The Doll's House - [73]

Having concluded the identification, Helen moved them into the relatives’ room.

‘I know this is hard, but I need you to tell me as much as you can about Isobel. Her friends, her study schedule, her habits. We’re working on the assumption that Isobel’s attacker was not known to her, but rather someone who she came into contact with in daily life.’

‘We could have told you that,’ Gemma Lansley said curtly. ‘Isobel didn’t have any friends.’

‘Gemma…’ her husband murmured, a gentle note of warning in his voice.

‘They need the facts, Alastair,’ she shot back quickly, her voice wobbling for the first time. ‘There’s no point dressing things up.’

There was a pause and then Alastair looked straight at Helen.

‘When Isobel… when she was a teenager, she was the victim of a sexual assault.’

‘Go on.’

‘She was walking home from school. Took a short-cut across the heath. The man… the man responsible was caught and imprisoned.’

‘Eight years with time off for good behaviour,’ Gemma added bitterly.

‘But it left a lasting impression on Isobel. She hated open spaces, hated to be outside. She hardly ever left her flat and didn’t really want to share. She had trust issues, I think the psychiatrist said. Hence she lived alone.’

‘She had a limited social circle?’ Helen asked.

‘Limited was the word,’ Gemma said. ‘She deliberately cut herself off from her family, her friends -’

‘Please Gemma, you’re not helping -’

‘Cut herself off from anyone who might have cared for her.’

Gemma Lansley lapsed into silence now, overwhelmed by misery and grief.

‘So she wouldn’t have let someone she didn’t know into the flat?’

‘Have you been listening, Inspector?’ Gemma replied acidly. ‘She wouldn’t let people she did know into the flat. She felt safe only when she was alone behind a closed door.’

Helen nodded, suddenly feeling huge sympathy for the spiky Gemma. Her bitterness was the result of her daughter closing the door on her. Had she too hoped for a reconciliation, a greater closeness later in life?

‘She was security-conscious?’ Helen offered gently.

‘Of course. She didn’t go to great extremes – didn’t have the cash – but she had a very strong lock, a spyhole in case anyone rang the doorbell. And she’d always tell deliverymen to leave things on the doorstep. She hated the idea of coming into contact with strangers.’

‘And yet she must have come into contact with them every day on her way to and from college?’

‘She did, but it was on her terms. She always took the same route at the same times of day, she knew the faces along her route extremely well – not that she’d ever talk to them of course.’

Helen tensed, sensing a breakthrough.

‘Do you remember her route?’

‘Of course. We walked it several times with her when we were over. We stayed in a hotel – obviously.’

‘That’s very helpful and if you can I’m going to ask you to sit down with one of my officers and go over that route. It could be of crucial importance to know where she went and what time of day she went there.’

Gemma nodded without enthusiasm.

‘You think that whoever did this… saw her on her route to and from…’ Alastair petered out, unable to finish this unpleasant thought.

‘If she had few friends and was security-conscious, then yes, it might be that he followed her home.’

Alastair closed his eyes – not wanting to go there – but Gemma looked straight at Helen. She wanted – she needed – the details.

‘Did he hurt her? Was there… a fight?’

‘We don’t think so. When we interviewed the tenants, nobody remembered hearing anything like that. There was no sign of a break-in, no sign of a struggle -’

‘But that doesn’t make sense,’ Alastair butted in. ‘She wouldn’t let anyone in. They must have forced their way in.’

‘Unless they had a key.’

Gemma’s thought hung in the air. Helen had come to the same conclusion already, but hadn’t wanted to say it out loud.

‘Would she have given a key to anyone? A trusted friend? A figure of authority?’ Helen asked.

‘Absolutely not. Not even if she’d been threatened with eviction or expulsion from college – she would never compromise her security in that way,’ Alastair shot back. ‘I really think you’re barking up the wrong -’

‘She had her lock changed,’ Gemma said suddenly.

‘When?’ Helen asked, without hesitation.

‘About… about six months before you say she…’

‘Went missing. Why did she change the locks?’

‘Somebody wrecked the old one. Squirted superglue into it. We thought it was kids at the time, but now…’

It was all starting to make sense.

‘So she got her locks changed?’

‘Yes. I remember it was quite a to-do. She asked her college tutor to come round as she didn’t want to be alone with the locksmith. He obviously thought she was mad but obliged anyway.’

‘Do you remember who changed the lock?’

‘No, but the receipt might be in her effects. She was quite particular like that.’

‘Do you know how many keys were provided?’

‘Two I think. She kept one on her key ring and wore one round her neck as a back-up.’

‘Would she have slept with the key round her neck?’

‘No, she wasn’t that mad. Why?’

‘It might be important, but let’s focus on the keys. So you believe there were two and neither was out of her possession.’