Since Drew had reached the conclusion that he could weather the burial the following day in spite of not having concluded his investigations, his new-found confidence seemed to get stronger as the day wore on. He dated it from the moment when he realised that Genevieve had been there, with a dead phone line, all along when he’d tried to phone her. A silly irrelevant detail, perhaps, but it had strengthened something in him. Restored a faith that had been sliding away. There was more about Genevieve that he didn’t yet understand – but he hoped he would before long. She was hiding something, something deeper than guilt over her mother’s death. It could be guilt over the years of estrangement and it might well be part of the original impulse to try to find the truth about her mother – but he sensed it was somehow peripheral to the assignment she’d given Drew. That, he felt sure now, was an obligation Genevieve had chosen to delegate simply because she had other, more pressing, things to think about.
