‘The settee is fine,’ he said. ‘I won’t sleep.’
She padded through to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and called back through the open door. ‘I’m making tea, do you want any?’
‘What kind?’
‘Green tea with mint.’
‘Sure.’
She came through a couple of minutes later with two steaming mugs and placed one on the coffee table next to the settee for Sime. She took hers to the armchair in the pool of light and folded her legs beneath her as she cradled her mug in her hands, as if cold.
‘Well, this is strange,’ she said.
He sat down on the settee and took a sip of his tea, nearly scalding his lips. ‘Is it?’
‘The hunter and his prey calling a truce for the night and sharing a nice cup of tea.’
Sime was stung. ‘Is that how you see me? As a hunter?’
‘Well, I certainly feel hunted. Like you’ve already decided I’m guilty and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll wear me down and catch me out. I have a picture in my mind of a lion and a gazelle. Guess which one I am.’
‘I’m just—’
‘I know,’ she interrupted him. ‘Doing your job.’ She paused. ‘And I’m just someone who saw her husband stabbed to death. I haven’t slept since.’
‘Well, then, we have that in common at least.’
She cast him a curious glance. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I haven’t slept in weeks.’ As soon as he spoke he regretted it, but it was too late to take it back.
‘Why?’
He just shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Something to do with the break-up of your marriage?’ She had gone straight to it and he felt almost guilty. Losing your wife did not fall into quite the same category as seeing your husband brutally murdered.
‘Forget it,’ he said. And he changed the subject. ‘Did you ever find that pendant?’
‘No.’ She gazed thoughtfully into her mug. ‘No, I didn’t. But I have noticed that there are other things I can’t find.’
He replaced his mug on the coffee table, his interest piqued. ‘Such as?’
‘Oh, little things. A cheap bracelet I got as a student. A couple of hair clips, a pair of earrings. Nothing very valuable. And maybe I’ve just mislaid them, but I can’t seem to find them.’
‘Might they not be over in the other house?’
But as if she had decided that she wanted simply to drop the subject, she just shrugged. ‘Maybe.’ But he knew she didn’t believe that. Then, ‘You don’t really think I’m in danger, do you?’
‘From Norman Morrison?’
‘Yes.’
He shook his head. ‘Not really, no. But the lieutenant doesn’t want to take any chances.’
Although she had not nearly finished her tea, she stood up then and carried her mug towards the kitchen, but stopped next to the settee to look at him. ‘Why are you the one they left to watch over me?’
‘I volunteered.’
The merest widening of her eyes was the only sign of her surprise. ‘Why?’
‘Because I knew there was no danger of me falling asleep.’
She held his eye for a long moment, then broke contact and went into the kitchen. He heard her pouring her tea down the sink and rinsing out her mug, then she turned out the light and went through to the back bedroom. A few moments later she appeared with a single white duvet and a pillow. She laid the duvet over the back of the settee and dropped the pillow beside him. ‘Just in case,’ she said. ‘Goodnight.’
The light in the stairwell went out when she’d climbed to the landing. He heard her move across the floor above him, and the creak of her bed as she slipped into it. He flirted momentarily with the thought of her naked between cool sheets, but quickly forced it from his mind.
He sat for a long time in the half-light cast by the reading lamp before getting up to cross the room and switch it off. He went to lock the front door then and turn on the outside light in the porch before going through to lock the back door. Locking doors, he knew, was anathema on the island, but he was not going to take any risks.
He went back to the settee and took off his shoes, then lay along the length of it, his head propped on the pillow she had left. The light from the porch shone through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. By its reflection he picked out the cracks and dimples on the ceiling that would become his focus during the long sleepless hours ahead.
From time to time he heard her turning over and wondered if she, too, was failing to find sleep. There was an odd sense of intimacy in his being here, so close to her as she lay in her bed just above him. And yet there could hardly be a greater gulf between them.