The Sleeping and the Dead by Ann Cleeves Read Free Book Online

and silk flowers, but the women made him Earl Grey to his exact specification and the shortbread was
excellent. The church had been built as part of a new housing development, along with shops and a community centre. They looked out on to a street. A funeral service was taking place in the church
next door. One of the undertaker’s men was standing by the hearse, smoking a cigarette. The women were interested in what was happening and kept coming out into the room to peer through the
window. At a nod from Stout they retreated behind their counter and soon became engrossed in their memories of the dead man. Porteous resisted an impulse to fidget. He wanted to arrange the sugar
cubes into towers, to straighten the birthday cards on a nearby stand.
    ‘I’ve finally met someone who knew Michael Grey,’ he said. ‘The social worker wasn’t much use. He decided the fostering arrangement with the Brices must have been
informal, set up between them and the parents. He’d have no record of that. But he put me in touch with the school. There’s a teacher called Jack Westcott, head of history. He
remembered Michael quite well.’
    ‘I’d take what Westcott said with a pinch of salt,’ Stout said tartly. ‘He’ll have been in the Percy Arms all lunchtime.’
    ‘Is that a regular event? I thought it was just because it was the last day of term.’
    ‘Regular enough. He’s retiring now, so the school hasn’t made an issue of it. He never taught Ruth but I kept an eye on what was going on.’
    I bet they love you at the school, Porteous thought. He said, ‘There’s written confirmation, anyway. A reference from Westcott to help Michael get a place at university.’
    Stout didn’t reply.
    ‘I’m surprised you didn’t know the Brices,’ Porteous went on. Thinking, You know everything about every other bugger in the place.
    ‘For some reason we never bumped into each other. I’ve been asking around though. Stephen Brice was an ordained priest with the Church of England. He worked in Africa before coming
back to be rector here. After he retired he still did a lot of writing and teaching. People I’ve spoken to can’t remember the lad, but they say it would be just like the Brices to take
someone in. They liked young people. Set up a youth group. Run, coincidentally, by Alec Reeves.’
    ‘Was it now?’
    ‘Unfortunately he’d already left the area before Michael went to live with them.’ Stout shrugged. ‘Like you said, I’ll have to let that go.’
    ‘What did you get out of the solicitor?’
    ‘Everything he had to give. The Brices died just over a year after Michael disappeared. There was a car crash on the A1. Stephen died immediately. Sylvia was taken to hospital but passed
away a couple of days later in intensive care. The wills were drawn up by the couple without the help of a solicitor. He said that if he’d been involved he would have worded things a bit
differently, but the intention of the couple was quite clear and he has no doubt the wills are legal documents. They were found with the rest of the Brices’ papers after their deaths. He was
one of the executors and determined to carry out their wishes as best he could.’
    Stout pulled a notebook from his pocket. ‘Each of the wills was identical. The estate was to be left first to the other partner. In the event of the survivor dying it should go to
“our foster son, our gift from God, known as Michael Grey, so he can lead an independent life”. That was it, quoted word for word.’
    ‘No legacies to charity or to the church?’
    ‘No. According to the solicitor, they gave regularly in covenants while they were alive, but there was nothing in the will.’
    ‘Doesn’t that seem odd to you?’
    ‘I don’t think so. It wasn’t a huge estate. Only a small terraced house and a couple of thousand in savings. Perhaps they wanted to give as much as possible to
Michael.’
    ‘Their gift from God.’ Porteous tried to keep the sneer