Page 57 of Silent Scream

‘I’m a detective. Her name has come up in connection with that over there.’

‘Oh yes, she used to work at Crestwood. She was the housekeeper for about twenty years.’ The girl suddenly smiled. ‘She used to take me with her sometimes if she worked at weekends. I’d help with changing the beds or some washing. I’m not sure how much help I was.

‘All the girls loved her even though she took no nonsense from them. They seemed to respect her. They didn’t cheek her and she got lots of hugs.’

‘I bet the rest of the staff loved her as well.’

Paula shrugged and then smiled. ‘Uncle Billy did.’ She nodded to the bottom of the hill. ‘He used to live down there.’

Kim was intrigued. ‘How did you know Billy?’

‘Sometimes my nan would watch his daughter for a bit so he could go shopping.’ The girl smiled and looked up at the chimney. ‘She was only supposed to sit and watch Lucy but my nan couldn’t do that. She’d always find a couple of jobs to do before he got back, just a bit of ironing or vacuuming. And I’d play with Lucy. When he came back she wouldn’t mention anything she’d done. She didn’t want thanks, she just wanted to help.’

‘It sounds like your nan was a very special lady,’ Kim said and meant it.

‘We never went back after the fire and my nan said they’d moved away.’ Paula thought for a moment. ‘You know, a lot changed for my nan after that fire. She’d never been an old nan, if you know what I mean, but after the fire it’s like something went out of her.’

Kim found herself wondering why Mary Andrews had lied about William Payne having moved away.

‘Did you ever ask her about it?’ Kim pushed gently.

She knew she was taking advantage of the girl's need to talk about her grandmother. Talking about a person so recently lost kept them alive in your heart and your mind. It preserved the link, the bond. Kim hoped they were helping each other.

Paula nodded. ‘One time and she got very angry with me. I remember it well, because my nan never got angry with me. She told me never to mention that place or those people ever again. So I didn’t.’

Kim noted that the girl’s body was shivering. Her whole body rocked but smoke continued to billow out of the chimney.

‘You know, someone said something to me once and I always remembered it.’ Kim recalled it clearly. It had been at the funeral of foster parents number four and she’d been thirteen years old.

The innocent, unlined face turned towards her eagerly, desperate for some comfort, as Kim had been, although she had shown no one.

‘I was told that the body is no more than a jacket which gets cast off when it’s no longer needed. Your nan isn’t there any more, Paula. The jacket she wore caused her pain but she’s free of that now.’

Kim looked up at the smoke, thinner now. ‘And I think the jacket is gone now, and so should you be.’

The girl stood. ‘Thank you. Thank you very much.’

Kim nodded as the girl turned. Any words would cushion the grief for a matter of moments. Intrinsically selfish in nature, grief was for the living. It was a measure of how keenly one felt their own personal loss, and in some cases, as Kim knew, their regret.

Kim watched as Paula trotted down the hill. She had considered telling the girl that Lucy still lived in that same house, but her grandmother had lied to the child for a reason and Kim had to respect that.

The ringing of her phone brought her back to the present. It was Dawson.

‘Guv, where are you?’

‘So close I can almost smell your aftershave.’

The day was developing into a bad episode of theTwilight Zone.

‘Good, Guv, ‘cos we need you back here right away.’

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, sprinting towards Bryant.

‘That magnet machine has just gone mental. It looks like we have another body.’

Twenty-Nine

Kim travelledthe distance faster on foot than Bryant in the car. She passed Doctor Bate and Keats loading boxes into a van.