On second thought, no, I said, my voice too loud. Hector seemed to flinch.
He sighed. ‘You’ve got what you wanted.’I absorbed this. ‘So you think that Trevor Bellows has been blackmailing Belinda?’
‘That’s certainly what it looks like.’‘Do you think he took the photos? Or did he come by them through other means?’‘I don’t know. But we do need to speak to Bellows at his earliest convenience.’
I shook my head, as much in dismay as in a bid to get the images of Belinda out of my mind. ‘It’s horrid,’ I said, ‘and he’s clearly a bastard. But that doesn’t mean he had anything to do with dead bodies rising up from the ground. You should pass this on to the police and let them deal with it. It’s out of our remit.’Winter grimaced. ‘It’s a strange world when you’re the one suggesting we do things by the book. Unfortunately I came by these during an illegal search. The police will have their hands tied. Unless Belinda herself makes a complaint, they can’t act.’
I cast my mind back, thinking of all the times I’d seen Belinda and Bellows together. ‘I’ve not noticed anything that suggests she despises him or that she’s scared of him. Truthfully, most of the time he seems completely beneath her attention. She’s the star and he’s just the hired help.’
‘This is assault, Ivy.’I was in the mood for beheadings.
I woke up the day after the grief group with a glorious revelation.I didn’t have to be sad anymore! I’d been so sad these past few weeks, shaking in my sleep, for God’s sake, scared and stunned, feeling like a cannonball had gone through my chest and taken out everything.
But I could be done with that. My duty was fulfilled. Already, the grief group had worked wonders.Symbolically, I was lying in the middle of our huge bed. My huge bed. No more sleeping on the left side. Also, the sun was streaming through the windows, and I could see the Japanese cherry tree, laden with impossibly pretty blossoms, gently swaying in the wind.