Margaret’s. When the chewing had ceased, Simon settled against the hard wooden back of the chair and studied the face of the old man before him. He seemed quite cheerful and alert. His eyes were clear and bright. It looked like he might have found Miles on a good day. He could only hope.“Miles, can we talk about Blythe?” Simon asked. “Do you remember Blythe?”Kendall nodded slowly. “She had lavender eyes.”“Yes, I know.” Simon nodded and thought of Dina.Simon’s hand slipped into his pocket and switched on the recorder. “Miles, can we talk about Blythe’s death? Do you remember when she died?”Kendall stared straight ahead, and for a moment Simon thought he’d lost him.Then the old man spoke, his voice barely a whisper: “She’d only been back for a few days. Less than a week.”“Where had she been, Miles? Do you remember?”“Where her friend was.”“Who was her friend?”“Jude. Blythe left the baby with her, and came back.”“Blythe left the baby with Jude?”Miles nodded.“How do you know about the baby, Miles?”“I saw her.”
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