ‘I’m taking Rufus with me when I leave on Sunday. Caroline’s right, it’s time I assumed my responsibilities.’

‘Vivi, no, you can’t,’ Linda cried. ‘You have to work, and finding the right help—’

‘He can come into the office with me,’ Vivienne told her, taking no time to think it through. ‘You really mustn’t cancel anything with David, and I’m sorry if you’ve had to before this, without my knowing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think that’s my son waking up.’

As she swept out of the kitchen tears were burning her eyes, though she’d rather have died than let Caroline see. How dare she come in here laying down
the
law like she had right on her side, when her life was a bigger mess than anyone’s? And did Vivienne ever ram it down her throat, or try to humiliate her? Never. The fact her husband was a drunk barely got mentioned, unless it was to blame Miles for making the problem worse. But what the hell was Miles supposed to have done? He’d given Roger more chances than the man even came close to deserving, putting freelance work his way at every opportunity, but nine times out of ten Roger had failed to deliver. In the end he’d left Miles with no choice but to instruct the news desk to stop using him. So for Caroline to carry on holding a grudge the way she was, was just plain stupid. She should have been trying to get her husband off the drink, instead of wreaking some kind of petty revenge on those whose only crime had been to try and help him.

Finding Rufus lying on his back and clutching his feet in his hands as he chattered on in a language of his own, she instantly broke into a tearful smile. ‘Hello, darling,’ she whispered, going to kneel next to him. ‘Did you have a good sleep?’