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off then, because it doesn’t just sound odd, it sounds insane when you
say it out loud.
“Right. So, you pretend to go to work every day?” Riley asked me,
her brow knitted, too, as though she were concerned about me. As
though she thought I was completely deranged. I didn’t speak or nod or
do anything, I kept silent. “Can I ask why you left your job, Ms.
Watson?”
There was no point in lying. If they hadn’t intended to check out my
employment record before this conversation, they bloody well would
now. “I was fired,” I said.
“You were dismissed,” Riley said, a note of satisfaction in her voice.
It was obviously the answer she’d anticipated. “Why was that?”
I gave a little sigh and appealed to Gaskill. “Is this really important?
Does it matter why I left my job?”
Gaskill didn’t say anything, he was consulting some notes that Riley
had pushed in front of him, but he did give the slightest shake of his
head. Riley changed tack.
“Ms. Watson, I wanted to ask you about Saturday night.”
I glanced at Gaskill—we’ve already had this conversation—but he
wasn’t looking at me. “All right,” I said. I kept raising my hand to my
scalp, worrying at my injury. I couldn’t stop myself.
“Tell me why you went to Blenheim Road on Saturday night. Why did
you want to speak to your ex-husband?”
“I don’t really think that’s any of your business,” I said, and then,
quickly, before she had time to say anything else, “Would it be possible
to have a glass of water?”
Gaskill got to his feet and left the room, which wasn’t really the
outcome I was hoping for. Riley didn’t say a word; she just kept looking
at me, the trace of a smile still on her lips. I couldn’t hold her gaze, I
looked at the table, I let my eyes wander around the room. I knew this
was a tactic: she was remaining silent so that I would become so
uncomfortable that I had to say something, even if I didn’t really want to.
“I had some things I needed to discuss with him,” I said. “Private
matters.” I sounded pompous and ridiculous.
Riley sighed. I bit my lip, determined not to speak until Gaskill came
back into the room. The moment he returned, placing a glass of cloudy
water in front of me, Riley spoke.
“Private matters?” she prompted.
“That’s right.”