A silence fell.

'He still could have been her father,' said Adam. 'By someone else.'

'Yes, he could.' Libby looked thoughtfully at her son. 'But it still doesn't explain why he had the power of attorney. And isn't there something about registering it with the Office of the Public Guardian?'

'The what?' said Adam and Lewis together.

'I may have got it wrong,' said Libby, frowning, 'but I'm pretty sure the old Enduring Power of Attorney has been replaced by something else, so presumably the police will be looking at the date it was registered. And if Gerald Shepherd couldn't be found, was it legal to sell his house?'

'G.o.d, I don't know,' said Lewis. 'All I know is the police said Creekmarsh is mine. If Tony had no right to sell it surely the solicitor would have found out?'

'Yes, but you said you didn't have one. So Tony's solicitor could have been bent and glossed over it. Presumably the police have checked the Land Registry or they wouldn't have said it was legally yours.'

'Doesn't it sound,' said Adam slowly, 'as if someone was trying to offload Creekmarsh?'

Lewis and Libby looked at him in surprise.

'Of course!' said Libby. 'That's what it is, Lewis! Either Tony West or Gerald Shepherd or both were trying to get rid of the place because they didn't want to be a.s.sociated with it and anything that might be found there.'

'Right!' Lewis high-fived Adam. 'You're brilliant, mate.'

'Of course.' Adam beamed at them both.

'Well, we still need to find the connection between West and Shepherd,' said Libby. 'I'll get on to it in the morning.'

'Hey, hey, Ma.' Adam stood up. 'No investigating. Remember? You said it yourself.'

'It's only for interest's sake,' said Libby, opening her eyes wide at him. 'And Lewis wants to know.'

'But you told him not five minutes ago that all he could do was wait. And what did that Connell tell you? Keep out.'

'As I said,' said Libby, looking uncomfortable, 'it's just for interest.'

'Hmm,' Adam said and left the room in search of beer.

'Will you tell the police all this, Libby?' asked Lewis in a low voice.

'It's not my place and they wouldn't listen anyway,' said Libby. 'Besides, you can bet that if we've pieced all this together they certainly have. They'll have known all about the sale of the property the minute you mentioned not having been here long, and with their resources everything else would have been laid on a plate for them. I strongly suspect West's solicitor of being bent. I should think he's going to have a lot of explaining to do.'

Lewis was frowning. 'You said daughter-in-law. So what about the son? There must have been one.'

'Yes.' Libby stared at him. 'Of course. I don't remember anything about the son. I don't remember anything about the daughter-in-law, come to that, just that it was she he ran off with. I'll find out tomorrow.'

Lewis looked uncertainly towards the kitchen door. 'Won't Adam be cross?'

Libby laughed. 'He's my youngest son, Lewis, not my keeper.'

'No, course.' He shrugged. 'He seems very grown up to me.'

'Not to me, he doesn't,' muttered Libby.

Just then the wonder boy strolled in carrying a bottle of beer. 'Have you been talking about me?' he asked with a grin.

'Yes,' said Libby, 'but don't get bigheaded about it.'

'I think I'd better get back,' said Lewis standing up. 'Katie's out there all on her own, and it can be a bit well '

'Creepy,' supplied Adam.

'Only because of what's been happening.' Lewis was defensive. 'Thanks for a great meal, Libby. If you pick a date I'll treat you both at your mate Harry's next.'

'You're on,' said Adam, shaking his hand. 'And we'll be back at work soon, will we?'

'Yeah. Mog said he'd pick you up on the way tomorrow. Didn't he ring you?'

'No. I'll give him a ring in a minute.' Adam opened the front door and Sidney shot out.

'Is he all right in the street?' said Lewis anxiously, looking back at Libby.

'Not much of a street, really, is it?' she said. 'He's fine. He'll be over the back and across to the wood in no time.'

