Blood Harvest Part 7

He half stood. He'd misjudged the entire situation and now he had to make as dignified an exit as possible.

She put a hand on his arm. 'I'm on very strong painkillers,' she said. 'All the time. I'm not supposed to drink alcohol.'

Somehow, that didn't feel like an out-and-out no. 'Well, that's fine because I'm a man of the cloth,' he said, sitting down again. 'We're not allowed to get wasted every night, so you'd be good for me. They're running a season of Christopher Lee movies in Rawtenstall. Do you like horror films?'

'Not really.' The hand fell away from his arm, but that smile was definitely back.

He shook his head. 'Me neither. Too easily scared. How do you feel about romantic comedies?'

'I'm starting to think I might be in one. Aren't vicars supposed to be celibate?'

'That's Catholic priests,' he said, managing to keep a straight face. 's.e.x is definitely allowed in the Anglican church,' he went on, as she turned from him and he could see the skin of her neck start to glow. 'The guidelines say we should usually take a woman out a couple of times first. You know, for a movie, or a pizza, but I suppose I could be flexible.'

She was bright pink now and staring straight ahead as though the grey horse in the school was about to do something spectacular. 'Do shut up,' she snapped.

'Well, I would, but you haven't said yes yet and it's difficult to do this in sign language.'

She was facing him again, trying to be serious, not quite managing it. 'I called you an a.s.shole the other day,' she said.

'Very perceptive. I like that in a woman.'

She dropped her head and looked at him sideways. It was a surprisingly childlike gesture for a woman who must be in her early thirties. 'I'm sorry I was a b.i.t.c.h,' she said. 'But I was on my backside in the middle of the road with limbs all over the place and ...'

'It was a good look for you sorry, didn't quite mean that the way it sounded I'll shut up. Maybe I should ask d.u.c.h.ess out.'

'I think they'll excommunicate you for that.'

'No, that's allowed too. It's more common than you might think.'

She started to laugh, a soft, almost soundless mirth that shook her shoulders and made her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounce inside her shirt. He was staring again. He leaned back in his chair and looked up. A small flock of starlings was moving across the sky. As one, the birds changed direction and, for a split-second, formed what could almost be a heart-shape in the air before switching again and heading away from them.

'I'm not a churchgoer,' she said after a moment.

Harry shrugged. 'n.o.body's perfect.'

'I'm serious.' She was too. She'd stopped smiling. 'I really don't believe in G.o.d,' she went on. 'Won't that be a problem? While we're watching this romantic comedy or eating pizza or whatever?'

'I'll do you a deal, Evi,' he said, knowing that, in truth, the deal was all but done and all he had to do was close it.

'Another one?' she asked.

'The first one worked out OK. I got you back on the horse and you were still speaking to me. So the new deal is, I won't try and convert you. You don't try and a.n.a.lyse me.'

'How did you know?' she asked. 'How did you know what my name is and what I do?'

Harry pointed at the sky. The starlings were still there, hovering overhead, as though they knew what was happening on the ground and were hanging around to see the outcome. 'All-knowing-one on speed-dial,' he said. 'How about Friday?'

She didn't even pretend to think about it. 'OK, that would be b.u.g.g.e.r, I mean, sorry I have to work. I'm seeing a family in Oldham at their house. I won't be back till late.'

'Well, Sat.u.r.day then oh no, sorry, I mean b.u.g.g.e.r I have this church thing. Heptonclough where we met, you'll remember are having their annual harvest shindig. You know the sort of thing, ceremonial cutting of the last wheat, dancing around naked as the sun goes down and then the harvest feast in one of the big houses.'

'Sounds a riot.'

'Well, quite. They've asked me to read a traditional prayer over the crop and say grace at the dinner. I'm invited to bring a guest, but maybe ...' Harry stopped. Taking a date to his first official function? Was that really a good idea?

'I think it could be fun,' said Evi. 'And I'd get to see you in action.'

