by Clare Chase
At last, he sighed. ‘We’ll start by contacting suppliers of dead bees.’
‘Suppliers? Who the—’
‘I understand they’re quite widely available over the internet. People use them for alternative therapies. I’m hoping your sicko hasn’t thought to cover their tracks too carefully.’
But Tara had a nasty feeling they would have. No one had managed to track them down back when they’d first tormented her.
‘What about the note?’ Blake said. ‘Do you know what they mean by call off the dogs? You haven’t been doing any investigating yourself?’
The idea had occasionally crossed Tara’s mind, but things had been quiet for so long. Digging into the past had begun to seem self-destructive.
‘I haven’t. Nor done anything that would lead anyone to think that I might have.’
Blake frowned.
‘It’s a local postmark, just like it was before.’
‘I noticed.’
At that moment Harry came in and put coffees down in front of them.
‘Thanks.’ Blake and Tara spoke over each other in the instant before Harry dashed out again.
‘We can be guided by you on this,’ Blake said. ‘Which way you want to play it – how you want us to dig.’ His tone was formal, almost distant. It contrasted with his physical closeness.
She nodded. Their differences and the stress of the past, opening up again where her future should be, made her feel uncharacteristically emotional. The champagne probably hadn’t helped. She bit the inside of her lip until it hurt. The threat of tears receded but the emotion and frustration behind them didn’t.
‘I think you’re still preoccupied with what I did before I overpowered Matthew Cope, despite that.’ She indicated the packet of bees. Her words had come involuntarily, quick and full of anger.
‘You’re damned right I am, Tara.’ His response was just as sudden and fiery.
‘I felt cut out – and that you were keeping me at arm’s length for personal reasons.’
‘And you think that makes it okay to storm off in a huff? You still don’t get it, do you?’ His voice rose, his tone harsh. ‘Going off to review evidence without telling the rest of us might seem like a small thing, but it had big consequences. It stopped us from backing you up and it put you and potentially Megan in danger. She’s right to be cross. I need you to understand why this matters – whatever your feelings are towards me and any other members of the team.’
She felt everything well up inside her: a massive boiling mix of stress, hurt and anger. But the anger was 90 per cent because she knew his comments were justified. She’d been too proud to admit she’d been at fault up until now. It would have been a hell of a lot easier if she’d been more adult about it from the start. She looked him straight in the eye. ‘I get it. Genuinely. I’m sorry.’
There was a long pause.
‘That’s good,’ Blake said at last. ‘It makes it less likely you’ll end up on Agneta’s post-mortem table – she’s busy enough as it is.’
She rolled her eyes.
He put his coffee down on the table next to the bees. She saw his hand move towards her, and, for a second, she thought he was going to reach out. In spite of what she’d said that day in the mill, she wanted him too. It was a reflex reaction. But in the end, he held back.
‘Megan asked the other day why I hadn’t told the team that Babette and I were expecting a second child.’
Tara couldn’t imagine Megan asking any such thing.
‘The truth is, I didn’t know the situation myself, until Babs was three months gone.’ His dark eyes were on hers. ‘We hadn’t been trying for a baby – far from it. She told me the evening after you survived the fire. Kitty already knew.’
Tara sat absolutely still. What kind of relationship did Blake and his wife have? Why on earth would she tell his daughter before him? To make it harder for him to walk away? There was a hell of a lot about his family set-up she didn’t understand. Stuff he couldn’t share. She didn’t know what he was going through, half the time. And then there was the reason he’d worked this into the conversation, so that she knew the truth…
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The questions in her mind seemed to hang in the air. She got the impression that he half wanted to tell her more.
At last he sighed. ‘We’ll talk again about that,’ he indicated the envelope with the bees, ‘on Monday. But call me any time you’re worried in between, okay?’ His dark eyes were on hers. ‘It won’t be like last time, Tara. I won’t let it. We’ve all got your back.’
She nodded. The team thing went both ways. She should have treated them all with more respect. Tears threatened again as Blake got up to leave.
After she’d let him out, Tara went to join Harry in the kitchen.
‘You can tell Mum that people who live in Cambridge get dead bees delivered to them, so you’ve decided against uni here,’ she said.
Harry laughed but his expression was troubled. ‘I can’t believe you went through all that when you were my sort of age and I never even knew.’
‘Not family-dinner discussion material, I suppose.’
‘I guess not.’ Harry went to the window, from where they could see Blake’s retreating back as he cycled across the common, towards his home in Fen Ditton. ‘Is that your boss?’
Tara nodded. ‘For the time being.’
‘Were you and he arguing?’ There was a curious look in Harry’s eye.
‘He was telling me off.’
‘What a git.’
Tara gave him a flicker of a smile. ‘Thanks, but I deserved it.’
For a second her half-brother grinned. ‘I hate it when that happens. So he’s not a git then?’
Competing feelings struggled inside her – sadness mixed with warmth. Blake had wanted her to understand his predicament – at least enough to know he hadn’t led her up the garden path.
‘No,’ she said at last. ‘Definitely not a git.’
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