School for instance. Did he finish school? He seems like a bright boy.â
âYes. He started Anthropology at the university but he hasnât finished that.â
âStill studying?â
âNo, he isnât, he dropped out.â A drop-out.
âWhen was that?â
âEarly this year. Since then heâs been working on and off. Gardening.â
âGardening eh? You can take the boy out of the farm, but you canât take the farm out of the boy.â
Marian didnât respond. What did raking up leaves in green city gardens have to do with the gritty reality of the farm?
âFather no longer alive, I gather?â
âNo.â
For once, disconcertingly, the lawyer waited in silence. Marian eased sideways in her chair. Her left foot was going to sleep. âHe died about ten years ago.â
âWho inherited the farm?â
âBrian. My other son.â
âSo Charlieâs the younger son. Thatâs how it goes. Bit of a blow for him I suppose?â
Marian considered this. Had it been a blow for Charlie? But heâd always known.
âWho ran the farm after your husband died?â
The question floated in front of her. Who did he think? Who the hell would run the farm?
âI did.â
A brave little woman look formed on his face, but she was used to that, and cut across it. âI got in workers whenever I could afford it.â
âMust have been hard for you.â
Hard. The dry-eyed wakeful nights. The constant weariness. The loneliness. Sitting up, after the boys had gone to bed, with accounts that never balanced. The neighbours who were kind. The ones who werenât. The ones who were waiting to buy her out. The ones who helped and then thought they might as well stay the night. In her bed.
As if.
âYes it was hard. Sometimes.â
âDifficult choice, with two children.â
But there was nothing else she could have done. Did he think that she should have married again? But who, exactly?
âAre you still running the show?â
âBrian does most of it these days.â
âNow what about girls?â
âI only have two sons.â
Simon Ingerson laughed cheerily. âCharles, I mean. Girlfriends? Normal boy in that way?â
This echo of her own earlier thought irritated her.
Normal. Until Monday it had never crossed her mind that people in her life were anything other than normal. There was Tara, but that was different, just one of those things.
What was the lawyer asking?
About Charlie, whether he was normal.
âI suppose so,â she said reluctantly. Of course heâs not normal, she wanted to scream. He just killed two complete strangers.
She pulled herself together. âYouâve talked to him, have you?â
âYes. Thatâs to say Iâve visited him. I didnât get much out of him. Perhaps heâll talk to you. Iâve arranged for you to see him tomorrow. Hope thatâs all right? You could go today if you wanted to. Up to 3pm I think it is.â
âThank you.â Her insides collapsed downwards at the thought.
âThe police have been out to the farm,â he said. âChecked the registration of the gun. With Brian.â
If he knew about Brian, why had he asked who ran the farm now? Was it a trick? Maybe they thought Brian knew something. Oh God. What if they thought Brian was involved in the shooting?
âBrian didnât know Charlie had taken it.â Even she could hear the fear and hostility in her voice.
âWhen did Charlie last come home?â
âAt least six months ago. He and Brian donât get on.â
âItâs okay Mrs Anditon. Thereâs no suggestion that Brian knew, if thatâs what youâre worrying about.â
She must try and clear her head.
Simon Ingerson spread his hands theatrically. A performer. But perhaps lawyers had to be.
âAll routine. A check on where the gun came from and how Charlie
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