regular contact with has any idea.â
âAnd thatâs where I think youâre making your fundamental mistake,â Cousins said. âYouâre keeping a secret from the boss, and if she finds out about it â and she may well do â how do you think sheâs going to feel?â
âI donât know.â
âSheâll feel as if she doesnât really know you at all. Sheâll also think that you donât trust her â and if you donât trust her , how can she trust you .â
âBut suppose I tell her and she . . . and she . . .â
âAnd she what ?â
Crane shrugged awkwardly. âI donât know.â
âShe starts treating you differently â as if you were some kind of freak or something?â Cousins suggested.
âWell, yes.â
âThen she wouldnât deserve the loyalty of a smart lad like you.â
âBut then . . .â
âSo the best thing you could do, under those circumstances, is to put in for a transfer and hope that, next time, you get a boss whoâs worthy of you. But thatâs not going to happen â not if DCI Paniatowski is the woman I think she is. Tell her, lad! Donât blurt it out like itâs a confession â just tell her in a matter-of-fact sort of way. And I promise you, you wonât regret it.â
âThanks, Sarge, I really appreciate you taking the trouble to talk to me like this,â Crane said.
Cousins shrugged. âItâs no trouble at all. Helping out junior officers is all part of being a sergeant. But letâs not take it too far.â
âToo far?â Crane repeated.
âIf I ever catch you looking at me like you think Iâve suddenly become your kindly Uncle Paul, Iâll smash your teeth in.â
Crane grinned. âUnderstood,â he said.
Colin Beresford looked around the lounge bar of the Red Lion. The people there were not like the regular drinkers heâd have found at the Drum and Monkey, he thought. For a start, they were all roughly the same age â early to late thirties â and unlike the customers in the Drum, they were either on their own, or with one friend of the same sex.
Other differences were becoming apparent, the longer he stood there. The customers at the Drum might run a comb quickly through their hair before they left home, but that was about as far it went. The people in the Red Lionâs lounge, on the other hand, were decked out in all their finery, and looked as if they had spent a good fifteen or twenty minutes staring self-consciously into the mirror before they set out for the pub.
The atmosphere was different, too â and that wasnât just because of the dim lights and the syrupy romantic music which was being pumped out of the speaker system. People who went to the Drum did so because they wanted a drink, whereas the people who came to the Red Lion were on the prowl. The evidence was there for all to see â the way the men assessed every new woman who entered the room, the womenâs habit of glancing around casually, and then whispering earnest messages to their friends.
All in all, Beresford decided, the Red Lion had earned its reputation as the most infamous pick-up place in the whole of Whitebridge.
And wasnât that why he was there himself â to pick up women?
But it wasnât easy. It wasnât easy at all.
He didnât know how to behave.
He didnât know what to say.
He felt like a man whoâd been anaesthetized for the last thirteen years. And, in a way, that was exactly what he was.
Heâd almost become a non-virgin in his late teens. Heâd had a steady girlfriend called Janet â so steady that sheâd stopped saying âDonât!â every time heâd tried to put his hand up her skirt. A few more weeks, heâd been convinced at the time, and heâd have had it cracked.
Then his mother
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