Liar Liar

104

‘I’d like to start by apologizing.’

Helen was anxious to get this over with so came straight to the point. So much had happened since her awkward interview with Gardam last night that for a while she had put it from her mind. But there was too much going on in the investigation, too much overlap between her and her boss, for the issue not to be addressed.

‘I’m sorry if I embarrassed you last night. That was never my intention.’

‘It’s fine, Helen. There’s no need to apologize.’

‘There is and I’ve done so, so I hope we can move on -’

‘And not mention it again. It was just a misunderstanding, nothing more.’

‘I’m glad you see it that way. Thank you.’

‘Of course and the offer still stands. Sarah and I would like to have you round at some point, so we can get to know you in a less formal environment.’

‘That sounds very pleasant. We’ll find a date.’

Helen tried to sound upbeat and enthusiastic, though in truth she had no desire to be given a tour of Gardam’s home and marriage. There seemed no way she could wriggle out of it now, however, so it was probably best to bite the bullet and follow through on her promise.

‘Good. Well that was all I came to say, so I’d better -’

‘Is everything ok, Helen? I don’t mean between us, I mean more generally. I noticed you wincing just now, when you sat down. Have you hurt yourself in some way?’

Helen said nothing, ambushed by Gardam’s question. The truth was she ached all over today. Her back and shoulders were black and blue and her neck felt like it had seized up completely. It was excruciatingly painful and though her stash of painkillers had taken the edge off it, she wasn’t moving any more freely.

‘I know you’re the sort to put a brave face on it,’ Gardam continued. ‘But it’s my job to make sure my best officers are fit and happy. You always put your body on the line, for which I know you receive very little gratitude from the public or indeed our friends in the fourth estate.’

‘I know we’re under scrutiny, sir, but you don’t need to worry about me.’

Gardam was referring to the latest edition of the Southampton Evening News, a copy of which languished in his bin. Pretty much the entire paper was a hatchet job on Helen’s handing of the investigation. It had riled Helen when she first saw it – Emilia Garanita revealing her true colours by choosing the very worst moment to break their truce – but she had put it from her mind now. There was too much going on to worry about tomorrow’s chip paper.

‘I’m not concerned about what the papers say,’ Gardam assured her, ‘or what our two-faced MP is accusing us of on the phone-ins. What I do care about is the smooth and effective running of our investigations and hand in hand with that the health and well-being of my best officer.’

Helen nodded, as Gardam asked:

‘So is everything ok? I don’t want to overstep the mark here, but is anything bothering you? Is there anything I can do to help?’

Helen looked at Gardam, knowing she had to make a split-second decision. The right thing to do was to tell Gardam about her confrontation with Max Paine and let him decide what to do about it. If she didn’t and her leadership of their present investigation was compromised by subsequent revelations, then he would have to suspend or sack her – and rightly so. It wouldn’t be fair on him, the investigation or the victims’ families to lie about her actions, but even as she opened her mouth to begin, she found herself saying:

‘Old war wound. I’ll be better in a day or so.’

Gardam asked her a few more questions – he seemed to be genuinely concerned for her – but eventually appeared satisfied with her explanation. As Helen left she knew that whatever the rights and wrongs of it, she didn’t feel able to let someone else into her own private – largely dysfunctional – world. She knew that she would have to deal with Paine herself and already had a sense of what needed to be done. She was so deep in thought, turning the various possibilities over in her mind, that she initially didn’t realize McAndrew was standing in front of her, blocking her path.

‘Sorry to disturb you, boss. But I think I may have found something.’