Followed by Cara Alexander

Author:Cara Alexander [Alexander, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-29T22:00:00+00:00

17

Visit Jane

A few days ago, the police installed CCTV over the front bedroom window, just above the front door. I asked them to install it along the street but so far nothing's been done. The guy last night was wearing a balaclava so even with the CCTV we don’t know who he was.

‘I'm late,’ Nick yells, hurtling down the stairs into the kitchen. ‘Where's my laptop?’

I smile to myself. ‘It's probably under the table where you left it. You don't have to rush, it's only ten past eight.’ I pass him a plate of freshly made bacon sandwiches.

His eyes widen. ‘Bacon sandwiches?’

‘Yeah.’

He takes a bite and grimaces. ‘What sort of bacon is this, it tastes like wood.’

He looks so funny I can’t help but laugh. ‘Here, put some HP sauce on it.’

‘No. It's okay.’ He rams the rest into his mouth then takes a sip of coffee. ‘Don't you miss eating real bacon?’

‘No. I prefer this.’

He raises an eyebrow, takes another large gulp of coffee and turns to go.

‘What about the young PC, is there any news?’

‘He's critical, but they think he'll pull through, now I must go, or I'll be late.’

‘We should visit him in hospital, but not today, I have to arrange to see one of the women. What time shall I make it?’

He frowns and looks irritated.

‘Come on Nick, last night you said you would take me.’

‘I didn't say anything of the sort,’ he declares, screwing up his face. Then he gives me one of his serious looks. ‘You know I could get into trouble for this, don't you?’

I hadn't thought of that.

He stares at me for a long time as if deciding what to do.

I turn and walk over to the window. He follows. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he quietly says. ‘I'll be busy most of the day, but if it must be today, make it around 12.30 – lunchtime, then give me a call to let me know.’

I watch him drive away, then bolt the door, run upstairs and take out my notes.

The first woman I call cuts me off after just a few seconds. The next one seems hesitant, but I keep talking. I explain what happened to me, and why I'm calling. ‘Did you have a similar experience?’ I ask, holding my breath.

Silence.

I don't want to frighten her, so I lower my voice. ‘I want to help you. I want to catch the people who did this. We must talk. Can we meet somewhere?’

‘Who are you?’ she demands. ‘Are you with the police?’

I quickly look at my notes, her name is Jane Furrows. ‘Jane, I'm a friend of Detective Inspector Nick Stephens, you can phone him if you like, he'll confirm it. I live in Oxford with my mother and son.’

Silence.

‘Jane, are you still there?’

‘Yes.’

‘Listen carefully Jane, have you got a pen? Good, now write down my name and phone number.’ I give her time to jot it down then ask. ‘Can we meet today at lunchtime, about 12.30?’

‘Can you come to my house?’

‘Of course - at the address you gave the police?’

‘Yes.

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