Bombing in Belgravia
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Linda smiled at me. “This actually made me feel a lot better, thanks Cassie.”
“No problem,” I replied, feeling a flush of warmth crawl up me. I hadn’t really helped someone like this in almost a year now. It brought back the memories of being able to tell someone that their cancer was now in remission after they had gone through chemotherapy. Of taking off a cast and telling someone they could use their arm normally again. Of reassuring a worried parent that their child was cured of meningitis and was going to be fine.
For the first time in nearly a year, I felt needed. And it felt good. As I left the park with Biscuit and headed home, I started thinking of other ways I could go back to helping people. I was thinking about the future again. That was a good sign, right?
* * *
The next day Violet and I were called back into the police station to answer some more questions about exactly how Andrew Greenhouse had committed the crimes. This mainly involved Violet answering the questions, and me sitting next to her silently.
We were just leaving when Agent Tompkins made his presence known. He had ditched his two other men in black and now stormed over to where Violet and I were leaving, DCI Williams holding the door open for us. He was practically frothing at the mouth.
“You!” he spat. “I told you to stay the hell away from my case. Now I find you handed the murderer to the Met police. You’re a disgrace to England; I should have you deported.”
“I was not looking into the murder case. I looked into the theft of a high value painting. The fact that it led directly to the murderer you weren’t able to find before me is not my fault. Besides, I did not arrest anyone. As you are well aware, that is the police’s job.”
“I don’t care who gets the credit. I know it was you. You steamrolled me, and now I’m going to get chewed out by my boss for failing to catch the murderer.”
“Well, if you were better at your job, perhaps that would not have happened. By the way, I recommend that you drop the mistress. I already told you that your wife is not happy with you, so I suspect that she knows. I would beg for her forgiveness if you value your marriage.”
“How… you little… URGH!” Tompkins finally cried out. He sounded like an angry elephant, and I struggled not to laugh. At this point most of the other cops in the room had realized there was drama happening, and had all stopped what they were doing to see what was going to happen.
“You’ll be hearing from my superior,” Tompkins said, taking a threatening step toward Violet. I saw her smile as he came toward her, but DCI Williams stepped between them before anything else could happen.
“All right, agent. I know you’ve got a beef with Miss Despuis, but this is not the place for that. I must politely ask you to leave the station now.”
“Oh you’re just defending her because you tosspots stole my case and took all the glory,” Tompkins muttered to DCI Williams, but he did turn around and leave.
I looked around the room and noticed Jake standing off to one side. As soon as I saw him my heart skipped a beat and I felt a flush come to my face. It was like I was back in elementary school again, and I scolded myself at my own reaction. However, I found myself gravitating toward him, as though my body was acting completely independently of my brain.
“Hey,” he said to me with a smile. “I see you’ve been busy.”
“Yeah, but things are definitely wrapping up,” I said, trying to sound cool and casual. “Thankfully. Have you ever been held at gunpoint by a bunch of Chinese gangsters?”
“I can’t say I have,” Jake said, looking surprised.
“I wish I could say the same,” I replied, and Jake laughed.
“Why don’t you tell me about it over dinner?” he asked. “It sounds like you’ve had quite an adventure.”
“Sure,” I smiled. “I thought being held at knifepoint by a woman who had killed four people was the most exciting my life was ever going to get, but it turned out I was wrong. How about you? How are things going?”
“Luckily, all the criminals I have to deal with are already dead. I haven’t been held at gunpoint recently; the worst thing that’s happened to me this week was I had to open up a man who died of sepsis. That didn’t smell great. But that’s also not excellent dinner conversation, so we’ll stick to your story. How does tomorrow night sound?”
“Tomorrow night sounds great,” I told Jake with a smile. My stomach fluttered at the thought. A real date! I’d gone on a bit of an accidental half-date with Jake a little while ago, but this was a real, honest-to-God, date with a boy. And a very hot boy at that. Maybe I could even splurge on a new dress for the occasion. Things were definitely looking up.
Also by Samanatha Silver
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