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JIM<br />
In the incident room the blinds on the windows of Fraser’s office were drawn but I could glimpse her<br />
silhouette and Emma’s through the slats. Nobody else might have noticed it, but to me their body<br />
language spoke volumes: Emma had come clean.<br />
I thought I’d feel relieved but instead it was the final straw, and I couldn’t stand to witness it.<br />
I took myself down to the canteen, tucked myself in a corner to try to write up a report on the<br />
morning’s raid with a cup of coffee that would have made British Rail ashamed, but I just got wound<br />
up, thinking about it all, and it was hard to concentrate with every nosy parker who walked past my<br />
table asking me how the case was going.<br />
I went to the men’s room, locked myself in a stall, and tried to get control of myself.<br />
I sat in there on the closed lid of the toilet bowl, my head resting against the partition wall, eyes<br />
shut, breathing through my mouth and trying to pull myself together. I don’t know how long I stayed,<br />
but at some point somebody else came in and the shame of it made me get to my feet.<br />
It was Mark Bennett, undoing his fly at the urinals. He was hyped up; his cheeks flushed red with<br />
excitement.<br />
‘The proverbial’s hit the fan,’ he said, not caring that his piss was going everywhere. ‘Something’s<br />
going on. Benedict Finch’s parents came into reception and his mum made a massive scene and<br />
brought in one of Ben’s school books they want us to look at. They asked for you and Zhang, but we<br />
couldn’t find you and Zhang was holed up with Fraser “not to be disturbed”. Where the fuck have you<br />
been? Got the runs or something?’<br />
I started to answer but he said, ‘So I went and got the book myself, calmed the mother down, but<br />
that’s not the fucking end of it. I took the books straight into Fraser’s office, potential new evidence,<br />
thought that was worth disturbing them for, only now she’s got Internal Affairs in there with her and<br />
Zhang. I gave her the book, but got my head bitten off for interrupting. Something massive is going on,<br />
definitely.’<br />
I washed my hands for show, and he joined me at the sink and then stayed on my heels like a pesky<br />
younger sibling as we went back to the incident room, full of ignorant speculation that made my jaw<br />
clench.<br />
As we entered the incident room, the door of Fraser’s office swung open at the other end and<br />
Emma walked out, flanked by two men. Fraser was hovering behind, but shut the door before I could<br />
read her face. I recognised one of the men: Bryan Doughty, the biggest cheese in Internal Affairs.<br />
Bennett and I stood aside as they approached.<br />
‘Clemo,’ he said, as he passed me.<br />
‘Sir,’ I replied. He was a shark of a man, intellectually and physically well equipped to take a bite<br />
of you. Perfect for the job. He didn’t slow his pace. Emma’s gaze was fixed front and forward.<br />
Even though it was Saturday, about fifteen faces watched them walk the length of the incident room,<br />
Emma’s small frame dwarfed by the men beside her. When they exited and disappeared from sight, I<br />
realised I’d been biting the inside of my cheek so hard I’d drawn blood.<br />
‘I think she’s been a naughty girl,’ said Bennett. ‘Tut, tut, tut. And Doughty’s not going to be happy<br />
about being called in on a weekend either.’ He was buoyant: the sight of someone else’s career ending<br />
in a car crash was actually bolstering his self-esteem.<br />
‘Do me a favour and keep your fucking opinion to yourself,’ I said.<br />
‘What’s the matter with you? Anybody would think you wanted to get into her knickers.’ Brave