Page 115 of The Half Sister

‘I told them that Jess,Jessica, works here, but isn’t in today,’ offers Matt.

Kate’s eyes widen as she tries to read whether he’s telling the truth or not. It’s impossible to tell.

‘Mr Walker tells us you have a personal connection to Miss Linley,’ DS Connolly goes on.

‘Er, possibly,’ says Kate. ‘It’s a little contentious.’

As soon as she says it, she wants to claw it back in. You should never use the word ‘contentious’ when talking to the police – it opens up a whole host of questions.

DS Connolly raises her eyebrows in interest, as if proving the point. ‘Really?’ she asks. ‘In what way?’

Kate looks helplessly from one detective to another. ‘Can I just ask what this is about?’

‘We’re investigating cold cases,’ pipes up DC Stephens. ‘And this article has piqued our interest. We just wondered if we could ask you a couple of questions.’

Kate nods. ‘What’s the case?’ she asks, her voice wavering.

Stephens looks to his superior for permission to tell her. She gives a little nod.

‘We’re trying to trace a baby found abandoned in Harrogate in 1996,’ he says. ‘And Miss Linley says she was born there, around that time, to unknown parents. Is that true?’ asks DC Stephens.

‘It’shertruth,’ says Kate, as a heat creeps slowly up from her toes, burning her skin from the inside out as it travels.

‘What do you mean by that?’ steps in DS Connolly.

‘I mean, it’s what she believes to be true,’ says Kate. ‘It may not prove to be the case, but it’s what she believes, at this moment in time, given the information available to her.’

She wonders if she’s talking too much. Saying too many words when a few would be enough.

‘Are you familiar with the town at all?’

Kate nods, as pinpricks of sweat spring to every pore. ‘I spent my early childhood there,’ she says, trying to ignore the split-second glance between the two detectives.

‘Can I ask what time period that was?’ asks Stephens.

Kate looks up at the treble-height ceiling and the marble-wrapped pillars that hold it up. ‘Erm, I was born there in 1984 and left to come to London in 1996.’

‘So around the same time that Ms Linley was born?’ Stephens asks rhetorically. ‘Did you move down with your family?’

Kate’s fast losing the ability to talk, her throat feeling as if it’s closing in on itself.

‘Mmm.’

‘And your family are?’

‘Erm, there’s me, my sister, my mother and my late father.’

‘Can I just take down their names?’ asks Stephens, reaching into his back trouser pocket and pulling out a notebook.

She glances at Matt, whose unchanged features send a surge of calmness through her addled brain.

‘My sister is Lauren Carter, my mother is Rose, and my late father was Harry.’

‘And your parents’ surname?’ asks Stephens, with pen poised.

‘Do you mind if we sit down?’ asks Kate, feeling herself swaying.

‘She’s pregnant,’ says Matt, taking hold of her elbow and guiding her over to the modern leather couches that look far too small for the vast space. Kate watches as he goes to fetch her a glass of water, willing him to hurry up.

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