My wifeâs . . . well, my wifeâs very distressed about it. She . . .â
Margot appeared from the bedroom. Her eyes were pink and swollen and she was clutching Dannyâs old brown teddy bear, Mr Rumbles. âFrank?â
âItâs the police. They want to ask me some questions about this morning.â
Margot nodded. âI see.â She turned to Lieutenant Chessman and said, âDo you know who did it yet?â
Lieutenant Chessman shook his head. âNot so far, maâam.â
âAt least I know who killed my son.â
âOh, yes?â Lieutenant Chessman raised one eyebrow.
Frank said, âMargot, for Christâs sake.â
âThere he is,â said Margot, pointing directly at Frank. âDanny was dying and his own father left him bleeding in the back seat of his car while he went to take care of a whole lot of people he didnât even know. His own father. Behold the man.â
Lieutenant Chessman glanced at Detective Booker and then he looked back at Margot. âI have to tell you, Mrs Bell, Iâve been in this game for twenty-seven years and it isnât always easy in such stressful circumstances to make the most appropriate decision.â
âOh, the most appropriate decision. I see. You donât think that saving the life of your only child is not just an appropriate decision, but a critical one?â
âMrs Bell, I really need to talk to your husband alone. I want to go through his recollections, one by one, and I donât want those recollections distorted by any untoward pressure.â
âUntoward pressure? Oh, you mean guilt.â
âMrs Bell, I have to find the group or individual who killed all of those children, and the longer it takes to gather all of the information I need, the further away that group or individual is going to be.â
âYes, of course. Yes. Iâm sounding aggrieved, arenât I?â
âMrs Bell, what youâre feeling â itâs perfectly understandable. But I havenât come here to blame anybody for anything. Iâve come here to collect some more facts, thatâs all.â
âDo you have a child?â Margot challenged him.
âYes, maâam. Three daughters, as a matter of fact.â
âAnd if a bomb went off, would you leave them, even for a minute?â
âIâm sorry, maâam, thatâs a hypothetical question that I canât honestly answer.â
âYou wouldnât leave them for a second, would you, those girls of yours? You certainly wouldnât let them die.â
Lieutenant Chessman said nothing, but shrugged and took out his notebook.
âYou wouldnât let them bleed to death, all alone, would you? Well, would you?â
âIf you donât mind, maâam. Weâre kind of pushed for time.â
Frank sat hunched forward on the couch, his arms wrapped around himself as if he were feeling the cold.
âYou saw the van stop outside the school gates?â Lieutenant Chessman asked him.
He nodded. âI didnât really take any notice of it. It was just a van.â
âIt had no distinguishing markings at all?â
âNot that I recall.â
âDid you notice the driver?â
âNo. It was too far away. Besides, there was no reason to.â
Lieutenant Chessman made a few quick notes, and then he said, âIn your opinion, how tight was the security at The Cedars? The gates to the parking lot were always closed at nine A.M ., or so Iâm told. What happened if you wanted to enter the parking lot after that time?â
âYouâd have to stop at the security booth and show yourself. Or some ID, if Mr Lomax didnât know you.â
âDo you have any first-hand experience of that?â
âWell, sure, Iâve been late taking Danny to school a couple of times, and Mr Lomax would always take a look into the car to see who it was. And