When Lewis had gone, Libby went through to clear up in the kitchen while Adam called Mog. She thought she heard raised voices, but when Adam joined her he had a smile on his face.

'Now I know why Mog didn't ring,' he said. 'Fiona's had the baby.'

'No!' Libby sat down on the edge of the table. 'I didn't think she was due yet. What was it?'

'A boy, and no, it wasn't due for a couple of weeks, but it's all great. Started while we were loading up the car, actually, but she didn't want to say.'

'Aah!' Libby gave her son a hug. 'So now what will you do?'

'Can I get a bus to Creekmarsh from here? Mog said I could make a start on the parterre.'

'Do you know how? And it's Sat.u.r.day tomorrow. Are you supposed to be going in to work?'

'Ma! 'Course I know what to do. We're preparing the ground first, anyway. And I want to go in. So how do I get there?'

'You could borrow Romeo. I expect I could ask Ben for a lift if I was stuck,' said Libby doubtfully.

'Thanks, Ma,' said Adam, giving her a hug. 'You're a gem.'

'I know,' sighed Libby. 'A positive jewel.'

The following morning, after Adam had left in high spirits, Libby tidied up the cottage and booted up the computer. Within minutes she was reading the reports of Gerald Shepherd's disappearance.

After the heyday of the seventies and eighties, it seemed, Shepherd had almost fallen into obscurity. A handsome man with distinguished grey hair, he had suddenly reappeared in a political thriller, Collateral Damage, in the mid-nineties. His subsequent celebrity had affected his family adversely, however, his wife leaving with a younger actor to go to America, and his son turning to drugs. The son had, however, made an effort to turn his life around and became something of a celebrity himself, attracting a very attractive young model turned singer, whom he married after a whirlwind romance played out very much in the public eye. All three Shepherds remained popular, although less noticeable, until the son, Kenneth, was recruited for a reality show called Dungeon Trial. Libby's mental ears p.r.i.c.ked up.

It was while he was incarcerated in the fastness of the show's castle that it became apparent that Gerald and Cynthia, known as Cindy, were closer than they should have been. When Kenneth was released from his dungeon, they had vanished. It was a nine-days' wonder in the media, then the next scandal hit the red tops and the next outrage hit the broadsheets and the whole debacle disappeared from view.

Libby sat back and frowned. So where was Kenneth now? And why on earth hadn't he had the power of attorney?

She typed Kenneth Shepherd into the search engine, but the only results were those which she had already seen. She tried Cindy Shepherd, but only came up with the girl's maiden name, which she had kept for career purposes after her marriage. Trying Cindy Dale didn't come up with much either, just lists of her appearances as first a glamour model, then a rather unsuccessful singer with an equally unsuccessful girl band.

Libby typed Dungeon Trial into the search engine. The reality show had started at around the same time as most of the others of the same type, but had foundered earlier. And to her disappointment, the production company behind it wasn't even the same one that produced Housey Housey, so the hope of a possible link to Tony West was demolished. She sighed and sat back in her chair. What she needed was a good long chat with a friendly policeman.

Her eye fell on a packet on the arm of the sofa. She let out an exasperated sigh. After all the trouble she'd gone to making him sandwiches, Adam had left them behind. Hoping, no doubt, to cadge some more of Katie's cooking. Ah well, she thought, switching off the computer and standing up, it wouldn't hurt to pop them over to Creekmarsh, would it?

'Oh, b.u.g.g.e.r,' she said out loud. Adam had gone off with the car. She tried to convince herself it was emergency enough to call Ben and ask for a lift, and although a week ago she would have done so, now she thought better of it.

However, she could call Lewis and tell him. Why wasn't she calling Adam, she wondered, as she keyed in Lewis's number? They were his sandwiches.

'Do you want me to call him?' Lewis asked when she'd told him.

'No, it's OK, I can't get out there because he's got the car. I just wondered if there was any chance Katie could give him a spot of lunch. Sorry to be a nuisance.'

