Upon a Dark Night by Peter Lovesey Page B

Keith?’
    ‘Ignore him. You know what he’s like,’ said Keith’s wife.
    ‘No, I’m not having Ned smeared. If you’ve got something to tell us, Keith, you’d better say it, or apologise.’
    Keith was grinning to cover his unease. ‘Calm down, love,’ he said. ‘I was only pulling your leg.’
    The other man tried clumsily to assist. ‘Let’s face it. Old Ned’s a bit of a lad.’
    ‘That’s what you think, is it?’ said Pippa, at the limit of her self-control. ‘Right.’ She made a fist with her right hand and thumped the table. ‘I’m going to tell you all exactly what happened. I was with Ned all of last Monday, all of it. We were coming back from Bristol early in the evening, about six-thirty. We’d been to a garden centre to look at some ornaments and left a bit late to miss the worst of the traffic. We were on the motorway, the M4, as far as that junction that leads down into Bath.’
    ‘Eighteen,’ said the other man at the table to ease the tension. ‘She means Junction Eighteen.’
    ‘I suggested we got something from a Chinese takeaway. That’s why we headed for Bath. We drove along there for about a mile.’
    ‘The A46,’ said the same man. ‘You were on the A46.’
    ‘Shut up, Frank,’ said his wife.
    Pippa continued, ‘It was that difficult light between day and evening. Ned was driving. It’s that stretch before you come to Dyrham Park. Just open country. I was thinking about other things. Suddenly Ned had the brakes on and I was jerked forward against the safety belt. What had happened was that this stupid woman - you.’ She pointed at Rose. ‘You had wandered into the road, right in front of us. Thank God Ned saw you a bit ahead, because you would have been dead meat now if he hadn’t. He jammed on the brakes, as I said, and when we hit you we’d slowed right down. Good thing there wasn’t anything close behind us. You still fell across the bonnet and you must have landed awkwardly because you were right out. It was terrifying. We got you off the front of the car and made sure you were still breathing and tried to revive you at the side of the road. Ned was in a state of shock, poor man. He knew he was in deep, deep trouble.’ She looked across the room towards the door. ‘He isn’t coming, is he?’
    Rose said, ‘He won’t get past Ada. Go on, please.’
    ‘He’s been caught before for being over the limit,’ said Pippa. ‘You all know that. One more would do for him. He’d had a couple of drinks in Bristol. It doesn’t affect his driving, not that amount. I tell you, this wasn’t his fault, but it would have been no good arguing. They’d have breathalysed him and taken his licence away, and if it was known he’d hit someone, he’d get sent down for a term. That’s why we couldn’t report it. I knew the hospital wasn’t far away. There’s a road sign along there.’
    ‘I know it,’ said Frank.
    She looked up at Rose. ‘We did what we could for you. We lifted you into the back seat. Cars and lorries were going by, but no one stopped, thank God. Then we drove to the Hinton Clinic, with Ned at the wheel and me beside you in the back seat.’
    ‘What a nightmare,’ said Keith’s wife.
    ‘Then we had this problem. We couldn’t take you in as a casualty, or questions would have been asked. To have given false names would have made it worse. So I suggested we put you down in the car park where someone was sure to discover you and get you inside. That’s what we did. We picked a spot under a lamp-post. Then we got the hell out of there.’
    ‘That’s all?’ said Rose.
    ‘Well, I called the hospital a couple of days or so later.’
    ‘That was you. I see.’ Now that the story was told - and told with enough detail to make it credible - Rose was gripped by overwhelming disappointment. She had learned some more about what happened that night, but the overriding question remained unanswered. ‘When you first saw me, I was wandering in the