I found the door of Donna’s house and knocked. After a while a gray-haired Asian woman came to the door. She wore a nice green sari and did me the favor of looking at the photo, but her vocabulary seemed to consist entirely of the word “no.” She kept trying to push the door shut while I was talking. Eventually I gave up trying and let her shut her door, rude cow. The woman next door had been listening through the wall, I think. I knocked, and my hand was barely back at my side when she opened the door and looked at the photo of Donna. The lady nodded. She was tiny, very dark-skinned, and had a thick accent.

She kept me on the doorstep, but I could see that the house behind her was immaculately clean. There was something lovely cooking; it smelled like seed cake. I didn’t know if she’d feel comfortable talking to a man, but I tried to make myself less threatening by saying I was looking for a friend of my daughter’s. Without getting the photo out, I asked about the McGoverns from next door.

“Yeees, that’s right. Yeees.” She drew the word out, opening her mouth wider as she got to the end. “Yeees. They did live here for many years, left not so long ago. Last year. I live here for thirty years. Yees, all married life. He died. The man, father? Yeees. Died. Very, very sad. Not nice man. Not happy family. Husband left. Shouting.”

She put a hand behind her ear to show she had been listening through the wall. “Donna nice girl, yees, good girl, work hard for family. Modest girl. Good for family.” It didn’t sound like blousy, over-made-up Donna at all.

I told her that the current owner hadn’t been all that keen to talk to me, and she sucked her teeth in a way that suggested she didn’t altogether approve. “Cheeky old dog,” she whispered, and we had a little laugh together.

“I heard,” the woman said, hand on her heart, “that Donna is dead.” She opened her hand heavenward, flicking the fingers out to show that Donna was gone like a seed from a pod.

I nodded. “It’s very sad. She was very young.”

“Good girl. She sold house when father died, took money, and they went away. Traveling, you know.”

“They went away?”

“Donna and friend. Girl who stay there for while. I didn’t see. Donna I know all her life.”

“Were you here when she broke her collarbone?”

I could see the memory coming back to her. She smiled warmly and nodded. “Yees, fell off bike. Very sore.” She pointed to a pavement curb farther up and opened her eyes wide. “OUCH!” she said, and we had another little laugh together.

“What did the doctors do for her when she broke it?”

“Bandage.” She gestured to both shoulders, making the shape of a figure-eight belt. No plaster. Donna had broken her collarbone after all, but by falling off her bike and not at the hand of her father, as she’d told Susie.

Suddenly the woman started saying something that I had trouble making sense of. When I looked up, I saw that she was talking Urdu or something to a young woman behind me in the street. They nodded solemnly to each other, and the passer-by glanced at my legs as she moved off along the pavement. They were obviously talking about me, but the woman didn’t feel the need to explain herself.

She leaned out the door and looked down the street, then stood straight again. I took the photo out of my pocket and showed it to her.

“Who that in photo? Who girl? Your daughter?”

chapter thirty-six

I MADE THESE NOTES ON THE PLANE ON THE WAY HOME.

FACTS

1. Donna McGovern lived in Leicester and grew up there. She lived with her father, who died, and she broke her collarbone when she was small.

2. A body was discovered recently that matched the dental records and medical history of the real Donna McGovern, whose blood was found in the Golf Polo.

Conclusion: Donna McGovern is dead.

The woman Susan has been dealing with was not Donna McGovern. I will now refer to her as Donna II.

FACTS ABOUT DONNA II

1. She knew Donna McGovern, well enough to know that she had broken her collarbone when she was little.

2. Someone set off from Leicester with Donna I in the white Golf Polo, but only Donna II ever made it to that house in Kirkintilloch.

3. Donna I’s body was apparently only recently dead, but she can’t have been kept as a prisoner in Kirki. Journalists were hanging around the house. Anyone could have found her. Could she have been killed in the Golf on the way up and stored in the humming deep freezer in the garage? As long as she was eventually deposited somewhere obscure enough and allowed to defrost properly, there would be no evidence of freezing at the cellular level unless she was defrosted and refrozen several times. It would explain Donna’s renting such an isolated cottage: she’d need somewhere private with a big deep freeze.

Conclusion: Donna II is probably not dead.

Having considered this list for most of the journey, I can now draw up the following list of important questions:

1. This woman passed herself off as Donna to meet Gow. Why would it be necessary to complicate it and pass herself off as someone living to get in? Why not go as a nonexistent person?

2. Who the fuck is she?

Did Susie know Donna II wasn’t Donna? I think she had an idea that something didn’t add up, judging from the video interview of Donna, the Evington title for her account of Cape Wrath, and the fact that she suspected Donna of the murders. But she didn’t tell anyone or hand over the hotel letter.

And why did Donna II need to pass herself off as someone else? She must have known that she, as herself, wouldn’t get through the security checks to see Gow. She needed a plausible, real identity that would stand up to scrutiny: when she met Donna I in Leicester, she must have known she would fit the profile. I imagine Donna I with downcast eyes and work-sore hands. For an Asian woman with a house that clean to say she was a good, modest girl, she must have been madly passive. And along comes Donna II and takes her firmly by the hand, introducing her to a whole new world of sensuality and control, until she pulls over in the car on the way to Scotland and kills her, the downcast eyes wild with fright and confusion, the work-sore hands scrabbling at a handle, at a seat, fighting back for once, and losing. During their time together, did Susie give Donna her wedding ring as a sign of loyalty and cover up by claiming it had been stolen? Susie said it was over in evington.doc. Perhaps Donna and Gow got it together and went up north. Donna called and Susie went for her, and maybe one more rejection drove Susie to kill.

It’s the audacity of Donna II that astonishes me. She gave interview after interview to the papers and charged a fortune, had her photo taken a hundred times. Donna II always covered her teeth. She covered her teeth when she smiled in the video, and she didn’t let Stevie Ray use photos where her teeth showed. She did that because she knew there must be no photographic record to compare with the body when it was eventually found. How much foresight and presence of mind must it take to always remember to cover your teeth? She had planned this months ahead, at least from the first videotaped interview, perhaps from the first untraceable letter to the discovery of Donna’s body.

She must have had a lot of nerve. She stood in front of the press, asking them to look at her, demanding their attention, charging money. There couldn’t be a better way to avoid examination.