Sinful Nights(66)

Before she could say any more the sitting-room door opened and Sergeant Holmes appeared, holding a tearful Lucy in his arms.

I promised Heather I wouldn't tell Mummy  … ' her bottom lip wobbled.  She wanted to come and live with us, but you said she couldn't and Mrs  Roberts was very cross because she'd come here for her tea. Heather  wanted her daddy, but he wasn't there  … '

Oh, the anguish of that innocent double indictment! Over the tousled  brown curls, grey eyes met green, both of them mirroring their guilt and  anguish.

It seems that Heather spent the night in one of the huts on the old  allotments down by the railway,' Sergeant Holmes informed them. She  made Lucy promise not to tell.'

Mrs Roberts smacked her,' Lucy whimpered, she made her cry  … '

I was wondering, Mrs Richards-if WPC Ames here stays with Lucy, would you  … '

Claire didn't even think of refusing. After hugging and kissing her  daughter and reassuring her that no one was cross with her, she was half  way out of the door as Jay opened it.

It was less than half a mile to the allotments, but none of them spoke.  All of them must surely be thinking of the terrors that could be  inflicted on a small girl of six on her own.

As they reached the allotments, the Sergeant suggested softly, I think  you'd better be the one to go first, Mr Fraser. If she's still there, we  don't want to frighten her.'

From the white look on Jay's face, Claire knew that nothing on earth  would have prevented him from going first. Hands clenched, her body  tense with dread, she waited as he walked towards the tumbledown hut.

He opened the door and went inside. Claire held her breath, all  sensation suspended as she prayed harder than she had ever done in her  life before. It was illogical to feel this depth of emotion for someone  else's child, but she knew the horrors that could be inflicted on the  innocent-oh, how she knew-and in that aeon of waiting there was an  emotional bonding between her personal anguish and the fear she felt for  Heather that coalesced in a wave of love so strong and intense that  when Jay walked out of the hut, carrying his daughter in his arms,  nothing on earth could have stopped her from stumbling across the  distance that separated them to take the sobbing child in her arms.

Small arms clung to her, heaving sobs swelling the childish chest. Jay looked white and stunned-lost, almost.

She was frightened of me!' Claire heard him say disbelievingly. She was frightened  … '

Let's get her home now,' Sergeant Holmes suggested, time for questions later.'

As Jay leaned forward to take her from Claire, Heather clung to her, and  wept piteously. I want to go to Lucy's house, Daddy. I don't want to  go home!'

Claire avoided looking at him. She could sense everything that he was  feeling. If he had resented and disliked her before it must be nothing  to what he was feeling now.    

 



 

They took Heather back to the small cottage, a look of relief and guilt mingling on Lucy's face as they walked in.

I think we should leave her with Mrs Richards for a few minutes, sir,' Sergeant Holmes suggested to Jay.

Busy trying to soothe Heather's tears, Claire was absently aware of Jay  stepping back from them and allowing the sergeant to take him into the  kitchen.

It was a long time before Heather calmed down enough to be coherent, and  the story she told left Claire shaking with rage and appalled by the  enormity of what could have happened.

She took her upstairs and put her in the spare bed in Lucy's room,  knowing from experience that such an outburst would soon result in  sleep. She was emotionally and physically drained, poor little mite, and  even in sleep she clung to Claire's hand, not wanting her to leave her.

She went down to the kitchen, where the sergeant was entertaining Lucy by reading her a story.

She ran away because she was frightened of Mrs Roberts,' Claire told  them tiredly. It's partly my fault.' She looked at Jay Fraser and saw  that his face was shuttered and remote. Who knew what he was thinking  behind that iron mask? She wanted to have tea with us the other day and  I  …  I refused. I said she must ask Mrs Roberts' permission. The next  day she said she had; I didn't check-I  … ' She couldn't look at Jay  Fraser; surely he must know why she hadn't felt able to speak to his  housekeeper. Apparently she hadn't asked at all, and after I took her  home that evening Mrs Roberts was very angry with her-the poor woman  must have been out of her mind with fear when she didn't turn up from  school. Apparently she shut Heather up in her bedroom and told her she  was going to tell her daddy what she had done. Mrs Roberts told Heather  that her father would be very cross.' Claire bit her lip, wondering if  she ought to suppress the next bit, and then, deciding that she could  not, Apparently Mrs Roberts threatened to leave and told Heather that  if she did, Heather would have to go into a home because neither her  mummy nor her daddy wanted her.' She heard the sound Jay made and  steeled herself against it. That's why she ran away. She was  frightened.'

