âBut the chances are she was a prostitute. There are plenty round here too, and thereâve been a few girls attacked recently. Itâs a risk they run.â
âThatâs no comfort if youâre dead,â Kate said. âSheâs someoneâs daughter. And why have they arrested Nelson Mackintosh? He seems to be a good family man, looking out for his son with Tess, whoâs one of his teachers  . . .â
âWho the hell is this Nelson Mackintosh?â Barnard asked, looking at her flushed face in astonishment. âWhat on earth is going on? You sound as if youâre getting into something you really shouldnât. And after last time I donât suppose I should be very surprised about that. Come on, tell me all about it. Who exactly is Nelson Mackintosh?â
Slightly reluctantly she told him how she and Tess had bumped into Mackintosh the previous evening and been entertained at his cafe. âHeâs a Jamaican,â Kate said, more airily than she felt. âHis sonâs in Tessâs English class. Sheâd met Nelson before, when he came to the school at the beginning of term to talk about his boy. He runs this Jamaican cafe, called Poor Manâs Corner.â
âJesus wept,â Barnard said. âIâve heard of that. And so has the local nick, I know for a fact. It was Jamaican independence day last year and things blew up at Poor Manâs Corner, if I recall it right. They called out the riot squad in the end. Nicked a lot of them for smoking marijuana â as they do. The local superintendent wanted the place closed down but the magistrates reckoned it was just high spirits, a party that got out of hand. The super was not very pleased with that result, as I hear it. I guess theyâve been keeping a close eye on the place, and on Mackintosh.â
âWell, everyone seemed very well behaved last night,â Kate said defensively. âAnd Nelson seemed like the last man youâd expect to get arrested â for murder no less, according to the bizzy on the door.â
âIâm sure they were on their best behaviour if you were with the boss man, but that doesnât tell you anything about what goes on there when there are no whites around, does it?â
âBut murder?â Kate said mutinously.
âIâm sure the local nick know what theyâre doing,â Barnard said quickly, although he was not at all sure that what they were doing was likely to be in any way straightforward. âThey know this patch.â
âYou donât sound as if you like West Indians very much,â Kate said.
âMost cops would like it better if they stayed at home,â Barnard said flatly. âTheyâve been nothing but trouble since they came to this part of London.â
âWe had an African priest for a bit in my parish when I was a kid, helping Father Reagan,â Kate said. âHe was a very nice man. The kids all loved him.â
âBut he went back home, I bet,â Barnard said.
Kate nodded.
âSo there you are then,â Barnard said.
Kate drained her coffee and pulled her coat back on.
âWill you at least stop taking chances, Kate?â Barnard said. âKeep clear of all this stuff and find a new flat somewhere safer?â
âI didnât really know I was taking chances,â she said.
âHave you been taking photographs too? That might not go down to well with some people.â
âA few,â she lied airily.
âLook, let me take you out tonight and Iâll show you where itâs safe to go and where itâs not. Just a tour round the pubs and clubs, no strings. Youâll enjoy it, I promise. You never know who youâll see slumming in some of these places.â Kate put her head on one side for a moment.
âOK,â she said thoughtfully. âPick me up about eight.â
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