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1 The Cuckoo's Calling

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“What do you want to speak to her for? Tansy’s quite clear that the voice she<br />

heard from upstairs was male.”<br />

“I’m not interested in this girl as a suspect, but as a witness. Lula had an<br />

appointment to meet her at a shop, Vashti, right after she saw you at your<br />

mother’s flat.”<br />

“Yeah, I know; that came out at the inquest. I mean—well, of course, you<br />

know your job, but—I don’t really see how she would know anything about what<br />

happened that night. Listen—wait a moment, Cormoran…I’m at my mother’s<br />

and there are other people here…need to find a quieter spot…”<br />

Strike heard the sounds of movement, a murmured “Excuse me,” and Bristow<br />

came back on the line.<br />

“Sorry, I didn’t want to say all this in front of the nurse. Actually, I thought,<br />

when you rang, you might be someone else calling up to talk to me about<br />

Duffield. Everybody I know has rung to tell me.”<br />

“Tell you what?”<br />

“You obviously don’t read the News of the World. It’s all there, complete with<br />

pictures: Duffield turned up to visit my mother yesterday, out of the blue.<br />

Photographers outside the house; it caused a lot of inconvenience and upset with<br />

the neighbors. I was out with Alison, or I’d never have let him in.”<br />

“What did he want?”<br />

“Good question. Tony, my uncle, thinks it was money—but Tony usually<br />

thinks people are after money; anyway, I’ve got power of attorney, so there was<br />

nothing doing there. God knows why he came. <strong>The</strong> one small mercy is that Mum<br />

doesn’t seem to have realized who he is. She’s on immensely strong painkillers.”<br />

“How did the press find out he was coming?”<br />

“That,” said Bristow, “is an excellent question. Tony thinks he phoned them<br />

himself.”<br />

“How is your mother?”<br />

“Poorly, very poorly. <strong>The</strong>y say she could hang on for weeks, or—or it could<br />

happen at any moment.”<br />

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Strike. He raised his voice as he passed<br />

underneath a flyover, across which traffic was moving noisily. “Well, if you do<br />

happen to remember the name of Lula’s Vashti friend…”<br />

“I’m afraid I still don’t really understand why you’re so interested in her.”

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