I never knew!' It was agony listening to the torment in his driven  voice. I trusted the woman. I thought she was reliable! I had no idea.'

It happens to the best of us, sir,' said Sergeant Holmes gruffly. Try  not to blame yourself. I've known Amy Roberts for years. I knew she  didn't like kids, but I'd never have suspected  … '

I'll have to dismiss her, of course.' Claire felt that he was talking  more to himself than to them. He looked directly at her for the first  time and she was shocked by his haggard expression.

Could you  …  would you let her stay here tonight? I'll  … '

I'll leave the two of you now, sir. No need for us to stay any longer  … '

Tactfully the sergeant and his colleague left. Lucy was sitting down in  front of the television in the sitting-room when Claire peeped in to  check that she was all right.

She went into the kitchen. Jay Fraser was standing by the window, his  arms rigid against the rim of the sink. He looked up at the entrance and  stepped back from the unit, his movements jerky and unco-ordinated. He  walked like a man who had had too much to drink, and suddenly he swayed,  his face tinged with a frightening pallor.

The bathroom,' he muttered thickly.

Numbly Claire told him, trying to blot out of her mind the sound of him  being violently sick. Shock affected people in many different ways, and  she could almost feel the bitter combination of pain and anguish that  made up his.

When he came back down he moved like an old, old man. Leaning against  the kitchen door, he said slowly, I owe you an apology.' He shuddered  suddenly. God, when I think of what could have happened to her  …  I had  no idea how she felt, no idea at all.'

She could hear and see the anguish of a parent suddenly realising how it  had failed its child. Ridiculously, she wanted to comfort him, but what  could she say?

You did your best. It can't be easy  … '

No, I didn't do my best,' he said savagely. If I'd done my best she'd  have a proper mother.' His eyes suddenly focused on her and darkened.  Someone like you. Have you any idea what it does to me to know that you  know more about her feelings and her fears than I do  … ? That you cared  enough to make sure she got home from school safely, while I  … '

You didn't know. You couldn't know. In your shoes I'd have opted for an older woman.'    

 



 

I should have known there was something wrong. Hell, I did know,' he  said savagely. She never stopped talking about you, but I wouldn't  listen. It's been one hell of a bad year for me,' he added slowly. The  divorce became final eighteen months ago. I suppose you've heard the  story: the neglected wife leaving; having an affair with her husband's  business partner right under his nose. Susie never wanted children. She  wanted to abort when she discovered she was pregnant  … '

He was telling her things he'd normally never dream of telling anyone,  Claire sensed; his defences were relaxed by shock and fear. He needed  the release of talking, even if he barely realised who he was talking  to. She wasn't a person to him right now, she was just a presence  …   someone to listen.

She never cared for Heather, and Heather seemed to sense it. I was glad  when she said she didn't want her. She's my child and I love her,' he  said fiercely as though she had voiced a doubt. But after my experience  with Susie I swore I'd never marry again; never allow another woman to  entangle me in that sort of emotional mess. It isn't that easy, though.  Human beings have certain needs.' He wasn't aware of how Claire froze.  And I soon discovered there are plenty of women willing to share a  man's bed, especially when they think he's vulnerable. I've lost count  of the number of women who've told me that Heather needs a mother.'

He knew who she was now, Claire recognised, catching his oblique glance.

I misjudged you and I'm sorry for it, but I'd just spent a fortnight in  the States, trying to fend off half a dozen or so attempts at  matchmaking from the wives of my business colleagues. Heather might need  a mother, but I don't want a second wife.' He pushed one hand through  his hair. What the hell am I going to do?'