Bring to Light (London Lies 3) by C F White

Author:C F White [White, C F]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Office Politics

Jackson emerged from Soho fire station feeling as though he’d been run over by one of their trucks.

The physical pain of that wouldn’t be any comparison to the emotional strain of what he’d heard though. What was coming to light. What he’d been inadvertently involved in and hadn’t realised the magnitude of. His very essence was waning. He wished he’d never started this whole thing. He wished he could have kept it all to himself and dealt with the consequences of being a vilified celebrity.

It was all too much.

“We need to go to London Lights,” Fletcher said, voice low and airy as he joined him on the path outside the fire station. Jackson had let him have a moment with his old friends after all the revelations, to give him a chance for a proper goodbye but also to sort out his own head and own emotional outpour to everything he’d had to listen to.

“Why?”

“I’ve got an email to pick up and a phone call to make. And to get these notes down somewhere. We still need to check what’s on that disc I got from your brother.” He tapped his bag. “There’s nowhere else to go.”

“There’ll be nothing on that disc.”

“Still best to check.”

Jackson sighed. “But London Lights? That’s Payne territory. That’s walking right into the hornet’s nest.”

“It’s late.” Fletcher checked his watch. “It’s hitting midnight. No one’ll be there.”

Jackson could see the torment in those usually sparkling green eyes. He wasn’t getting a thrill out of the story anymore. This wasn’t about reaching the dizzy heights of a career in journalism for him. This was now personal. Too personal if his sister was involved. God, he hoped she wasn’t.

It had always been personal for Jackson though. And that had increased with the revelation that Tallulah might not have been as innocent as he had believed.

Fletcher seemed to catch on to his internal torment as he dipped forward to get into his line of sight. “There’s always two sides to a story,” he said and Jackson could practically feel the tiptoed caution in his delivery.

“I know.” Jackson hefted in a deep breath.

“And no matter what Tallulah might have done for her father, she didn’t deserve to die for him.”

“I know.”

“So we need to get this down somewhere. Store it. Digitally. In case…” he trailed off and Jackson didn’t blame him. They were working this thing—this massive, huge thing—with scribbles on a notepad. Should the worst happen to them, all Payne would need is a shredder. Or a lighter. Then that would be the end of it. The end to this awful network of horror stories that even Jackson hadn’t been aware ran so deep. So sordid. So corrupt.

Everyone in the industry had heard of the casting couch scenarios, of course. But spoken from a victim’s mouth, and knowing Tallulah had been involved, made Jackson shudder with how complicit he had been in his avoidance. His ignorance. His disregard for those who had been shoved in front of him time and time again.

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