Enver was on the train back from Leeds. He was in a strange mood, in which elation and sadness were mixed.
On the one hand, he had almost certainly succeeded in solving the crime. He had been over and over in his head what he had learned about Michaels. It simply had to be him.
He tried to think of a scenario in which Michaels was an innocent party. It didn’t work. If Fuller was innocent, it must have been him.
Maybe just as importantly, and as Hanlon had suspected, this new information would prevent a major miscarriage of justice. On the debit side, he felt guilty because inadvertently he was about to cause Alison Vickery more unhappiness. Bad enough to have a dead daughter; now her ex was about to be charged with murder. But there was nothing he could do about that.
His phone told him he had a message and he saw that Huss had texted him. He texted her and she replied almost immediately,
Where are you? :/ she wrote.
On a train, coming back from Leeds. I’ll be at King’s Cross at seven. It took time for Enver to text. His fingers were long, thick and strong, and they often depressed neighbouring keys.
Are you free tonight? I need to talk to you. :/ The reply was almost instantaneous. Huss by contrast, to Enver’s way of looking at things, was lightning fast.
Sure, he replied.
I’ll meet your train. : )
I look forward to it, he wrote. It was true. He liked Huss.
She seemed solid and dependable.
He put his phone away and wondered what DI Huss could possibly want to see him about. It had to be Fuller.