The Shooting in the Shop

Forty-Two

In the event, Flora didn’t get her day in court. A few days after Carole and Jude’s visit, her home help came in one morning to find the old lady dead in her bed. The newspaper obituaries were effusive, on television and radio elderly thespians vied with each other to say how ‘wonderful’ she had been, ‘what heaven to work with’. In some of the papers there were hints about her true origins. One was blatant enough to assert that she ‘supposedly came from an aristocratic family, but that was a stunt dreamed up by some publicist at the Rank Charm School’. So, as Carole and Jude had deduced, the secret she had gone to such vicious lengths to keep had been one that was common knowledge anyway.

Some of the press played along, still under the influence of her charm. Flora Le Bonnier was described by The Times as “an aristocrat of the theatre, and one of the few who was actually also an aristocrat in real life.”

No one mentioned the fact that she was a murderer, but then, of course, no one knew. Except for Carole and Jude, and Lola and Rupert Sonning, whom they had told. Oh, and the police, who now had assembled enough information to secure a conviction – or, as it turned out, to close the file on the murder of Polly Le Bonnier.

Lola’s recovery from her husband’s death was a long, slow process. At times she was overwhelmed by hopelessness and depression, and remembering Jude’s offer, turned to her for help and encouragement. Though healing could never reconstruct the past, it could over time do something to ease the pains of bereavement.

In fact, Lola’s rehabilitation came ultimately from adversity. When investigated, Ricky Le Bonnier’s affairs turned out to be in a terrible state. His flamboyance had been achieved at the cost of living way beyond his income for years. Fedingham Court House had to be sold and, when all the outstanding mortgages and other debts had been settled, Lola was left with very little. She had no alternative but to start up her own retail business to provide for her family, and it was through the success of that enterprise that she found her salvation.

Her children grew up healthy, and Henry, taking after Ricky, showed a considerable talent for music. Mabel, who had been deeply affected by the loss of her father, developed into a quiet, serious, lonely little girl.

Lola deliberately lost touch with Piers Duncton, not initiating any contact with him herself and not replying to his messages or texts. His television sitcom ran for a couple of series, but was then pulled because it wasn’t getting good enough viewing figures. He continued to work as a jobbing comedy writer, providing gags and links for a variety of shows and growing increasingly bitter as he saw younger and, to his mind, less talented writers become more successful than he was. What made things worse in his view was that quite a lot of them hadn’t even come up through the Cambridge Footlights.

As for his love-life, the affair with the sitcom actress turned out to be very brief and it was followed by a great many equally brief affairs with other women on the periphery of show business. In his cups, Piers would frequently tell the decreasing number of people who would listen to him about how he’d tragically lost the great love of his life to a murderer’s bullet.

Saira Sherjan continued to enjoy her life as a vet. She completed the London Marathon, raising a great deal of money for animal charities.

And Rupert Sonning, entirely happy in his chosen role as Old Garge, continued to read poetry and listen to Radio 3 in Pequod, only returning to his rented room when warned of a local council inspection. He still spent long hours walking his Jack Russell Petrarch along the shoreline, and in maintaining his role as ‘the eyes and ears of Fethering Beach’.

Occasionally he ran into Ruby Tallis, who would never fail to bring him the latest opinions of her husband Derek.

Anna Carter left the village early in the New Year. Perhaps she went off to reinvent herself somewhere else, but if so, nobody knew where.

In the Crown and Anchor Ted and Zosia ran a tight ship and, as spring approached and the fame of Ed Pollack’s cuisine spread, business started to pick up.

Kath Le Bonnier continued to do the books for Ayland’s boatyard for the rest of her life. And she was very happy that, having been rescued from the Devil Women, Ricky was hers for ever. Though not, of course, in this dimension.

Jude had a couple more meetings with the man with whom she’d spent New Year’s Eve, but she didn’t find him that interesting and the affair soon petered out. Her appointments book for healing was healthily full and, though occasionally afflicted by feverish wanderlust, she was content most of the time with her life at Woodside Cottage.

Next door at High Tor, with the zeal of a convert, Carole found she was spending more and more time exploring the Internet. Always upstairs in the same room, though. It still didn’t seem quite right to her that a laptop should be moved about the house.

And her son Stephen, with Gaby’s prompting, did stick his Glow-in-the-dark Computer Angel on his office laptop. It didn’t do much in the way of staving off viruses, but it did make some of his colleagues think that perhaps old Stephen Seddon wasn’t such a humourless nerd, after all.

Gaby put off going back to work at the agency, and Carole waited hopefully for the news of another Seddon pregnancy.

And Lily, in the eyes of her grandmother, just grew gorgeouser and gorgeouser.