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I’ve watchedLine of DutyandBroadchurch. I know whatjust routinemeans.
‘We’re talking to everyone who may beconnected to Felix Porter’s disappearance,’ DS Mehdi adds, turning from the bookcase.
‘My wife’s not connected to his disappearance,’ I say.
He smiles wolfishly. ‘I’m sure.’
If this interview is routine I’m a Dutchman. They must know about Millie’s run-ins with Felix: she nearly broke the man’s bloody finger in front of at least a dozen witnesses. If she hadn’t just saved his son’s life Felix would probably have pressed charges, and he’d have been well within his rights.
I watch suspiciously as DS Mehdi strolls over to the low cabinet beneath the flatscreen TV, and picks up a stack of DVDs. ‘Old-school,’ he observes, thumbing through them. ‘DVDs, I mean.’
‘You can’t always stream the classics,’ I say.
‘Soldier Soldier. Nice. Robson Green was great in that. Wife and I were watching him the other day inGrantchester—’
‘Look, should I call a lawyer?’ I ask suddenly.
‘Why?’ DS Mehdi asks nicely, putting down the DVDs. ‘Do you think your wife needs one?’
Yes, I think she needs a lawyer!I think there’s a good chance my wife—
That shewhat, Tom? Murdered a man in cold blood?
‘Of course not,’ I say. ‘I’m just covering the bases, you know.’
‘She’s very welcome to come down to the station with legal representation,’ DCI Hollander says. ‘But we’re not interviewing your wife under caution, Mr Downton. We only want to ask her a few questions. Shouldn’t take long.’
My wife saves lives, she doesn’t take them. She may not be a people person, but she’s not a stone cold killer either.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
No. That was different.
Something Millie said earlier, when she wastalking about the desperate fraud victims, the pensioners scammed by Copper Beech, plays on a loop in my head.Do you seriously think one of them went round to his house, picked up a kitchen knife, stabbed him through the heart, got rid of the body and cleaned up the crime scene without anyone being any the wiser?
It was so oddly specific.
I can imagine Millie doing exactly that.
Except she’s smart enough to know you can never clean up a crime scene these days, not properly. If she wanted to murder Felix, she wouldn’t do it in a way that’d leave blood spatter, or DNA evidence on the murder weapon. She’d think of a way to get rid of him that’d ensure no trace of him was ever found—
Stop. Millie didn’t murder Felix.
But the pieces are falling into place whether I want them to or not.
That Sunday I came back from the museum with Peter and found her asleep in bed at five in the afternoon, her hair still damp from the shower.
Her slip of the tongue a few days later when I suggested Stacey might have gone back to her husband: ‘She can’t have—’
Why couldn’t Stacey have gone back to Felix?
Millie, what did you do?
I know what my wife is capable of. And she’s been in thrall to Stacey Porter ever since she met the woman. Felix warned me:Stacey’s like a Venus flytrap…She lures you in, and by the time you realise what’s happening, it’s too late.
Did Stacey persuade my wife to help her get rid of her ‘abusive’ husband? Or did Millie buy into Stacey’s carefully crafted portrayal of herself as the victim of Felix’s domestic violence and simply take the law into her own hands?
It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what she’s done. Milliewill always have my unquestioning and unwavering support. No qualifiers, nobuts.
