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!
“You wanted
it that way,
To take your revenge on me? Because
“You got it right the first time. I wanted you as a
is he
Admitting this?
wanted you?” she hisses. “Fallen in love with you? Is that what you
guard moves to stand behind Klempner, poking a baton between
is something in the guard's stance; something in his
He dislikes Klempner?
Really dislikes him?
Something personal?
And Klempner’s face…
your visitors, you’ll not be getting
excuse to cut
glittering
The monster…
a more normal expression; apparent passivity…
Apparent meekness.
Apparent obedience.
All fake.
What’s going on?
he
want to think about what I just saw, but my thoughts
After long seconds he says, “So
rage drains from her. “Will you tell me something about my mother?” There’s pleading in
inclines, eyes unfocusing, seemingly looking into some far distance. “She had
thing? What do you
butterflies. She had a small tattoo on the back of her shoulder, just there.” He
was artistic? A painter?
work was very good. Very realistic.” He sucks at his teeth. “Almost eerily so actually.
regards her, then continues, “She always seemed to
back in
his cheeks, looking amused. “What’s so surprising
“Didn't have it down as a pyjamas kind of
tone like a desert,
lift to his. “Would you
the next
sets.
encourage you
“Oh… What else?”
look again. “She wore a necklace with one too, a butterfly that is. A little silver
her bag, scrabbling inside. Klempner watches the performance with a raised
something; the photograph, holding it up to the grill. “Is
“Well, what are the chances? Where the hell did you get hold
missing persons file on my father.” Her hand is shaking. “Is that it?
then he turns his
looks to the guard who snaps fingers at the photo. Charlotte
under the grill and Klempner takes it
Something precious?
then sits staring
the necklace you
it is.” His voice is quiet as he looks up. “Your father gave it to
in
“Yes, that’s Conners.”
still
But the monosyllable
“When was it?
before... before...” He holds up the photo. “Can
then swallows. “It's the only one I
Her flesh is icy. “It's a copy of the original.
fingers tighten into mine. She swings to James. “You're sure?” He nods without
want it, you
still have
it?” Charlotte's voice trembles. “Why do
to your mother. Since she's not here, I suppose that makes
wavering, “I thought they didn't let you
have it sent to you. Perhaps at those Haswell offices where
dragging her hand from mine. “Why would you take that kind of trouble? You
chews at a lip. “I used
something I had
the photo. “Quid pro quo. You give
really it?” asks
folds his arms, a sneer flirting over his
James stares back.
to
did I
fail? Between you and my mother? Because she was afraid
pause before speaking. “It ended like that, yes.
“Couldn’t what?”
shrugs. “Mitch was
that supposed
no capacity to
look like a blade. “While you do?
back, folding his arms. “No,
my
“I’m not
“But she married him?”
not actually necessary to
want to
far. But yes, I wanted her. I wanted her to be
you.”
that either. There was something else. Something stopping her from…
that, you deduce that she had no
would she have left you at
air through his
on the counter. “She knew I had you. She knew where you
carved in stone. I take her hand again, curling warm fingers around her cold ones. “You don't believe in softening the
to ask me what happened. Do you want the
the truth to
whatever led
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