Masters & Lovers Box Set Three
Chapter 23
Michael
“Think he’ll be talkative?”
James shrugs. “Who can guess with that bastard?” He casts down. “Charlotte?”
She’s tight, controlled, hands shoved in the pockets of her jeans. “It’s okay. I’m alright.”
Mmmm…
The guard at the counter goes through the usual rigmarole…
Got to have their procedures I suppose…
… sliding the daybook across the counter. He taps a cracked fingernail on the bottom row. “Name and signature there, sir. And some ID, please.”
I hand over my driving license. “I’ll just be a moment.” The guard scans the license, stapling the copy to the rest of his paperwork, passes it back then turns to James. “Now you, sir.”
He repeats the performance with James and Charlotte, then “And your car keys, please.” I hand them over and he hangs them on a keyboard at the back of the reception area. “Thank you, sir. You can go through now.”
The interview room is as dismal as ever…
Can’t they ever give these places some fresh paint?
And a couple of extra light-bulbs…
Footsteps have trailed a path over worn linoleum and the reek of cigarette smoke competes with stale cabbage.
Klempner’s waiting, sitting behind the barrier. His gaze flicks between me and James then settles on Charlotte as she takes her seat facing him. “Thank you for coming.” His expression is schooled flat but polite, his tone just as much so.
She flushes. “You’re welcome.”
The prison-issue clothes are shabby, but well pressed, immaculate, his hair well cut, fingernails trimmed and clean.
He sits with his hands on the counter, fingers interwoven, thumbs circling each other as though this were no more than a job interview or perhaps a niece visiting a favourite uncle.
Ignoring me and James, “And what would you like to talk about today?”
I push the paper up to the barrier. “Does that mean anything to you?”
His gaze flicks to mine then to the paper. He leans in, looking more closely. “An address? Should it?” He radiates boredom.
Faked?
“I found it in the police files. Supposedly it was the last known address for Charlotte’s mother.”
Klempner’s cheek twitches...
… Yes, faked…
“I’m guessing you visited?” he says. “What did you find?”
“We tried to visit, but the address no longer exists and hasn’t for a long time. There’s a supermarket and a car park on the site now.”
Klempner sucks his teeth. “It may have been a dead end to begin with. Bech was fairly creative about muddying the records. It was a good part of what he did; keeping the dogs sniffing in the wrong direction...”
A shudder runs through Charlotte, seated next to me. Klempner’s gaze flickers to her, his face a blank. Under the counter, I lay a hand on her thigh and she settles.
“So the address was bogus in the first place?”
“I don’t know.” Klempner inhales. “It probably was. I lost track of her. And Bech…” He pauses.
“What?”
“Nothing, just thinking.”
“About what?”
His head tilts back. He regards Charlotte under lowered lids. “Bech wasn’t happy about Mitch,” he says eventually. “It’s possible he tried to misdirect me too.”
“I thought he was your reliable henchman?”
“And who told you that?”
Assumptions…?
Charlotte breaks in. “Bech… Corby as I knew him… He knew my mother? He didn’t like her?”
“No, he didn’t. But then, Bech didn’t really like anyone but Bech. He had his own agenda.”
“Which was?”
“Making himself very wealthy.”
“So why did you work with him?”
“He was efficient… most of the time anyway. He generally had good ideas and could put them into practice. It was his suggestion that I send you to that farm up north.”
She inhales sharply.
She okay?
I try to take her hand in mine, but she tugs it away.
“But why? I thought I was going to be punished for murder, but I woke up there.”
“Murder?” Klempner frowns. “Why would you think that?”
“Supervisor Jenkins…” she suddenly swallows her words.
“Jenkins was hit by a truck. Why…?”
Better stop this…
I interrupt. “So why did you send her to that farm?”
He ignores me, addressing Charlotte. “Jenkins was dead. I had to get you out of the way. Left to his own devices, Bech would almost certainly have killed you. Or arranged that you died. I wanted you alive.”
“So you sent me to the farm and set a spy on me? Why there?”
He taps a forefinger, the nail click-clicking on tired formica.
“I wanted you to grow up like your mother.”
Christ!
wanted me as a substitute for her? Is that
could put it
take your revenge
face almost touching the grill. “You got it right the first time. I wanted you as a
is he saying all
Admitting this?
imagine I would have wanted you?” she hisses. “Fallen in love with you? Is that what you mean? After the way you treated me when I was little? It’s been over twenty years. You’re obsessed. You’re fucking
guard moves to stand behind Klempner, poking
in the guard's stance; something in
He dislikes Klempner?
Really dislikes him?
Something personal?
And Klempner’s face…
your visitors, you’ll
excuse to
eyes flash sidelong, fury glittering there. Just for
The monster…
schools his features to a more normal expression;
Apparent meekness.
Apparent obedience.
All fake.
What’s going on?
Charlotte’s. “Calm down,” he murmurs. “It’s past.” It’s the first
I just saw, but
in her chair. She and Klempner eye-ball each other. After long seconds he says, “So what would you like to
rage drains from her. “Will you tell me something about my mother?”
looking into some far distance. “She had
A thing? What do
the back of her shoulder, just there.” He reaches back, tapping behind himself. “And she’d
was artistic? A painter?
realistic.” He sucks at his teeth. “Almost eerily so actually. She
seems to run out of words. Klempner regards her, then continues, “She always seemed to be wearing butterflies on herself somewhere... slippers,
back in
He sucks in his cheeks, looking amused. “What’s so surprising about
have it
like a desert, “Long
to his. “Would you tell me about
next time you come
sets. “Why
encourage you to visit me
“Oh… What else?”
gets that distant look again. “She wore a necklace with one too, a butterfly that is. A little
inside. Klempner watches the performance with a raised brow. He glances
the photograph, holding it up to the grill. “Is that it? The necklace. That she’s wearing
more closely. “Well, what are the chances? Where the hell did you get hold of
found it in some old records… The missing persons file on my father.” Her hand is shaking. “Is that it? The necklace she’s
at her, his eyes narrowing, then he turns his attention back
the guard who snaps fingers at the photo. Charlotte passes it to
it under the grill
Something precious?
sits staring at
the necklace you were
voice is quiet as he looks up. “Your father gave it to
him in
“Yes, that’s Conners.”
you still
the monosyllable lacks
doesn’t seem to notice. “When was it?
are slow. “Towards the end, before... before...” He holds up the photo. “Can I keep
flushes then swallows. “It's the only
flesh is icy. “It's a copy of the original. James can make you
to James.
want
have that necklace you know. If you like, you can
voice trembles. “Why do you
your father gave it to your mother.
didn't let you keep things
have it here. But I can have it sent to you. Perhaps at those
hand from mine. “Why would you take that
sits back, chews at a lip. “I used
I had nothing to
photo. “Quid pro quo. You give me something. I
that really it?”
his arms, a sneer flirting over his
James stares back.
to out-stare a
did I
between the two of them then, “Why did it fail? Between you and my mother? Because she was
before speaking. “It ended like that, yes. But... there was something about her well before then.
“Couldn’t what?”
shrugs. “Mitch was
supposed
no capacity
a look like a blade. “While you
his arms. “No, she
loved my
“I’m not convinced
“But she married him?”
necessary to love someone to
want to marry
But yes, I wanted her. I wanted her to be with
she didn’t want you.” Her
was something else. Something
from that, you deduce that she had no capacity
would she have
air through
arms resting on the counter. “She knew I had you. She knew where you would be. But
carved in stone. I take her hand again, curling warm fingers around her cold ones. “You don't believe
me what happened. Do you want the truth or do you want a fairy
want the truth to be a fairy
from him. “And whatever led
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