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.She wanted something from Danesbrook and Horton didn't think it was sex.In fact, given her background he knew it wasn't.Sex had just been a tool to extract information.He said, 'How long did the affair last?'Danesbrook shrugged, 'A few months.We split up after the protest ended.'I bet you did, thought Horton, drawing satisfaction from the fact he'd been right.'And let me guess,' he sneered, 'you didn't meet up again until a year ago, here on the island.'Danesbrook's eyes jumped to Cantelli and back to Horton.He swallowed hard but said nothing.Horton didn't need him to.A year ago Bella had become Sir Christopher Sutton's housekeeper.With a harder edge to his voice, Horton continued.'Then you and Bella Westbury hatched a plan to screw the old boy out of a considerable amount of money.Whose idea was it, yours or Bella's?''It wasn't like that.'Horton thrust his face close to Danesbrook's.'No? I'll tell you what it was like.You met Bella, she told you about Sir Christopher's career and his interest in the environment, and then the two of you dreamt up the charity scam.Sir Christopher bought you that car and gave you money, but it wasn't enough, so you got him to include you in his will.Then Bella Westbury told you that Arina Sutton had also made a will after the death of her father and had bequeathed her inheritance to the same benefactors her father had given bequests to.The temptation was too great.You got scared that Arina might change her will later, so you and Bella Westbury decided to kill her.''No!' Danesbrook protested, alarmed.'I haven't killed anyone and neither has Bella.''Are you sure about that?'Danesbrook licked his lips, his Adam's apple jumped up and down as his eyes skittered around the room.The sweat was running off his forehead.'She wouldn't.'Horton ignored his pathetic denial.'But Owen Carlsson guessed it was you, or perhaps he recognized that it was your car Bella was driving, as it slammed into Arina's body, so he too had to die.''This is crazy.''And then it was Jonathan Anmore's turn.Did he overhear you and Bella talking about it?' Suddenly, a worrying thought flashed into his mind: Bella had called on Charlie Anmore.Was it to check that his son hadn't said anything about her and Danesbrook's scam? Was Charlie in danger? He almost broke off from questioning Danesbrook to get Cantelli to check the old man was OK, but then he thought it unlikely Jonathan would have said anything to his father.'You have to believe me,' Danesbrook pleaded.'We haven't killed anyone.''Get your coat.''But you said I could stay if I cooperated.''Did I? Sergeant, call a car to take him in.'Danesbrook looked like a man who'd just seen his winning lottery ticket flushed down the toilet.'You've got this all wrong, Inspector.We were going to get money from Sir Christopher, I admit that.He had plenty and his daughter didn't need it all, there was no real harm in that, but we wouldn't and didn't kill anyone.'Horton wasn't convinced.He reckoned they were both capable of murder and a million pounds was a powerful motive.Of course that didn't fit with the deaths of Helen and Lars Carlsson.But that didn't mean there wasn't a reason.Only one he hadn't yet discovered.As Cantelli stepped into the hall to call in, Horton said to Danesbrook, 'Where were you in March 1990?''I can't remember.Why do you want to know?'Horton glared at him.'All right.Let me think.' After a moment his haggard features brightened.'I was in London, at the Poll Tax riots.''All month?''Pretty much.The riot was planned for the end of the month, the thirty-first of March, so there was a lot of organizing to do beforehand.That was one of my more successful demonstrations,' he added boastfully.'It killed the tax dead.We showed the government they couldn't ride roughshod over us.' He gave a tentative smile.'For someone who has spent most of his life on benefit and hardly paid a pound in taxes that's a bit rich,' Horton spat scornfully [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]