Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

The food in the canteen isn’t haut cuisine, being served for a clientele who go for quantity over quality. But it’s hot and there’s plenty of it, and Benny hits his plate as though he’s not eaten for a week…

Perhaps he hasn’t…

My Master has his smile firmly switched to On, but I see his eyes travelling Benny, measuring and gauging. He doesn’t say much, simply playing with a bowl of soup while Benny engulfs a huge plate of casserole, veg and mash, then wipes the plate down with a roll.

“They do top-ups as part of the price.” My Master waves vaguely at the serving counter. “Go get more if you want it.”

Benny mumbles something and gripping his tray, heads for the serving counters. As soon as he is out of earshot, my Master turns to me. “So, how do you know him?”

“He was in Blessingmoors when I was. He… was kind to me.”

His brows rise. “Kind to you?” He props an elbow on the table, his chin on a fist.

“Yes. At a time when there wasn’t much kindness around, Benny tried.”

Expressionless, “What did he do?”

The stew I just ate sours as I seek memories I usually suppress. “There was a day… There weren’t many books in Blessingmoors. I think they only kept the ones they had to fool the authorities. But there was one. It was my favourite. ‘The Thousand and One Nights’. You know, the Arabian Nights…” The smallest of nods. “One of the men there, one of the staff, ripped it up…”

In a voice with no tone, “Why did he do that?”

“No reason. Just for spite. But he tore it up in front of me then…” I bite down on my words, shrinking from the memory. “Anyway, Benny tried to mend it. Put it back together again for me.”

My Master says nothing, takes a spoonful of soup. Benny returns with another mountain of food.

“So, what do you do, Benny?” asks my Master.

Benny chews at a potato chunk, struggles to swallow before he speaks. “Do?”

“What do you do for a living? Charlotte here… Jenny… is training to be an engineer. What do you do?”

Benny’s eyes round up, his smile broad and bright as he looks at me. “Engineer? Hey, that’s great.” Then he looks down into his plate. “But she was always the smart one. I’m not clever like her. I don’t have a job right now.”

My Master muses into his soup. “Would you like to work? You want a job?”

Gulping down, “Oh, yes. I always get work if I can, but it never lasts long.”

“Why’s that?

his food, stirring it around. “No. I always try to get something permanent. I work hard, and I’m good with my hands, but sooner or later

in his seat. “You can’t

flushes. “Like I said, I’m

going here on site if you want to try.” Benny jolts up. “It would just be temporary labouring for now, but if we find out what you’re good at, it could

rising sun. “That’d be great.

My Master offers his hand again. And

he’s never done it

… and shakes.

introduce you to the site manager, Sam Callaghan.” He eyes Benny’s plate, just being

vanishes off on a quest for apple pie, I say, “Thank you,

“What goes around, come around. He was kind

*****

Twenty-Six Years Ago

watches daytime TV; quiz and game shows, crap soaps and re-runs. Two minutes later,

arrived wearing, so she settles in bed, trying to sleep. After twelve

No-one calls.

has

Have they forgotten her?

here,

beyond thinking, she

the ceiling for a

from the depths of the bed.

a taxi to bring you to our offices. Be at the front door in twenty

*****

she visited the offices. “Mr Devlin is expecting you, Miss Kimberley.

He takes a sheaf of photos from an envelope, spreading them out on the table top; a dozen faces, seen from different angles and distances; not good quality, as though taken covertly or perhaps reproduced from newspaper cuttings. “Your man Klempner, can you pick

the photos but barely hesitates as

“You're sure?”

“Yes.”

lays another photograph on the table; a different shot of the same face. Old and blurred, in black and white but yellowing at the

now and he doesn’t

you know as Lawrence Klempner has known connections with a range of criminal organisations. In this photo here, he’s in Angola, but there is information linking him