Tayte followed Davina into a lift that was in one of the taller sections of the building and watched her press the button for the top floor. ‘We splashed out and were lucky enough to get one of the penthouses,’ she said. ‘Oh, dear. You probably think I’m rich now, don’t you? New boat and a second property on the river.’ She laughed. ‘I wish.’ ‘You can’t take it with you,’ Tayte said, and he immediately regretted it. ‘Sorry,’ he offered, thinking about her husband. Davina seemed to be handling Lionel’s death so well on the outside that Tayte had forgotten to be careful with this choice of words. ‘I’m afraid I’m always putting my foot in it. Can’t seem to help myself.’ ‘That’s okay,’ Davina said as the lift door opened. ‘I like that about you. What you see is what you get. No pretence.’ ‘I never really thought about it.’ ‘No, you wouldn’t, would you? That’s what I mean.’ They stepped out onto a bright, sunlit landing, and Tayte began to think about his next line of research.
