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of you.’ And if she were a better person she’d be ashamed of planning to winkle information out of him. ‘I’ll get my things.’
    Tony had parked his own Land Rover in front and they walked out side by side with Katie between them.
    Katie climbed happily into one of the kennels in the back but Bogie started to whine pitiably when Tony went to put him into another one.
    â€˜Let me hold him,’ Alex said. ‘He’ll probably like that better.’
    Tony opened the passenger door for her to get in and put Bogie on her lap. The dog huddled so close she had difficulty buckling her seatbelt.
    â€˜I’m surprised he isn’t fighting to get away from us,’ Alex said when Tony sat beside her and started the engine. She rubbed the dog’s short, wiry curls and got a tentative lick on the back of her hand.
    â€˜Animals aren’t so different from people. You never know how they’ll react to shock.’
    She looked at him and thought about Cathy Cummings.
    A new idea struck her. ‘Why didn’t the police want to examine Bogie? He might have had blood …’
    â€˜He did. I saw to the examination myself – and took samples.’
    â€˜But …’ But what? But wasn’t that weird when, for all the police knew, Tony Harrison could be a suspect? Instantly, her skin felt too small for her scalp.
    â€˜But, what?’ He had driven on to the narrow road between cottages and the green and headed for the track that wound up into the hills. ‘I’ve done the same sort of thing before.’
    It was dark enough that although she could see the glitter of what snow was left on the green, the pond in the center was invisible. ‘What a nasty day this has been.’
    Tony grunted. ‘I don’t get the feeling the police are any further forward, do you?’ He looked at her. His face was angular and looked grim in the dashboard light.
    â€˜No.’ In fact, she had no idea what they might have found out. ‘I don’t suppose they would tell us if they were.’ She was with an old friend. Why couldn’t she relax with him?
    â€˜The dead man didn’t have a wallet or any identification on him.’
    â€˜They told you that?’
    â€˜No.’ He smiled at her and looked completely different, warmer, more like the boy she’d known. ‘I was there when they were checking.’
    â€˜They asked if I knew him,’ Alex said, jolted as they turned uphill. ‘I didn’t get a good look at him really.’
    The dog trembled and she felt his wet nose on her neck. Automatically she rubbed her cheek on the top of his head.
    Tony seemed lost in thought.
    â€˜Did they … was he turned over while you were there? Did you see his face?’
    â€˜I saw a lot of blood, but yes. Whoever did the number with the dart wanted to be sure the victim didn’t rise up and walk again.’ Tony shook his head. ‘Stabbed the thing in and tore at the artery, I should think.’
    Alex shuddered. ‘I don’t think I want to know about that.’ She rubbed her fingers tightly together. ‘Could he have taken his own life?’
    â€˜I said I didn’t know him but there’s something that keeps prodding at me.’ He registered what Alex had asked and puffed up his cheeks. ‘Damned if I know about suicide. Seems an extreme way to pull it off. But almost anything’s possible.’
    Tony slipped into a lower gear. The ground was icy and from the starless sky Alex thought they might have more snow before the night was out.
    She waited for him to continue.
    When he didn’t, she said, ‘What kind of something keeps prodding at you?’
    Again he fell silent and when she glanced at him, his eyes were narrowed, his features set in grim lines once more.
    â€˜What, Tony?’ she pressed.
    â€˜Nothing. I keep expecting to hear the police already know who he was.’
    But there had