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The tears escaped from her eyes and rolled over her cheeks. ‘Did she know where he was?’
Penn shook his head.
‘Whatever she told you, he was a good dad. He loved me. I didn’t want him to stay away. I loved him,’ she sobbed.
‘I’m sorry, I—’
‘Did someone hurt him?’ she asked.
‘No. He died of natural causes.’
‘Where?’
‘Stourbridge,’ he offered vaguely. He didn’t want to put the picture in her head of him being on the streets, alone. Her mum could do that if she wanted to.
‘Can I go to his funeral?’ she asked, wiping away the tears.
‘We’ll inform your mum once we have the details.’
‘No. She won’t tell me. Will you take my number and let me know? I need to be able to say goodbye properly.’
He took out his phone, opened it and passed it to her.
‘Put your number in. I’ll let you know.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, adding herself as a contact.
This girl was an innocent in all this.
‘Do me one favour though,’ he said. ‘Go easy on her. You might not agree with everything she’s done but she was the one who kept you safe.’
She nodded and he stepped aside for her to get into the house.
Penn knew his work here was over. The man had been identified and his family had been informed. And yet his gut was telling him that he hadn’t done enough.
THIRTY-THREE
Between Penn’s memory and Stacey’s ability to bend the electoral register to her will, Kim now had an address for Richard Blake in Kinver. Given that Azim’s murder was linked to the psychic community, she was hoping that the man who’d written the book could help them understand a bit more about how psychics operated and give them an insight into the type of people that used them.
The cottage lay on a narrow lane at the edge of town, with cars parked end to end, except for a skip outside their target property.
Bryant followed the winding road to a pub car park and pulled up opposite three white Transit vans emblazoned with the same livery.
‘Hope he’s not going to mind us just popping in,’ he said, locking the car.
‘I shouldn’t think so,’ she said as he fell into step behind her. There was no footpath so it was either the middle of the road or single file between the houses and the parked cars.
‘He’s a writer and we’re going to be asking him questions on his chosen subject of interest. Bit like asking you to wax lyrical aboutStrictly.’
‘Really, guv?’
Just because she hadn’t teased him for a while didn’t mean she’d forgotten that he and Jenny still took the ballroom dancing lessons.
‘Bloody hell,’ she cried as a loud bang sounded behind her as she knocked the door.
She stepped back and looked up. The front bedroom window was open and a builder stood with a piece of wood poised to follow what he’d already thrown.
‘Sorry, love, didn’t see you there.’
