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‘I have a series of cheques that were drawn on the charity account and signed by both you and your mother. One is made out for almost fifty thousand pounds and was used to purchase a four-wheel-drive vehicle. The salesman remembers the buyer well. Where is that vehicle now, Powell? ‘
Lydia was aghast at the question. Virginia had changed her car before she disappeared? And for a larger, more expensive model? She was disconcerted by the information, but steady in her determination to protect the older woman from the consequences of her crime. ‘I don’t know… ‘
‘All of the cheques we have retrieved so far relate solely to purchases made by virginia Carlton, or payments made by her to settle personal debts. When did you sign those cheques’?’ the inspector queried, but did not wait for her to respond.
‘lt must’ve been difficult for you to deal with the day-to-day expenses of the charity fashion show when you and your mother lived so far apart. I gather the financial arrangements were left in her hands as she was on the spot. Did you pre-sign cheques for her convenience’?’
‘NO she did that for me,’ Lydia insisted, a tad desperately.
The older man sighed. ‘lf you persist with this stance you will in all likelihood be charged with aiding and abetting your mother to defraud the Happy Holidays charity. All the current evidence, up to and including her careful disappearance, suggests that she was the prime instigator of the theft.’
‘No, no, she wasn’t! ‘ Lydia exclaimed, her hands twisting together on her lap.
‘And telling silly tales is unlikely to convince me, or any judge, to the contrary,’ he spelt out impatiently. ‘stop wasting our time, Powell. In due course your mother will be found and prosecuted. There is nothing you can do to alter that. I suggest that you go home now and think over your position very carefully.’
Lydia was on the brink of tears of frustration and fear when she left the police station. How could she have made such a mess of things? She had failed to convince the police that she was the culprit, and her mother was about to be hunted down to her hideaway wherever that was and dragged off to court regardless. Of only one thing was Lydia certain, and that was that her frightened parent could not be hiding out in some palace with a pool on the French Riviera!
Although Lydia had been shattered when she’d realized what her mother had done, she had understood how desperate Virgina must have been. In the spring, Lydia had reluctantly agreed to lend her name to the charity fashion show that Virginia had set her heart on staging, and had contacted several other models.
It had been around that time too that Dennis had cornered Lydia to ask her for money.
Lydia had been astonished, because her stepfather was well aware that the failure of the nightclub had left her penniless.
‘But you know 1 don’t have anything left.’
‘Oh, come on. 1 wasn’t born yesterday.’ His heavy face had been taut with fake joviality. ‘You must have at least one secret account a cash reserve you keep quiet. Tell me about it 1 won’t let on to the tax maul’ Lydia raised a brow at such wishful thinking. ‘lf only’.
‘I don’t believe you…you’ve got to be holding out on me. l’ve been offered a terrific opportunity but 1’ m short of capital.’
‘I can’t help’
Angry resentment flashed in his pale blue eyes. ‘Not even for your mother’s sake’?’
Lydia winced. ‘I can’t give you what 1 don’t have.’
”Then isn’t it about time you stopped playing at being a garden labourer and got back to the catwalk, where you belong’?’ Dennis demanded accusingly. ‘You could cover the losses we made on the club in a couple of months.’ It had worried her that her stepfather should still be expecting her to provide him with cash when he should have been capable of earning his own healthy crust. It had not occurred to her, though, that anything could be seriously amiss.
But, amidst conflicting stories from the Happy Holidays charity director about payments that hadn’t arrived and a cheque that had bounced, and her mother’s differing explanations for those same issues, Lydia had finally travelled to Cheltenham to visit. There she had been amazed to discover that Virginia had already sold the home that her daughter had purchased for her and moved into a hotel.
‘What on earth’s going on?’ Lydia had asked, when her pretty blonde mother had opened the door of her hotel room. ‘Why have you sold the house?’ The older woman treated her to an embittered appraisal.
