Liar Liar

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For a moment Luke Simms was unable to speak, the blood draining from his face. Charlie hadn’t expected such a strong reaction to her question and now put her arm on to Luke’s, worried the young boy was about to faint.

‘If you don’t feel up to this, I can wait, but it would be useful to know at -’

‘He was only there a term. I hardly knew him.’

Luke had regained his speech, but not his colour. His father watched on, confused, anxious and not a little scared.

‘What’s this about? Who is Ethan Harris, for God’s sake?’

‘He’s a person of interest in our enquiry,’ Charlie replied evenly.

‘And you know him, Luke?’

‘I did. A bit. I mean he was at school for such a short time before he had to leave, but we were friends for a bit. He visited me in hospital after the fire, for God’s sake. He sat at the end of the bed and offered me his sympathies…’

The devil’s in the detail, as Helen had often told Charlie. Scrolling through Ethan Harris’s educational background she had alighted on the coincidence of him attending the same posh secondary school in Millbrook as Luke Simms. Harris had been at the school for less than eight weeks – the reason for his sudden departure was not yet clear – and his stay there was so brief it hadn’t grabbed anyone’s attention in their initial enquiries. But now it seemed supremely relevant, especially after Luke had revealed that Harris had visited him in hospital after the fire. Helen had been right – their killer had been inserting himself into the narrative from the off.

‘How would you characterize his time at your school, Luke?’

‘Unhappy’ was Luke’s bleak reply. ‘He was a tricky character – hostile, suspicious, quick to take offence if anyone mocked him. And there were plenty of people who were happy to do that. You know what school’s like.’

‘Why did people mock him?’

‘Because he was different.’

There it was. Charlie had read Ethan’s hospital report on the way over. In addition to an assessment of his burns and the various tests done to determine the effects of smoke inhalation, there was a small, dispassionate summary of his past health issues. It noted drily that Ethan had suffered from Foetal Alcohol Syndrome since birth. This was caused by his mother’s heavy drinking during pregnancy and had affected the development of both his brain and his limbs. While intelligent and articulate, Ethan had had many health problems as a result of his FAS, not least mild cerebral palsy and epilepsy. It was some inheritance to gift to your child.

‘He just looked different to everyone else,’ Luke continued. ‘His features were softer, like… you know… like they weren’t quite formed. And people used to take the piss.’

‘Did you mock him?’

‘No… No, not at first. I liked him, for God’s sake.’

‘Why?’

‘Because he was good at writing. Creative writing, comprehension, reviews – all that stuff. He could do it standing on his head. And he helped me – I’ve never been good at that stuff. He would have done mine for me if I’d asked him to. We got along.’

‘So what happened?’

Luke hesitated now, his breathing becoming short. Charlie gave Thomas Simms a quick look, but he gently gestured to her to proceed. Like her, he was desperate to know what Luke was going to say next.

‘Luke?’ Charlie prompted gently.

‘Some of the other lads – the football guys – they didn’t want me hanging around with him. Told me to cut him off. I refused, so they cut me off. Out of the school team, out of their gang, out of everything. I stuck it for a while but…’

‘But then you wanted back in?’ Charlie finished for him.

‘Yes, so they set me a challenge. A test… and I bloody did it.’

Now tears came, coursing down his cheeks.

‘They told me to humiliate him. I wanted my old life back so… the next time he came up to me – it was in the canteen – I told him I didn’t want him talking to me. When he asked me why… when he asked me why, I told him it was because he was a fucking freak…’

Luke broke down now, the full import of his actions finally making itself felt. His father rocked him back and forth in his arms, trying to stem the tears. Charlie stayed for ten minutes more but there was little she could do now and she felt that her presence was neither helpful nor welcome. She would keep an eye on them of course, but this was something they had to face alone. Luke had done something unpleasant and mean-spirited and had been repaid in savage fashion by a boy unable to cope with the slingshots life constantly threw at him.

It was an awful retribution out of all scale to the crime and Charlie hoped that in time Luke would come to see this and learn not to blame himself. Some hope, Charlie thought to herself, as she walked disconsolately back to the car, Luke’s cries still ringing in her ears.