path. Jim was there, waiting for his interview, but stood out of her way without a word. Her face seemed to have set like plaster. She could think of nothing but getting away. The WPCâs neat bum protruded from the barrel to a fusillade from the cameras. Poppy tapped her on the spine and she backed out, her face pink with the posture and embarrassment and puffing on her whistle.
âThank you very much,â Poppy managed to mutter. âYouâve been a great help. Come on, darling. Home now.â
She tugged the barrel clear. Outraged, Toby seized the other rim and tried to pull it back.
âMore eek!â he demanded.
âNot now, darling. Home.â
He clung to the rim, wrestling to free himself as she snatched him up. Then somehow he must have sensed that the rules had altered, felt the tension in her body, perhaps, understood with near-animal instinct that this was a time for stillness, for silence. They must know about danger, children. Deep in their genes there must be mechanisms that can feel the adult terror. Poppy hugged him to her, thankful to have him so close as she headed for the gate.
Sue had the push-chair readyâshe must have got someone else to take charge of Denny. She didnât ask any questions.
Men with notebooks and microphones jostled near by, but the police held them back. Toby made no attempt to resist as she strapped him into the push-chairânormally he would have insisted on walking at least as far as the ducks. People were shouting to her, questions, her name, what sheâd seen. Their voices were wind in the trees, meaningless. She pushed the pram clear of the crowd but was aware of still being followed. A hand touched her arm.
âPlease go away,â she said.
It was Sergeant Osborne.
âPlease go away,â she repeated. âIâll be all right.â
âInspector says to take you home in a car. Youâll be followed everywhere, else.â
Poppy pushed on several more strides before she could take in the sense of it. A car, enclosing glass and steel, refuge. She let herself be guided back past the crowd to the west gate of the park. Several police cars were waiting there. She unstrapped Toby and lifted him clear.
âYouâll have to let me show you how the push-chair folds,â she said.
âIâll manage, love,â said the driver. âMothercare, isnât it? Got one like that for my own little girl.â
She climbed into the back seat and sat with Toby in her lap. He too seemed to feel the relief of being sealed off from the horror in the park, closed round, safe, and as soon as the car moved off he wanted to explore. Of course heâd seldom been in a moving car before without being strapped into a baby-chair, and now could see no reason why he shouldnât use his freedom to help the driver in his interesting activities. Poppy shoved him up on to her shoulder to watch the road dwindling away behind. That distracted him for the moment. Sergeant Osborne was also looking out of the rear window.
âYouâre clear, Mike, I think,â she said. âBack to your daughter-in-lawâs, Mrs Tasker?â
âYes, please. Oh. I wonder if we hadnât better go to my flat. I donât want all those people knowing where Toby lives.â
âIâm afraid youâre in for that, whatever. This is the kind of case the papers really get hooked onâtheyâll be at you over and over the next few days. Maybe youâd better have a social worker, help take a bit of the heat off.â
âBut surely when they realise Iâm not going to say anything â¦â
âDepends what else theyâre getting.â
âAll I know just now is I want to be alone. My daughter-in-lawâs a social workerânot that sort, but sheâll know. Iâll talk to her. So donât do anything about it for the moment anyway, please.â
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