‘Psychologist, eh?’ he had sneered. ‘How come ye cannae sort yourself out, then?’
Now as Tom sat down, he glared at the University lecturer as if he had no right to be there at all. Even the therapist came in for some verbal abuse but Tom knew this was part of his job. He probably expected it. How about the nurses, though? Were they trained to take that sort of crap, too?
As the therapist began his session Tom tried to concentrate on his words, using them as a mantra to focus on the topic. Anxiety. It was ironic that the very act of coming into this group situation should create anxieties for him, he thought. Being a psychologist didn’t help in the least, in fact it had made him even more self-critical. Nan’s death had been the trigger. But now he must move forward, he’d been told. Be positive. Affirmation was the key.
He would heal. He would be well again. Then there would be no need for him to sit with these patients whose anger reached out at him with invisible tentacles.
Chapter Five
Divine unclipped the belt that had pinioned her to the airline seat for considerably more hours than the scheduled flight should have taken. Her fellow passengers were rising now and pulling travel bags from the overhead bins. Divine waited. She was in the unenviable middle of the row of five that DC10 passengers strive to avoid, so she wasn’t going anywhere fast. Besides, she was in no hurry now that they’d landed. The shuttle was leaving Heathrow in just under two hours. Plenty of time to ease herself out of this pigeon coop and find her connection.
The flight attendant smiled at her sympathetically. Not a hair of the young girl’s head was out of place. It prompted Divine to return the smile and comment, ‘How come you girls look so fresh after a night like that?’
In an Irish accent that had charmed her American passengers the girl announced, ‘Oh, I’m bionic, me!’ As if to prove her point she hopped up onto an armrest, revealing a tiny waist and a slim pair of legs as she reached towards another bin. Stretching her own long legs was something Divine was longing to do. Her sigh turned into a yawn.
At last the trail of passengers disappeared down the aisle and Divine ducked out of the seat and made her way onto British territory for the first time.
The flight to Glasgow was uneventful and a lot more comfortable than the larger aircraft that had ferried Divine across the Atlantic. She recognised several of her fellow travellers from the earlier flight. Some were obviously families and couples returning home to Scotland after their trip to the sun. There was a tall man with greying hair who had spent the entire journey deeply ensconced in paperwork. Divine glanced at his hawk-like profile several times. He was worth looking at and he intrigued her. Divine was a people person, her old mother used to say of her youngest daughter. If she couldn’t work out what a person’s occupation was, then she’d simply make it up. Like Paul Simon, she had always loved ‘playing games with the faces’ of people she travelled with. Who was the guy? Expensive suit, thin tweedy coat folded on the spare seat beside him. (Another good thing about this flight were the empty spaces where folks could spread out.) A scientist, maybe? Looked the scholarly type.
Her gaze swept over the other travellers. There was that boy with the ponytail. He’d come across with them too. American down to the toes of his sneakers. But not such a boy either. His ponytail was thin and the sideburns showed grey curls. He could be any body. Divine knew these things now. Anonymous looking guys might be bums or millionaires. She used her powers of observation these days instead of her imagination. After all, that’s what had brought her so far in her varied career.
Lorimer looked at his watch then scanned the arrivals screen. Where the hell was Lipinski? At last the information on the screen rolled over and proclaimed that flight BA2964 had landed. Lipinski would have gone through customs at London so there wouldn’t be too much longer to wait.
At last the figures of travellers began to emerge and Lorimer’s blue eyes bore down the corridor. A thin fellow carrying a worn leather document case under one arm strode past the policeman without a glance, his long tweed coat flapping around his legs. There were several family groups, one of whom was an Asian couple and their little daughters. The two children were obviously exhausted, clinging to their parents’ sides like colourful small limpets.
The stream of passengers dwindled and Lorimer began to look at his watch again with impatience. A tall figure strode into view, wheeling an enormous carry-on bag behind him. As the figure drew closer, Lorimer could see that it wasn’t a man at all but a black woman, her shiny hair drawn back into a tight knot. There was something commanding about her that made Lorimer stare; that loping stride and the head held high. For a brief moment the woman’s eyes flickered in his direction and he looked away. it was rude to stare, his mum used to scold him. From the corner of his eye Lorimer noticed the woman pausing to change the hand that dragged her baggage. But then he was aware that she had not moved on and was standing right beside him. For a moment Lorimer was confused as he cast a look over a face that was on a level with his own. Then she smiled that smile he’d seen in the photograph and Lorimer recognised her.
Divine thrust out her hand at the rugged-looking man before her. ‘Officer Lipinski. How are you?’
The introductions at Divisional HQ were over and Divine Lipinski from Florida State police Department was ready to go. She’d made an immediate impression on the team, though at six-feet two that wouldn’t be hard, Lorimer thought. A commanding figure she might be, but the woman was yawning now and Lorimer was suddenly glad that Maggie had insisted on him bringing the American home for her first evening in Scotland.
‘OK, you’ll meet them again tomorrow.’ Lorimer was about to turn and escort Divine out to his waiting car when he noticed DC Cameron stiffen and look beyond them. He sensed rather than saw the Superintendent enter the room and there was an almost tangible shift in the atmosphere. Even Divine noticed that, he saw. She straightened up, feet together, and folded her large hands behind her back.
‘Ms Lipinski, Superintendent Mitchison,’ Lorimer heard his own voice make the necessary introductions as the Superintendent came forward, a smile fixed to his thin face. Again Lorimer found himself irritated by Mitchison’s body language; the fingers circling the air, that condescending head to one side. He watched Divine’s face to see if she would succumb to the good-looking senior officer’s overtures. Detached, Lorimer heard the small talk as Divine politely described her flight.
‘I’m sure Chief Inspector Lorimer will take good care of you. We’ll see you in the morning,’ and he swept a gracious hand in their direction. Lorimer glanced at Divine and was gratified to see her narrow her eyes at Mitchison’s back as he left the muster room.
‘OK. Home-time. You’re bound to be pretty tired, right?’
‘Yeah. I could do with a nap.’ She waved briefly at the other officers who were beginning to drift back to their various duties, then followed Lorimer. He took her the quick way down the back stairs to the car park and opened the door of his ageing Lexus. Divine seemed to notice the car for the first time.
‘Hm. Nice wheels. What kind of salary are you guys on?’ she asked.
It was meant as a joke but somehow the question got under his skin. It was as if Divine Lipinski were suggesting that the Lexus was the fruit of some illicit backhanders. Lorimer shrugged and gave her his standard reply, ‘No kids.’ Even in its perennially unwashed state the car raised a few eyebrows.
He’d given his passenger plenty of legroom on the return from the airport and now she sank gratefully into the worn leather seats.
‘A short guided tour on the way home?’
‘Sure.’
Lorimer took the car right into the heart of the city, drove slowly around George Square, pointing out the City Chambers, before heading for the new High Court building.