has to be grateful sheâs got a job â all this anti-age discriminationâs a lot of theoretical tosh, if you ask me. Iâll just have to get Mr Wren trained, assuming heâs appointed long-term.â She nodded home her point, before adding, âAre you feeling better now?â
âMuch, thanks. Maybe Iâd better try Fran again before I go and beard this stranger, though.â Stranger. How about that for a Freudian slip? Caffy would love it.
But stranger he was, his lovely firstborn, the kid heâd never quite had enough time for â the kid whose birthday parties heâd turned up late for or had to leave early. The kid heâd left to Tina to discipline and cuddle better: she might have been a single parent. Perhaps that was why Sammie had turned out as she had; he didnât even know how Dave had turned out, did he?
Observing him via the CCTV screen, Mark was shocked. Heâd have passed him in the street, with that American business suit and aggressive hair cut. He was tapping away at the latest phone, occasionally flicking a fierce glance at his wristwatch, though surely the phone would have told him the time in every continent, every time zone, even.
Mark found himself checking for biscuit crumbs, squaring his tie, pulling in his stomach, though thanks to Fran and her insistence on exercise for them both, he was trimmer than most men his age. And at the thought of Fran, he was suffused by a simple but profound desire â to have her beside him literally holding his hand when he confronted Dave. Turning from the reception area, he dialled her, just in case.
Although sheâd have said the place Janie had chosen was quiet to the point of peaceful, Fran had to bend her head close to Cyndâs to catch the words.
âIt was a punter, miss. That I knifed. I do it for me fix, see.â
Fran could almost feel Janie willing her not to mention at this juncture the possibility of coming off drugs. But she didnât think she would have done anyway.
âDid you know the punter? I mean, was it the first time heâd been a client?â Hell, this was all too heavy. These days interviews like this â any interviews, for Godâs sake â were conducted by officers with special and regularly updated training. In something as delicate as this there should have been a team watching, waiting to advise â interrupting if necessary. Meanwhile, Cyndâs trust was ebbing away quite visibly.
âSorry, Cynd. I just canât stop myself interrupting. Why not just tell me what happened and Iâll try to keep my mouth buttoned.â With her left thumb and forefinger, she literally pinched her lips together, hoping the bit of silliness would undo some of the harm her earlier tone had done. Meanwhile, time was ticking on, and she was supposed to be at the rectory.
Cynd stared at Janie, as if asking what the hell sheâd done to agree to talk to the daft old bat again.
âThatâs fine. Just tell her what happened,â Janie said.
Franâs phone rang. Her instinct was to kill it â but she checked. Fatal to her interview â her
talk
â with Cynd. Possibly. Possibly not? It was just what Cynd would have done herself.
It was Mr Pargetter. âDonât like the thought of taking the van down that lane of yours,â he declared.
But heâd never been meant to! âGo straight to the self-store,â she said. âIâll phone ahead to tell them to let you in.â
âDoesnât work like that, Mrs Harman, does it? You have to be there to unlock your units. Youâve got the keys to the padlocks.â
âSo I have.â Sheâd put them on a chain round her neck so she wouldnât put them down somewhere and lose them in the chaos. âHave you and your lads had lunch yet?â
âWe donât do lunch, Mrs Harman. We work straight through. And we finish when weâve done the
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