Liar Liar

112

‘I’m getting tired of this game. So either you answer me now, or I drag you out of here in cuffs.’

Helen didn’t like threatening people, but she had had her fill of Sharon Jackson’s lies and obfuscations. Sharon had finally confessed that her daughter had taken to doing her own laundry of late, wasting unnecessary amounts of fabric conditioner in washing a single hooded top and a pair of trousers. Add this to the number of newspaper cuttings Sanderson had found stored under her bed and the fact that Sharon couldn’t find a packet of matches she’d only bought last week and a clear picture was starting to emerge.

But Naomie’s motive remained unclear, which concerned Helen. Sharon Jackson insisted her daughter didn’t know any of the victims, but Helen could tell she was lying and was determined to find out why.

‘Don’t push me on this. I’m more than happy to do it, but it wouldn’t look too good in tomorrow’s newspapers.’

Sharon finally looked up at her.

‘Take a peek out of your front curtains, Sharon.’

Unnerved, Sharon did as instructed. Helen had heard the press trucks start to pull up outside a few minutes ago. She knew they’d be here within the hour, once Naomie’s name was released.

‘They won’t be going anywhere until this is over. So we have three choices. I can lead you out in front of them. I can leave here and let them loose on you. Or I can get a uniformed officer on the door, so there’s a chance you might get a moment’s peace. The choice is yours.’

Sharon sat down hard on the nearest armchair and ran her fingers through her long, lank hair. She seemed to be ageing in front of Helen, as if buried fears were now burrowing their way to the surface.

‘She’s never met Denise Roberts but she might know of her,’ she said finally and with great reluctance.

‘How?’

There was another long pause, and then:

‘Naomie’s father. His name’s Darren Betts. I was at school with him and we’ve been knocking around on and off for twenty years now.’

‘He’s your boyfriend?’

Sharon snorted, then said:

‘When he feels like it.’

‘He has other girlfriends?’

Sharon nodded.

‘Denise Roberts,’ Helen asked, suddenly making the connection. Callum Roberts had mentioned a ‘Darren’ too.

‘When he’s not here, Darren sometimes goes… there.’

Sharon Jackson said the last word with utter disdain, as if Roberts were shit on her shoe. Sanderson was sure Roberts probably felt the same way about her.

‘Is that what your row with Naomie was about?’

‘Guess so.’

‘What happened?’

‘Nothing. We argued, that’s all.’

‘What happened, Sharon?’

‘She drove Darren away, didn’t she,’ Sharon responded, her tone suddenly plaintive and self-pitying. ‘She fusses around him, trying to get him to do stuff he doesn’t want to do, gets in his face, you know?’

‘What did you do?’

‘I shouted at her a bit.’

‘And?’

Sharon said nothing, staring at the floor.

‘AND?’

‘I gave her a bit of a slap, all right.’

‘You hit her?’

‘I shouldn’t have, but she’s just so fucking clingy… and sometimes I lose it. I hit her a bit -’

‘More than once? Did you beat her? Sharon, I’m asking you a question -’

‘Yes, I’ve told you. I took a belt to her, but I didn’t do any permanent harm. It’s no more than what I had done to me when I was a kid -’

‘And she knew this Denise Roberts, she knew that her father went there when he wasn’t here?’

‘Yes, she heard me and Darren talking about it. She’s not stupid.’

‘Jesus Christ. What about the other places? The Simms house in Millbrook or the Harris place in Shirley? Does he go there?’

Sharon suddenly laughed.

‘Are you crazy? Folk like that wouldn’t let him in the front door. He wouldn’t be knocking around in those parts of town.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Be sensible, will you?’

Helen didn’t like her tone, but let it go.

‘Do you have any other boyfriends?’

‘No.’

‘Sharon -’

‘I don’t, ok, I’m not like that. Darren… well, he’s all I’ve got. And I’ve only got him part-time.’

Her bitterness and loneliness shone through clearly now. Though Helen didn’t want to believe her – didn’t want to lose the connection between Naomie and her victims – what she said seemed genuine and made sense. The worlds inhabited by the various victims were all so different.

Helen stared at Sharon, her mind whirring. Then suddenly she said:

‘Is there anywhere else Darren goes? You said he had other girlfriends on the go.’

This time Sharon hesitated and Helen knew immediately that she’d hit a nerve.

‘I know this isn’t nice, but I need to know. It’s the last thing I’ll ask you.’

‘There’s one other girl that I know of. Lives over in St Denys.’

‘What’s her name?’

There was another long pause, then, as Sharon debated how to respond:

‘What’s her name, Sharon?’

‘Her name is Mandy Blayne.’