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Why do you go running to him whenever he calls? But I’m really not in a
great position to give relationship advice—or any advice, come to that—
and in any case I feel like a drink. (I’ve been thinking about it ever since
we sat down in Giraffe and the spotty waiter asked if we’d like a glass of
wine and Cathy said “No, thank you” very firmly.) So I wave her off and
feel the little anticipatory tingle run over my skin and I push away the
good thoughts (Don’t do this, you’re doing really well). I’m just putting
my shoes on to go to the off-licence when my phone rings. Tom. It’ll be
Tom. I grab the phone from my bag and look at the screen and my heart
bangs like a drum.
“Hi.” There is silence, so I ask, “Is everything OK?”
After a little pause Scott says, “Yeah, fine. I’m OK. I just called to say
thank you, for yesterday. For taking the time to let me know.”
“Oh, that’s all right. You didn’t need—”
“Am I disturbing you?”
“No. It’s fine.” There is silence on the end of the line, so I say again,
“It’s fine. Have you . . . has something happened? Did you speak to the
police?
“The family liaison officer was here this afternoon,” he says. My heart
rate quickens. “Detective Riley. I mentioned Kamal Abdic to her. Told
her that he might be worth speaking to.”
“You said . . . you told her that you’d spoken to me?” My mouth is
completely dry.
“No, I didn’t. I thought perhaps . . . I don’t know. I thought it would
be better if I came up with the name myself. I said . . . it’s a lie, I know,
but I said that I’d been racking my brains to think of anything significant,
and that I thought it might be worth speaking to her therapist. I said that
I’d had some concerns about their relationship in the past.”
I can breathe again. “What did she say?” I ask him.
“She said they had already spoken to him, but that they would do
again. She asked me lots of questions about why I hadn’t mentioned him
before. She’s . . . I don’t know. I don’t trust her. She’s supposed to be on
my side, but all the time I feel like she’s snooping, like she’s trying to
trip me up.”
I’m stupidly pleased that he doesn’t like her, either; another thing we
have in common, another thread to bind us.
“I just wanted to say thank you, anyway. For coming forward. It was
actually . . . it sounds odd, but it was good to talk to someone . . .
someone I’m not close to. I felt as though I could think more rationally.
After you left, I kept thinking about the first time Megan went to see him