Steven Dunne - The Reaper

‘Is he expecting you, Mr…?’

‘Detective Inspector Brook. By now, I would say, yes. Ms Gibbs,’ beamed Brook, scrutinising her nametag.

Ms Gibbs seemed unsure. She disappeared for a moment then returned. ‘I’m afraid he’s in a meeting at the moment and can’t be disturbed.’

‘You astonish me.’

‘We’re closing at lunchtime, we’re very busy. It’s Christmas Eve. But if you’d like to wait…’

‘No. I’d hate that. I’m easily bored. You trot along and tell him to disturb his meeting or I’ll come along and disturb it for him.’

Ms Gibbs stood open-mouthed, darting her Siamese eyes around the reception area in the vain hope that someone would come to her assistance. ‘I…’

‘Still here?’

At this Ms Gibbs turned and scuttled away. Brook followed her into another office.

Unaware of him, she paused to compose herself outside a large pair of doors sporting the sign ‘Conference One.’ She brushed herself down, as though in the twenty seconds between the reception area and the conference room she’d been strewn with litter, and knocked timidly on the door before entering. Brook marched in behind her.

Perhaps a dozen people sat at the long polished table. Twelve pairs of eyes moved their curious gaze from the flustered Ms Gibbs to the encroaching Brook.

Only one person was standing, furthest from Brook, a burly man, an inch or two shorter than Brook, with a heavy-set face, partially obscured by thick wavy black hair. The jacket from his expensive suit had been discarded onto the back of a chair and he stood in shirtsleeves and loud braces. He had a pointer in one hand and stood to the side of a data projector. It was Tony Harvey-Ellis.

Only his eyes didn’t engage Brook with curiosity. Only his eyes didn’t bore into Brook’s granite expression with a mixture of annoyance and interest. In fact, he didn’t look at Brook at all. Terri must have poured it all out to him and now Tony stood on the scaffold of his own folly, resigned to his fate. Humiliation? Violence? Arrest? Perhaps all three. Resignation flowed from his every pore. No fear, just a hint of sorrow perhaps. Sorrow for the end of self-esteem, the end of a persona carefully constructed for others.

In those few seconds Brook almost felt sorry for the man. Then he remembered Amy. Poor Amy. Her world would fall apart again. Only one thing was a consolation to Brook at that moment-the thought that soon, perhaps today, his star would begin to rise in Amy’s eyes again. It was an unworthy thought but it caused him no guilt. In fact, he liked the idea. Without wishing to, Amy would have to reassess her previous marriage in the light of damning new evidence against her current arrangements. There was no way back for Brook and Amy but it was nice to think of their history together being rewritten, if just a little.

A distinguished man in his fifties, with thick grey hair, stood to take charge of proceedings. ‘Can I ask what the hell you think you’re doing?’

‘No you can’t.’ Brook beamed at him in such a polite manner it caused an immediate tremor of unease.

‘Look here…’

‘Sit down.’

‘Ms Gibbs. Call the police.’

‘The police are here, PR man,’ said Brook. ‘Tony Harvey-Ellis.’ He looked at Brook now, a grim smile glued to his face. ‘I’m Detective Inspector Brook. I’d like to speak to you in connection with several serious offences, including the corruption of a minor and rape.’

Gasps exploded round the room. Tony’s smile faded. He nodded at nobody in particular. He certainly didn’t acknowledge any of his colleagues, now turned towards him, jaws sagging.

‘Must we do this here, Damen?’ His voice was calm.

‘Do what?’ Brook’s air of bewilderment was over the top, as was his subsequent embarrassment. ‘Oops. Silly me. Have I been indiscreet? Have I said the wrong thing? Me and my big mouth. Then let’s go to your office, Tony.’ Brook turned to the throng as he made to walk out. ‘Everyone just forget I said anything.’

Brook waited for Tony outside the conference room and let him pass. Tony led Brook to another door and they went into his private office. As Tony closed the door behind Brook, a dozen faces looked on from the safety of the conference room.

When they were alone Tony turned to face Brook, flinching at the expected blow but not preparing to defend himself.

‘Do you think I’ve come here to hit you, Tony?’

‘I don’t know. I only know I’ve been a shit. I deserve it.’

‘You want me to hurt you, don’t you?’

‘No, I…’

‘Course you do. You think you’ll feel better. You’ll think you’ve had your punishment.’

‘No.’

‘Well I’m not making it that easy for you. Not a chance. Nothing you can say will make me hurt you.’

‘Listen, Damen, it just happened, I didn’t plan it this way…’

Brook took a one step run up and kicked Tony in the crotch. He collapsed to the deep shag carpet like a slaughtered cow, doubled in agony. His breath came in harsh rasps. And Brook circled him without expression.

‘Now look what you’ve made me do. That’s not what I wanted at all, but you’re too clever for me. And now you’re feeling a lot better and I feel like a fool.’ Brook ambled to the window and looked out across the bay. ‘Nice view.’

Tony was still panting hard but not as violently as before. ‘Do what you want to me. It won’t change what’s happened. We still love each other.’

Brook pursed his lips, his body rigid with effort. ‘Does Amy know?’

‘No, and she’s not going to, not from me anyway.’

‘She’ll find out, Tony. Sooner or later. Terri’s a young girl. You took her virginity. She can’t lock that sort of thing away forever. Not from her mum.’

Tony started sobbing. Finally he said, ‘I’ve ruined everything.’

Brook smiled and pulled him up onto a chair, patting him on the back. ‘Yes you have. But you see, that’s self-knowledge right there. That’s a good thing. I’ve discovered, and you’ll find the same, that if you can acknowledge your mistakes, if you can put your hand in the air and say, ‘I screwed up,’ it only takes ten, maybe fifteen years to get over it.

‘Now here’s what you’re going to do, Tony. When I leave, you’re going to pull yourself together and you’re going to ring Amy. You’re going to arrange to meet her in town for lunch at your favourite restaurant. Tell her you’ve got a promotion or a big salary increase, she’s bound to believe a slick salesman like you…’

‘I couldn’t. I couldn’t face her after this.’

‘That’s good, because you’re not going to. While she’s out, you’re going to slip back home, pack your bags and leave Brighton. Today.’

‘What?’

‘That’s right. Today. And you’re not ever going to come back.’

‘What about Amy?’

‘You’ll never see her or Terri again. And don’t worry. You’ve seen how well Amy gets over failed marriages. She can look after herself. She’s got her own money. And some of yours.’

‘Where will I go?’

‘I don’t care, Tony-as long as you go for good. Clear?’

‘But my life’s here…’

‘Not any more.’

‘It was an accident. I’ll talk to Terri. She’ll understand…’

Brook grabbed Tony by the collar and forced his face into eye contact. ‘No, you have to understand, Tony. If you don’t leave I’ll have you arrested. You’ve broken the law and you can go to prison. You wouldn’t like prison, Tony. It’s not for people like you. Especially if people get the idea you’re some kind of nonce. And believe me they will. You’ll feel like you’ve had a Giant Redwood shoved up your arse.’