knowing him, probably, his call came to nothing. The Trents had all gone away, destination unknown, the au pair, conspicuously nervous, having been ordered either to tell no one or genuinely in the dark as to where they had gone, or even when they were returning.
Another point mentioned after my departure was the Metâs âadviceâ that morning on the inadvisability of SOCA getting involved with any independent enquiries into the policeman under investigation who was being watched, as they were already working, with Complaints, in connection with it.
âGreenway doesnât want me to get tangled up in that,â Patrick commented after he had related all this to me when he had come back from his abortive mission. âHis words.â
âYou donât tend to tangle readily,â I murmured.
He smiled thinly. âBut I can remember getting really annoyed when people, cops usually, crashed into my scenarios when we were with D12.â
âSo?â I prompted, having to laugh at the understatement.
âSo?â
âWhere do we go from here?â
âMike still wants me to talk to Trent when he finally comes back from wherever he is. Meanwhile, heâs going to get some kind of timber expert to write a formal report that the tree house was sabotaged, something thatâll stand up in court. Sorry about Alan, by the way.â
âHe helped me a lot when I had a writing crisis after a certain man came back into my life.â
âWas it that bad?â
I gave him a straight look. âYes â turbulent, for a while.â Not to mention having the living daylights scared out of me during the MI5 training sessions.
âNo regrets though?â
âNo, not at all.â
âNot even now? Now Iâm a bit . . .â
âTangled?â
âIf you like.â
âDo you remember what you said when you proposed to me for the second time?â
âBe fair: blokes donât tend to remember things like that.â
âYou said, âOne day, if Iâm alive and in honest employment, will you consider me for general tidying up and emptying your wastepaper basket?â And I replied, âYes, Iâll have you to grace my heart and my hearth even if youâre broken and old and just out of prisonâ. What I said still applies.â
We were in one corner of the open-plan office we work in when at HQ but he nevertheless leaned over and gently kissed me.
As far as the Miss Smythe case was concerned there followed a few days of almost complete inertia while we waited for forensic reports. They finally arrived when I had taken the opportunity to return home for a short while. The one concerning the murder victimâs house contained nothing positive, Patrick told me when he rang one evening, the only item of possible interest being very small amounts of fairly fresh grass cuttings that had been found on the hall carpet which could have come in on the killerâs shoes. These had minute traces of oil on them â used motor oil. From the appearance of Miss Smytheâs lawn â her gardener had to mow around the fallen tree house â it was clear that it had not been cut in the few days before the crime was committed and we already knew that the gardener had been away visiting his daughter. There were no patches of liquid motor oil in the garden, not even where the car had been parked before it was sold, and the conclusion had been that both grass and oil had come in from outside. There were no signs of spillages in the lane to the rear of the property either.
âIf heâd walked very far those oily traces, not to mention the bits of grass, would have come off,â Patrick told me Greenway had commented on giving him the report to read. âSo he either drove and parked nearby or lived nearby.â
âIâd put a lot of money on him having climbed over the wall from next door,â Patrick had said to him,