didnât.â
âIâve done the bank. I thought Iâd have a word with this Kit Bridges. Has Sally been in yet?â
Gina went through what Salvatore reported.
âI agree with you,â Angelo said. âSomethingâs missing. Iâll see what the Bridges woman has to say. Then Iâll try to find her friend from the pub.â
Gina said, âHow was Jack Shayler?â
âThereâs something wrong there, too,â Angelo said. âHe left the house at 7.40 and he went to work. That much is like the wife said. But the route was different.â
âShe said he always goes the same way.â
âNot today. From Bartlett Street he was supposed to turn at Bennett Street. But he turned at St Andrews Terrace, along the raised pavement.â
âWhatâs there?â
âAntiques and pizza on one side. A drop to a row of garages on the other.â
âAnd does St Andrews Terrace lead to The Circus?â
âAt the end you turn right, up a passage, and you get to The Circus by carrying on across the forecourt of the Assembly Rooms and turning left on Bennett Street. Itâs about the same distance. But something else happened,â Angelo said. âIn front of the Assembly Rooms.â
âIsnât that where the Costume Museum is?â
âIn the basement, yes.â
âSo what happened,â Gina asked. âHe tried on a dress?â
âHe sat down on a bench. Thereâs a phone box and a bench. As he walked past the phone box he looked at his watch. Then he sat down on the bench. He stayed there for two minutes. 7.49 to 7.51.â
âAnd?â
âHe got up again and walked to his office. He went through the door there at 7.54. Apart from two minutes on the bench he didnât stop, or talk to anyone, or nod or look into a window or wave at a girl. He didnât pick up any packages or drop off any envelopes or shoot anybody.â
âHow curious,â Gina said. âWhat do you think?â
âWhy tell his wife that he needs to go the same way every day but then go a different route today? Whatâs the point of lying about things like that? It canât be important, can it?â
âYou mean if a man lies to his wife it should only be about important things?â
âThatâs my policy,â Angelo lied.
Kit Bridges lived in a basement flat in one of the crescent terraces which ranged up the cityâs hillsides like an audience of toothy grins. She was home when Angelo arrived but she was about to leave. She was wearing faded denims and a black singlet and she looked stunning. Angelo was stunned.
âAre you all right?â Kit Bridges asked.
Angelo nodded. Then he said, âWeâve put together a description of the detective whoâs looking for you.â Angelo repeated the details Salvatore had given Gina, down to the knobbly hands. âDoes it sound like anyone you know?â
âNo,â Kit Bridges said. âCheryl described him too, but I canât think of anyone who looks like that.â
Cheryl, the friend who worked part-time behind the bar at the Rose and Crown, had a home address in the East Twerton part of the city. Kit Bridges also supplied Cherylâs phone number and the name of her own modelling agency. Then Angelo walked her to her car.
Mrs Shayler did not come to the office until just after lunch. When she arrived she went straight to a chair by the window with the plants. She looked pale and pained. She said, âI canât go on like this. I canât. Iâve just painted three thatched roofs blue. Itâs unbearable.â
Gina made tea and even held Mrs Shaylerâs hand for a few minutes. Although the two women were about the same age Gina treated her client as if they were separated by a generation. Only after watching Mrs Shayler finish her tea and consume a digestive biscuit did Gina ask about events in the Shayler household
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