got in that way.â His words had lost all their usual power and he looked pale and drawn. He seemed devastated by what had happened to Louise, but for all I knew, it could have been an act. Charlie was a politician so he was used to lying for a living.
He saw me watching him and looked away. âWeâd better take a look round the ground floor and see how he got in.â
I wondered who Charlie meant by âheâ since heâd made a big deal about the fact that Pat had gone back to the mainland and we were alone on the island, but I didnât say anything. Instead I followed Charlie as he led us out of the room in a long, fearful line. En route he picked up a bronze sculpture of an African tribesman, which he clutched in front of him like a club, in what I suppose for him passed as an aggressive pose but which I couldnât help thinking was unlikely to scare any cold-blooded killer in our midst.
He found the open window quickly enough. It was in the downstairs toilet and, although it wasnât the biggest opening in the world, it would have been easy enough to get through. There were streaks of dirt on the toilet seat that looked like theyâd come from the sole of a boot.
When weâd all taken turns to have a look, Charlie shut the window and we retreated to the dining room well away from Louiseâs body.
âIâm getting a nasty sense of déjà vu,â said Marla as we stood round the table. âSeeing Louise like that reminded me of Rachel.â
âWe need to call the police,â I said. âIâm assuming youâve got a landline here.â
Charlie nodded. âI have, but letâs not be hasty about making any calls.â
âWhat do you mean, donât be hasty?â I demanded, trying not to lose my temper. âOur friendâs just been murdered in your house. We have no idea who her killer is, or even if heâs still here in the house somewhere.â
âDo you think I donât know that? I was just talking to Louise about her kidsâ¦â Charlieâs voice was a hoarse shout. âThe problem is if we call the police, we risk having to explain what weâre all doing out here. Donât you think itâll look extremely suspicious coming just after Danny Corridge has been released from prison?â
âRight now that seems to be the least of our problems,â I said. âThereâs a killer on the loose. We can say we were just here for a reunion. The timing might be iffy but itâs not proof we did anything wrong. What do you think, Crispin?â
âI think we should call the police,â said Crispin.
âSo do I,â said Marla. âLuke?â
âI donât know. Charlieâs right. We need to think about this.â
Marla looked aghast. âOur friendâs lying dead with a knife in her heart and you need to think about it?â
Crispin looked thoughtful. âI donât see who could have killed her. The only other person on this island is Pat. How well do you know him, Charlie? He looked a bit of a strange guy.â
âHeâs worked for me for three years. I know him well. I canât see why heâd suddenly turn into a murderer and kill a woman heâs never met before. And he shouldnât even be here. He was going back to the mainland.â
âWell, who the hell does that leave?â said Marla.
No one said anything for a moment. Then I spoke. âOne of us,â I said simply.
*
Everyone looked at me and the room seemed to grow colder as we all took that rather grim statement on board.
âLook, someone broke in,â said Charlie, but he no longer sounded like he believed it.
âThat could have been faked easily enough,â I said, a new authority in my voice. I was scared â God, I was scared â but I was also angry because it was probable that someone in this room was Louiseâs killer. âWho was the last