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Chapter 8

Priya was not as far along in her pregnancy as I’d thought.

‘Five months,’ she said, through a mouthful of coffee cake. ‘Twins. Bit of a shock.’

‘Got any more?’

She nodded glumly. ‘Two,’ she said. ‘And two stepkids. All girls.’

‘Whoa,’ I said. ‘But congratulations.’

She smiled. ‘I’m excited really, but my husband’s terrified these ones will be girls too. He’s headmaster at Sussex Lodge School – which is all boys. So we can’t even use the discount he gets on school fees.’

I giggled. I liked Priya already.

‘Tell me about your books,’ she said. ‘What are you working on now?’

I made a face. ‘I’m supposed to be writing my third novel featuring Tessa Gilroy, a maverick private investigator who inadvertently gets caught up in domestic mysteries.’

‘Not going well?’

‘Not going at all,’ I admitted. ‘I’m hoping moving down here will help unblock me.’

‘Let me help you,’ Priya begged. ‘I’m so bored.’

‘Bored?’ I said. ‘With four kids and two more on the way?’

She waved her hand as though six children was nothing more than an inconvenience.

‘Jas is at university,’ she said. ‘Millie’s in sixth form, but she’s at her mum’s most of the time anyway, so they’re no trouble. Layla is eight and desperate to be like her big sisters, and Amber is five. She’s quite the little princess and I think not being the baby any more will do her good.’

‘I’m five,’ said Oscar.

Priya looked at him. ‘Then you will be in Amber’s class at school. I’ll bring her along next time we meet up and you can play together.’

I was pleased she thought there would be a next time.

‘I love my job,’ Priya went on. ‘And I’ve got nothing to do. I’m shuffling bits of paper around, because my pregnancy is considered high risk and they won’t let me do anything. Please let me help.’

I picked up my cup of tea.

‘Back in London,’ I said, ‘I had a tame retired police officer – his name is Reg and he’s an old friend of my dad’s. We used to just drink coffee and he’d tell me stories about cases he’d worked on.’

‘And it gave you ideas for stories?’ Priya said, her face lighting up. ‘I can do that. And if you need me to check procedural stuff I can help with that too.’

‘That would be brilliant,’ I said. ‘I was worried about making new contacts down here – and I’ve been thinking about bringing Tessa to the seaside, so I’d need to get to know the police in Brighton.’

‘Where does Tessa normally work?’

‘Camden,’ I drawled, Laaaaahndahn-style. Priya giggled.

‘I’ve got loads of stories from my time in Manchester,’ she said. ‘And Brighton’s got a dark side too.’

‘I don’t doubt it.’ That made me think about what Hal had said. ‘Did you hear what else those guys mentioned?’ I asked Priya. ‘In the shop?’

‘About your books?’

‘No, before that – about our house?’

She looked blank. ‘Must have missed that bit,’ she said. ‘I was engrossed in the doorbell selection.’

‘Hal said there were stories that there had been a murder in our house,’ I said, lowering my voice so the boys didn’t hear. ‘But Ken said he’d lived here since the Seventies and he’d not heard anything.’

There was a flash of interest in Priya’s eyes, which I recognized because I’d seen it in my own face many times.

‘I just thought it might be a good place to start,’ I carried on. ‘For Tessa, I mean.’

Priya gave me an appraising glance. ‘For Tessa?’

I grinned.

‘And for me.’

Priya picked up her teacup and chinked it against mine. ‘I’m on it,’ she said. ‘Watch this space.’