accessory or something.â
I told her that the charge of being an accessory in matters like this was largely a bluff and seldom led to any serious consequences. âHave you got a lawyer?â
She nodded. âYes. Weâve had one all along. Bill Damelian. But heâs really an environmental man. I donât think he does any criminal stuff.â
âDoesnât matter. Environmental lawyers deal with bail and all that stuff regularly. And heâll know who to talk to if it goes any further,â I said. âDonât worry.â
She picked up her glass and looked at me. âFor some unknown bloody reason I believe you. Why would that be?â
âExperience,â I said. âIâve been around lawyers and police and crims for more than twenty years. You get a feel for where the real danger lies. Not always right about it, but â¦â
âOkay, the police took Ramsay off, but he was pretty composed and I got onto Bill. He said heâd be right on it. Youâre saying heâll get Ramsay out.â
I nodded. âIt mightnât go so well for the protest, though.â
She shrugged. âYou win some, you lose some.â She poured some more wine for us. âThanks. Youâre a comfort. Right. Well, Megan. She went off with Damien, Iâm sorry to tell you.â
I repeated what Iâd asked her on the phone. âWillingly?â
âI canât say. I
would
say that I think the scream I heard when I woke up was hers, and that I heard her scream again just before the van roared off.â
âMeaning that the first scream might have been when she saw the body, so she wasnât there when it happened, and the second one was a protest at being dragged off?â
âI hope so. For her sake and yours.â She looked at me keenly. âI donât really know you, of course. But just at a guess Iâd say youâre taking this missing persons case rather personally. How come?â
I told her. Before she could respond the phone rang.
She took the call and from the few words I heard I guessed it was from the lawyer so I moved out to the back verandah to give her some privacy. The back garden bore the same hallmarks of neglect as the front. It was somehow sad. Iâve never lived with anyone long enough or in an appropriate place to reshape a piece of land together. Clearly, thatâs what had happened here once. A fishpond showed signs of heavy workânot professionally done, but satisfactorily. The flowers in the well-mulched garden beds had been carefully tended at one time; not anymore.
I wandered down the overgrown path and found a screened-in vegetable garden that told the same storyâcrude but solid carpentry, a considerable amount of earth moved, subtle touches.
âWhatâre you doing?â
I turned to see Tess on the verandah, shielding her eyes against the late afternoon sun. Her posture was tense, almost aggressive. I walked back, careful to avoid a rake that lay on the ground, teeth up.
âI was getting out of your way while you were on the phone. Something bad?â
She nodded. âTheyâre charging Ramsay as an accessory to unlawful death and opposing bail. I thought you said accessory charges didnât amount to anything.â
She was upset, looking for someone to blame. Lawyers are great at deflecting blame, I seem to have a knack for attracting it. âIt depends. What does the lawyer say?â
âHe says heâs working on it. Ramsayâll have to stay in custody tonight at least.â
âIt wonât be so bad. Heââ
âOh, heâll love it! Heâs been looking for it for ages. Martyrdomâs just his style, the idiot.â
We went back into the house and Tess made coffee. It seemed to fit the new mood. She told me that her parents had died in a plane crash when Ramsay, who was ten years younger than her, was fifteen. Sheâd seen him through