Harry realized he really didn't want his first date with Evi to go wrong. He gestured at his clothes. 'I'd be wearing the, you know, the regalia dog collar, ceremonial robes. At least till after the formal stuff.'

'Can't wait.' The starlings were starting to move off, twisting back in their direction every couple of seconds, as if to check it was all still going well. And it was going well. Except he might just have messed it up.

'Now you're starting to sound kinky,' he said.

'Says the man who wants to date my horse.'

'Sat.u.r.day then. Can I walk you to your car?'

She pushed herself upright. 'Thanks,' she said. 'It's next to that flashy blue thing with the soft top and all the chrome.'

15.

25 September 'YOU LOOK LOOK MUCH MUCH BETTER, BETTER, GILLIAN,' GILLIAN,' SAID SAID EVI.'I'D EVI.'I'D HARDLY HARDLY have known you.' have known you.'

'Thank you. I do feel better.'

Gillian's hair was freshly washed, her clothes seemed cleaner. There was even a touch of make-up around those strange, silver-grey eyes. It was possible to see, this morning, the attractive girl she'd been before her life had fallen apart.

'And you're still getting on all right with the medication?' Evi asked.

Gillian nodded. 'It's amazing, the difference it makes,' she said. Then her face darkened. 'I spoke to my mum about what you'd given me and she said I'd become addicted. That I'd have to take pills for the rest of my life.'

Well-meaning relatives with fixed views didn't always help.

'Don't worry about that,' said Evi, shaking her head. 'Addiction is always a risk but it's one we're very careful to guard against. The medicines I've given you are a temporary measure. I'll be aiming to wean you off them gradually, once we both think you can cope without them. How are you finding the AA meetings?'

Another nod. 'They're nice. Nice people. I haven't had a drink in fourteen days.'

'That's brilliant, Gillian, well done.'

Astonishing, the difference in the girl. Four weeks ago, Gillian had barely been able to string a sentence together.

'Can we talk about what you've been doing over the week,' suggested Evi. 'Have you been eating?'

'I'm trying, but ... it's funny, Pete used to tease me about putting weight on. Now, I'm a size zero and his new girlfriend's getting fatter by the week.'

Getting conscious about her body size again. Using a modelling term size zero and secretly proud of it.

'Are you still in touch with Pete?' asked Evi. The subject of Gillian's ex-husband had come up briefly in two of their previous appointments. Both times, Gillian had been reluctant to discuss him and Evi hadn't been able to help thinking there was a lot of suppressed anger getting in the way of her recovery. Now, just at the mention of the man's name, Gillian's lips had all but disappeared and a small muscle beneath her left eye was twitching.

'Are you angry with him?' asked Evi, when Gillian showed no sign of responding. 'For leaving when you were grieving?'

Gillian's eyes narrowed. 'He was having an affair,' she said, looking over Evi's shoulder to the window. 'Before the fire. He was already seeing her, the woman he's with now.'

She'd thought there was something. 'I'm sorry, I didn't know,' said Evi. 'How did you find out?'

Gillian looked down at the carpet. 'Someone told me,' she said. 'A friend of mine. She'd seen them in the pub together. But I knew anyway. You always know, don't you?'

'But you were out together, the night of the fire. Maybe it wasn't too serious, this thing with ...'

'We weren't out together,' interrupted Gillian. 'He was with her. He'd left me on my own with Hayley. Again. So I phoned Barry Robinson and asked him to babysit. Then I caught the bus into town. I was spying on my cheating husband when my baby was burning to death.'

That certainly explained a lot. No wonder the girl felt guilty. Even less wonder her husband had left. The two of them would barely have been able to look at each other without feeling overwhelmed with guilt.

'Do you still have feelings for Pete?' asked Evi.

'He's a cheating b.a.s.t.a.r.d,' said Gillian. 'My stepdad was the same. Most of them are. Out for what they can get and they don't care who with.'

Alarm bells were ringing in Evi's head. 'You didn't get on with your stepfather?' she asked. Gillian's stepfather had cheated? With whom?

