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Chapter 10 Dr Kennedy

Dr Robert Kennedy resembled beef jerky. Dry and wrinkled. His voice held traces of his Nova Scotia ancestry.

"I'm afraid I don't understand this Miss Scarlet. If you are not with the police department what is your interest in the death of my sister?"

Caroline began slowly, "it's complicated…"

"She's Halidays daughter." Katherine interrupted.

"What Gwennie?" he gazed in amazement at the woman, shaking his head. "You're all grown up!"

"She's got questions about her father." Katherine continued calmly. "Questions I can't answer. About Helena. Figured if anyone knew it'd be you."

Kennedy shook his head. "Unfortunately during the time she was married to your father I had only limited contact with my sister. Indeed I could tell you more about…" Katherine's beeper chose that moment to go off.

"Excuse me. May I use your phone?" Kennedy nodded and Katherine vanished.

Kennedy continued. "Poor Kathy. I wished I'd been wrong, but I still can't believe that …" he trailed off and gazed uncertainly at Caroline.

"Katherine told me about my father's mental health." She said quietly

"They were just delusions. She ..." he trailed off as Katherine re-entered.

"Sorry I've got to go" she rested uncertain eyes on them.

"I can get a cab." Caroline said. Katherine nodded and left.

"Poor Kathy." Repeated Kennedy. "She blames herself for what happened." He turned his attention back to Caroline.

"Your father, how can I put this… he was a very driven man. When he was on a case he ate, drank and slept that case. The bard case," he shook his head. "What do you know about the case?"
"Just what's in the papers?"

"It was, is a bad case. Intense pressure from the high ups for a quick solution a young team, some of whom it was their first homicide case. And a bloody awful killer!" he shook his head.

"There was little or no support for cops back then. You looked after each other. The experience supported the rookies, but there was no one supporting them. And my sister, not to speak ill of the dead, was … not the type to settle down with one man." He paused uncertain of how to proceed.

"Would you like some tea?"

The precinct

"I would have spoken sooner if I had heard." Jakob Hallen voice betrayed his Amish ancestry, even if the horse and buggy parked outside had not.

Katherine nodded. She had heard similar words from those who came forward after the first accusation "I thought I was the only one. I didn't want any trouble. It was nothing." All said with the same mixture of shame and fear in their voices. She offered her usual phrases of reassurance and began taking his statement.

It was as expected difficult and emotional, as always. It was with this she added, as the statement was signed.

"You did nothing to be ashamed of."

"As the Minster told you." Rebecca, Jakob wife added. She had sat though the whole process in silence, her hand digging into his. "But he also said you must speak out."

"Who so ever would lead these little ones of mine to sin, woe to him. It would have been better had he jumped into the sea with a millstone around his neck." Jakob quoted.

"Tempting to get biblical in these cases." Katherine agreed. Collecting the paper work she checked that they had somewhere to stay and saw them out. She spoke briefly to the district attorney. As she hung up the phone, she paused and dialled Jarvis Spencer's number. She had two reasons to ask him to come in now.