'You're not, don't be daft. Problem is, Katie's not here today, so I'm fending for myself as well. Tell you what, how about I come and pick you up and bring you over here? You can make me some sandwiches, too!'

'Cheek!' Libby laughed. 'It seems a convoluted way round the problem, but OK. I'll bring a picnic.'

'Great, I'll be there about half eleven.' Lewis hesitated. 'D'you look up that stuff?'

'About Shepherd? Yes. I'll tell you when I see you. Or you could Google him yourself.'

'Dunno what I'd be looking for.' Lewis sounded uncomfortable. 'Look, I'll see you later.'

Libby smiled at the receiver and went back into the kitchen to make more sandwiches. If anyone had asked her, she couldn't have said why she wanted to go back to Creekmarsh; all she knew was something was drawing her there. She paused, loaf in one hand, knife in the other. She wasn't getting like Fran, was she? A shiver went through her and she shook herself.

But when she'd packed up her picnic and put on some make-up, she called Fran while she waited for Lewis and told her everything that had been happening.

'Thoughts?' she said when she finished and Fran had been silent for a long time.

'It's all a bit odd.' Libby heard her take a breath. 'I know I said I didn't want to get involved, but I suppose I couldn't come out and have a look, could I?'

'Why not?' Libby was conscious of relief. 'Come out today. I'm going for lunch.' She explained about the sandwiches.

'I'll come over about one, then, shall I? Then I can drive you home.'

'Brilliant. See you later.'

Lewis was delighted to hear of Fran's visit and promised a guided tour of the house and grounds.

'I haven't had that,' said Libby indignantly.

'For both of you, of course,' said Lewis in surprise. 'I was going to take you round today, anyway. The police seem to have gone now.'

Libby nodded absently and stared out of the windscreen. They were just pa.s.sing the turning for Steeple Mount, and Libby could see the woods on the hill that masked Tyne Hall and its chapel. She shivered slightly.

'What's up?' Lewis shot her a quick look. 'You're not cold?'

'No.' Libby pointed. 'That's where they used to hold Black Ma.s.ses and where someone we knew was murdered. There's a chapel behind those woods.'

'Wow. You do see life round here, don't you? What happened?'

'Fran knows more about it than I do,' said Libby. 'Her aunt was murdered.'

'Blimey,' said Lewis, looking at her again and swerving.

'Eyes on the road, Mr Osbourne-Walker,' said Libby, who returned her attention to the scenery while she told him of her findings on the Internet.

Adam met them as they turned into the drive. Lewis opened the window.

'Sorry, mate, nothing I could do about it,' said Adam.

'About what?'

'That b.l.o.o.d.y Big Bertha. She's in there now. With a search warrant.'

Chapter Eleven.

WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD, LEWIS accelerated up the drive and came to a gravel-spraying halt. He disappeared inside leaving the car door open and Libby to her own devices. She climbed out slowly, clutching her basket as Adam caught up.

'What's going on, Ad?'

'I don't know, Ma. They turned up about twenty minutes ago. I tried Lewis's mobile, but it was switched off.'

'He was driving, that's why,' said Libby, remembering seeing the phone on the dashboard. 'Yeah, I know. Anyway, I tried to stop them, but they had a warrant. That woman is a nightmare.' 'But why? They don't think Lewis has any connection to the skeleton or Tony West's death.'

'No, but Tony West sold this place to Lewis. They must think there are traces of him or what'shis-name '

'Gerald Shepherd,' put in Libby.

'Yeah, him.'

'But they must have already searched the house,' said Libby, frowning. 'When the skeleton was found.'

'I don't think they did,' said Adam, shaking his head. 'Remember, at first they didn't think it was a recent body.'

'Oh, yes, that reminds me, how old do they think it is?' 'I don't know. When did Shepherd and the girl go missing?'

'About three years ago, I think,' said Libby. 'You still think it's him?'