Cold in Hand
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Whatever was decided, Resnick thought, it looked as if Lynn’s instincts had been right all along.
‘How about you?’ Karen asked.
‘How about me?’
‘You know what I mean.’
One of the other messages on the answerphone had been from the police surgeon, wanting to know when Resnick, who had cancelled two appointments in the past month, felt able to come in and see him for a check-up and an all-clear to go back to work. The truth was, he was unsure if he wanted to go back at all.
‘I’ve got my thirty years in,’ Resnick said. ‘I could retire.’
‘And do what?’ Karen said incredulously. ‘Take an allotment, grow your own fruit and veg?’
‘Why not?’
Karen laughed. ‘You’d go crazy.’
Resnick shrugged. Maybe she was right, maybe he would. But he wasn’t sure if he had the taste for it any more. Not after all that had happened. And besides, maybe an allotment wasn’t all that ridiculous an idea. Plus, he could read all those books he had never found time for, visit those places he had never been. And how many jazz festivals were there? Wigan, Brecon, Appleby, North Sea. And those were just for starters. He could even go and see his pal, Ben Riley, who’d moved out to the States more years ago than either of them cared to remember, and who had almost tired of inviting him to come and stay.
He shook his head; he didn’t know.
‘You’ll sort something out,’ Karen said. ‘Maybe you just need a little more time.’
Reaching down into her bag, she took out the box set of CDs she’d borrowed, back when it had all started.
‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Now I’ll have to get my own.’
He walked with her to the door.
‘Watch out for that Catherine Njoroge,’ Karen said with a wink. ‘She’ll have her eye on you now you’re single.’
‘You are joking?’
‘Probably.’ She tapped a fist against his shoulder. ‘Though you never know.’
When Karen had gone, he went into the kitchen and stood for a moment staring into an almost empty cupboard. Time to restock. The smallest cat nudged against him and he picked it up and felt the soft fur of its head against his neck, the quick beat of its heart against his hand.
What would Lynn say, he wondered? Jack it in or carry on?
He thought about poor bloody Ovid, mired now in bird shit, stranded and alone.
Later that evening, curtains partly drawn, glass of good Scotch at his side, he put the first of the Bessie Smith CDs on to play, Bessie’s voice full and raw and strengthened, it seemed, by adversity. ‘After You’ve Gone’, ‘Empty Bed Blues’ and Resnick’s especial favourite, ‘Cold in Hand’, the young Louis Armstrong’s muted cornet shadowing her phrase for phrase and note for note.
Cold in hand.
How had Ovid put it? Freezing his balls off in Constanta. Something about the snow?
One drift succeeds another here.
The north wind hardens it, making it eternal;
It spreads in drifts through all the bitter year.
Bitter. That wasn’t going to be him. Old and bitter. He smiled. Lynn would never forgive him for that.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Much-needed editorial help aside, the biggest debt of gratitude I owe is to Peter Coles, formerly a detective superintendent with the Nottinghamshire police, who has done his utmost to keep me to the straight and narrow as I falteringly navigated the changes in current police nomenclature and procedure. All failings, it should go without saying, are down to me alone.
Romania I visited under the auspices of the British Council, and I am grateful to them and, especially, to the people I met in Constanta – teachers and students – for their kindness and hospitality. Anyone wishing to explore the avant-garde world of jazz pianist Harry Tavitian should begin at www.harrytavitian.ro.
And for those seeking a more salubrious side of the fair city of Nottingham than the one presented in these pages, any of the following would be a good place to begin:
www.visitnottingham.com
www.nottinghamcity.gov.uk
or www.bbc.co.uk/nottingham
And, of course, www.nottscountyfc.co.uk. Come on, you Pies!
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