‘Is it your cataracts?’ Camille asked.
‘Everything’s a blur to me now.’
‘But you were spying on us,’ Richard said, unable to keep the note of disapproval from his voice.
‘I was robbed last year. I have to be careful.’
‘So you can see some things.’
‘I can’t see much, but I know where you are.’
‘Then did you see someone move in three days ago?’
‘I did. A taxi arrived in the morning. I could tell it was a taxi from the colour. It was deep red. And a man got out. I heard him thank the taxi driver. It was a man’s voice.’
‘And he went into the house next door?’
‘You know, the prison use it for people who are just released from jail?’
‘They do?’ Camille asked innocently.
‘So you get all kinds of goings on. I don’t like it. But I’m old, no-one cares what I think.’
‘Do you remember what time this was?’ Richard asked.
‘I don’t know. It was in the morning. Maybe after eleven? It was before I’d had lunch, and I always have lunch at midday.’
‘And what did this man do once he’d arrived?’
‘Well, nothing that I know of.’
‘Nothing?’
‘He went into his house, and I didn’t think about him again until that afternoon.’
‘Well, that’s very helpful, thank you,’ Camille said. ‘Although, why did you think about him that afternoon?’
‘Because of the men who came to see him.’
‘What’s that?’ Richard asked.
‘Well, I was sitting on the porch in the afternoon when I saw a car arrive. I don’t know what sort it was, before you ask, it parked too far away. It was just a blur. But I saw three men come from it and then go into the house next door.’
‘And you’re sure there were three of them?’
‘Oh yes. I could see the shapes of three people.’
‘And they were all men?’
‘I heard three voices. They were all male. In fact, they were arguing as they approached.’
‘Do you know what they were arguing about?’
‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t listening too closely.’
‘Then do you perhaps remember anything they said? Any phrase, or even just a single word?’
‘I’m sorry, all I can tell you is they were three men, and they were arguing about something. Mind you, that was nothing compared to what happened next.’
Richard was about to ask the old woman to explain, but Camille put her hand on his elbow, indicating that he should keep quiet. She’d recognised that their witness had finally warmed up and was enjoying the sound of her own voice.
‘The man who’d arrived first – he was wearing a blue jacket – was happy to see them to start off with because he greeted the three men like old friends. But after a few minutes I heard the man in the blue jacket start to get angry.’
‘Did you hear what was said?’
The woman thought hard.
‘It was something about him wanting his share, I think. That’s right, he kept saying "where’s my share?" over and over. And then the three men who’d arrived together started arguing among themselves as well. It got quite heated, and it ended with the man in the blue jacket telling them he wanted them all to leave. And a few minutes later, that’s what they did. But I got the feeling the three men left with their tails between their legs. They weren’t so chatty on the way out as they’d been on the way in.’
‘And it was the same three men who left as who’d arrived?’
‘I think so. The man in the blue jacket was still in his doorway after the others had left.’
‘I appreciate you don’t see too well,’ Camille said, ‘but can you describe any of these men at all to us?’
‘I’m sorry. I think one of them had a red top. Like a T-shirt. But I couldn’t tell you anything else.’
‘Did you maybe see what colour their skin was?’
‘They were dark-skinned.’
‘And did they speak with local accents?’
‘Oh yes, very definitely. They were all from Saint-Marie. Or from an island nearby.’
‘So they were three dark-skinned men who you think were from the island?’
‘That’s right,’ the old woman said with another chuckle. ‘Which isn’t bad for someone who can’t see, is it?’
‘It sure isn’t,’ Camille agreed.
‘Then what happened?’ Richard asked.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Well, we’ve just looked around your neighbour’s house, and it looks like he left somewhat suddenly at some point.’
‘Oh, that was later that day.’
‘It was?’
‘I was in my kitchen when I heard a car pull up outside. I didn’t think much of it, and I didn’t even see which of the men had come back, but I saw the first man who’d arrived that day – the man in the blue jacket – step out of his house. I could see that from my window. He said something and then I saw him leave. A few seconds later, I heard a car start up and drive off.’
‘Did you hear what he said?’
‘I think he said something like, "I thought I’d never see you again."’
‘"I thought I’d never see you again"?’
‘And I’m sure he said something else, but I didn’t catch it. But he then walked from the house, and you know what? Now you mention it, I’ve not seen him since. Or any of the other three men, either, for that matter. Not that I’d recognise them, of course.’
‘Have there been any other visitors since then?’
‘No. No-one.’
Richard looked back over the notes he’d taken, trying to make sense of what he’d just learned. Who were the three men who’d visited Pierre on the day he left prison? Where had Pierre then gone off to when one of them returned later on? And, seeing as Pierre very obviously hadn’t been back to his halfway house since then, where was he now?
As for the identity of the three men who’d visited that day, Richard had a theory he wanted to test, especially considering how Pierre had apparently been overheard demanding to know where ‘his share’ was.
Richard asked Camille to take the old woman’s formal statement, and while she was doing that, he drove back to the Police station.
As he entered the main office, Fidel stood up excitedly.
‘Sir, I’ve got something.’
‘You have?’ Richard said.
‘I sure have, because I’ve been processing the evidence Camille bagged from Conrad’s office. And you know that chunk of concrete that was used to smash in the window? I’ve been checking it for fingerprints, and guess what? It’s borderline admissible, but I was able to lift half a thumbprint from a pebble that was buried in its side.’
As he spoke, Fidel led Richard over to his desk and showed him the chunk of concrete. Bending down to