‘I can’t believe you have the nerve to ask. After all, you ‘re the one responsible for wrecking my marriage’ Lydia gasped. ‘I , how? What have l done’?’ You put my husband out of work. Now, not surprisingly because we’ve had dreadful financial worries and l had to sell the house Dennis has left me for another woman! Do you have any idea how l feel?’ Lydia experienced such a fierce jolt of sympathy for her deserted mother that she attempted to hug her.
‘For goodness’ sake, Lydia… Oh, all right.’ Stiffly, Virginia submitted to being comforted.
‘I am so very sorry,’ Lydia whispered with pained sincerity.
‘We11, it’s too late for sorry now, isn’t it’? lf you’d gone back to modelling when we asked you, l’d still have a husband and a house l could afford to live in. Lydia felt horribly guilty because she had put herself first when she’d refused to abandon her garden design course. Her heart ached for her mother, who adored her second husband. Having accepted virginia’s love and trust, Dennis had hurt and humiliated her. Lydia understood exactly how that felt, because it was barely eighteen months since she’d suffered the agony of a similar rejection at the hands of Cristiano.
Fortunately for her, passionate love had turned to energizing hate while she tormented herself for her own gullibility.
‘What am l going to do?’ Virginia suddenly sobbed.
‘l’ m so scared! ‘ For an instant Lydia was taken aback by the unfamiliar sight of her mother crying, but she was quick to offer reassurance. ‘It’s going to be all right. Whatever happens, I will be here, and together we can get through this.’
‘But l’m in so much trouble,’ the older woman had confided tremulously, glancing up with a sidewise thicker of her eyes at her daughter. ‘You have no idea how much…’
Her anxious thoughts sinking back to the present, Lydia walked home from the police station through the park. The steady rain would serve to conceal the tears on her cheeks, she thought wretchedly. She felt such a failure. She could not help Virginia if the police refused to believe her story.
Why was it that she always ended up letting her mother down’? And how many times had she already cost Virginia the man she loved’? Had there been some curse put on her at birth’?
First there had been Lydia’s father, who would never have gone sailing in that wretched little boat had it not been for the pleas of his more adventurous daughter. It was true that it had been a terrible accident which nobody could have foreseen, but that did not alter the appalling conseqencies.
Then there had been Rick, Virginia’s boyfriend when Lydia was a teenager. Lydia shuddered when she recalled the ugly ending of that relationship, and the bitter recriminations that had come her way. Whether she liked it or not, she had been the ca
use of that break-up too, and once again her mother had ended up heartbroken and alone.
With such a history behind them, Lydia had been delighted when Virginia had met Dennis Carlton and found happiness again. Although Lydia had disliked her stepfather, she had been content to pretend otherwise for her mother’s sake. lf only her mother had foreseen that in her desperation to keep her husband, and lessen the strain on their marriage, she would feel that her only option was to steal to pay the bills.
When Virginia had tearfully confessed the whole sorry tale, Lydia had immediately promised to protect her.
With such a history behind them, Lydia had been delighted when Virginia had met Dennis Carlton and found happiness again. Although Lydia had disliked her stepfather, she had been content to pretend otherwise for her mother’s sake. lf only her mother had foreseen that in her desperation to keep her husband, and lessen the strain on their marriage, she would feel that her only option was to steal to pay the bills.
When Virginia had tearfully confessed the whole sorry tale, Lydia had immediately promised to protect her.
Virginia had been terrified, and so grateful. Recalling the rare warmth that her mother had shown her that day, Lydia felt her eyes overflow afresh. Virginia would never be able to cope with the shame of a legal trial or the vigours of prison life.
Overnight, however, it seemed that the balance of power had changed. Lydia’s readiness to take the blame for the stolen cash was no longer enough to save her mother’s skin. The police were intent on finding Virginia, and there was now only one way that Lydia could keep her pledge to get the older woman off the hook.
Soaked to the skin and numb with cold, Lydia leant back against the worn front door of her home and closed it behind her. She lifted Cristiano’s business card. lf he repaid the missing money, the charges would be dropped and her mother would be able to come home again.
Virginia would be safe and wasn’t that all that truly mattered’? She chose to text rather than phone Cristiano, because she could not bear to make a surrender speech.
