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“Sounds good,” I tell her, smiling, “when you say it like that.”
“Vodka, neat,” she tells the barman.
“Do I need to ask where you’ve been?”
She takes her drink, knocking it back in one. “There were some loose ends to tie up.”
I take a piece of her hair and wrap it around my finger. “Are those ends tied?”
“Almost,” she replies. “Let’s go home.”
We’re awoken by a knock at the door. I stretch out, looking around and realising we’re in our new home. Rosey stirs beside me, and I run my hand over her naked arse. I spent most the night worshipping her body, so it’s no surprise we’re both still in bed. I pull on some joggers and rush down to answer the door, where I find two police officers. My heart stutters. “Mr. Taylor?”
“That’s me.”
“We’re looking for Rosey White.”
“She’s asleep. Is it urgent?”
He nods. “It’s about her mother, Connie White.”
I let them in and show them to the kitchen. As I approach the stairs, Rosey is already descending, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “You didn’t wake me.”
“There’re some visitors,” I whisper. “Two police officers. They said it was regarding your mum.”
She suddenly looks alert but takes a deep calming breath before pasting a worried look on her face. I follow her back into the kitchen. “What’s going on?” she asks.
“We’re very sorry, Miss White, but your mother was found dead this morning in her flat.”
Rosey grabs on to the kitchen worktop to support herself. “Dead? How?”
“It seems she overdosed on heroin. She left a note,” he says, handing her a clear plastic evidence bag.
Rosey takes it and scans it before handing it back. “It doesn’t surprise me. She’s been hanging around with some bad people. She was bound to fall into old habits eventually.”
“Yes, she was found with Dougie Harrison. He had also overdosed.”
Rosey rolls her eyes. “She probably did it to be with him. The old cow never could live without a man.”
“A full autopsy will be carried out at the coroner’s request, but we’re not looking for anybody else.”
I place an arm around Rosey’s shoulders and kiss her gently on the head. “I’ll show you out,” I tell them before leading them to the exit.
When I go back to the kitchen, Rosey is making coffee and humming to herself. “Are you okay?” I ask.
“Tiptop,” she singsongs.
“Was she alive when you left her last night?” I ask cautiously.
She pauses to look at me. “What do you take me for, a monster? I’d never kill my own mother.” She goes back to humming.
“So, what happened?”
“You heard the officer, she overdosed.”
I round the kitchen island and take her hand, halting her coffee making. “Rosey, you’re not alone anymore. We can talk about this shit.”
She lowers her eyes. “I told you they’d be my last kill, Bert. Dougie was no accident. Mum had a choice, and I guess she chose the easy option.”