Gillian was still looking at the floor. Her lips had tightened. She had the look of a teenager in trouble for staying out too late.

'Do you blame Pete for Hayley's death?' Evi tried again, when she realized Gillian wasn't going to talk about her stepfather. No answer. 'Are you angry with him for maybe not grieving as much as you?'

At last Gillian looked up. 'Hayley's death destroyed Pete,' she said. 'He adored her. Afterwards, he couldn't bring himself to look at me because I reminded him of her.'

'Grief often breaks up marriages,' said Evi. 'Sometimes the pain is so intense that the only way people can move on is by making a clean break.'

'Do you think I'll ever meet anyone else?' Gillian asked after a moment.

'Do you mean a man?' inquired Evi, surprised. 'A boyfriend?'

'Yes. Is it possible, do you think, to find someone that I have feelings for? Who might, you know, look after me.'

Had she met someone already? It might account for the clean hair and clothes, for the interest in the future. Someone at the AA meetings?

'I think it's quite likely you will,' said Evi. 'You're still young and you're very pretty. But relationships take a lot of emotional energy. We need to concentrate on getting you strong again.'

'I'd look for someone different to Pete, next time,' said Gillian. 'Maybe someone older. I wouldn't worry so much about how he looked. Just so long as he was nice.'

This girl wasn't looking; she thought she'd already found him.

'Nice is a good quality in a man,' said Evi. 'How are you finding the other people at the AA meetings?'

'They're OK. Is it too soon, do you think, for me to have met someone?'

'Have you met someone?' asked Evi.

The girl was actually blushing. 'No,' she said. 'Maybe. You'd think I was mad if I told you.'

'Why would I think you mad?'

'Well, it's like, he's so not my type. He was just really nice. And then, the next day, he came to see me. He stayed for nearly two hours, just chatting. There was, like, a chemistry, do you know what I'm saying?'

Evi was starting to smile too, in spite of her reservations. 'Yes,' she said, 'I know about chemistry.'

All the textbooks would say the girl wasn't ready for a new relationship but, hey, sometimes you just had to go with the flow. And she knew something herself about the difference a chance meeting could make to a life. How suddenly the darkness that was a woman's future could let in a beam of sunlight.

'But Christ, I mean, a vicar. It's just so not me.'

'A what?'

'He's a vicar. Can you believe it? I'd have to stop swearing, for one thing. And church every week. I'm not sure I could hack it.'

Evi's smile was starting to hurt. She allowed the muscles around her mouth to relax and concentrated on keeping her expression interested and friendly. 'You've met a vicar?' she asked.

'I know, I know. But there was just something about him. And he's young and he wears normal clothes and, actually, I think you might know him, I saw you ...'

Gillian was gabbling on and Evi was no longer listening. Oh yes, there was something about him all right.

'We're going to have to stop now, Gillian,' she said, although there were still four minutes to go on the clock. 'I'm delighted to see how well you're doing.'

Gillian left the room smiling. A few weeks ago her life had been in tatters. Now she was smiling. Evi picked up the phone. Was there any possible way? None that she could see. She dialled a number and thanked the G.o.d she didn't believe in when she got Harry's answer machine.

16.

26 September A AAH-LAY-OH! AAH-LAY-OH!.

The cry came echoing up the street. A man's voice, loud and strong. A second later lots of voices answered him.

Aah-lay-oh, aah-lay-oh, aah-lay-oh!

Silence. Joe looked at his brother, his eyes round as saucers. Tom gave a little shrug and tried to look as if he'd heard it all before.

Aaah-lay-oh! One voice again, coming from somewhere down the hill. Two beats of silence and then the cry struck up again. Aaaylay-oh, aah-lay-oh, getting louder and faster like a drumbeat. It sounded as though a hundred men were just around the corner.

And then, just when Tom thought they couldn't possibly get any louder, it all stopped. There was a second of peace and then an almighty crash of metal against stone. Then another and another. Crash! Crash! Footsteps coming up the hill. Tom moved a little closer to his dad, just a small step, too tiny for anyone to notice.