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Teenage tight, where you believe your friends are soul mates and the bonds will last forever.
It all told a tale of grief and distraction.
The impact had come like a blow to the chest and it nudged something loose in Falk’s mind. A memory he hadn’t thought of in years slid to the surface.
‘Maybe whoever was here that day didn’t kill the baby because they just didn’t need to kill the baby,’ Falk said finally. ‘Nothing personal about it. Doesn’t matter who you are, thirteen-month-olds don’t make good witnesses.’
But the bottom kept dropping out of the conversation, like an unexpected pothole in the road. It had never used to happen, but recently it seemed to creep into all their interactions like a fault line.
and always with the same polite but distant tone.
And it had been rotten and thick and black enough to extinguish that light forever.
When in doubt, an instructor of Falk’s had always said, follow the money.
Falk scrolled through with the polite forbearance of the childless.
He nodded once like a full stop on the conversation and turned.
‘Oh yeah, real knight in shining armour, you are. Always here for a shoulder to cry on, dripping poison in her ear.
Nothing like old-fashioned misogyny to make the ignorant turn down good advice.
but his monstrous acts were spawned by a beast of his own creation.
‘Real baptism of fire, eh?’
She looked at it, then, to his surprise, reached out and pulled him into a swift hug. Not flirty, not even friendly, but perhaps peaceful.
