'Was that the only reason?' Perez's voice was tentative, apologetic. 'I thought you had a text message!
'Did I?' She was stalling for time.
'According to Duncan. He said you received a message on your mobile, read it and left immediately after!
'I'm sorry. I don't remember that.'
'Who else was Catherine filming?'
'She was filming the party. All the folk who were there!
'Robert then?'
Celia frowned. 'I suppose so. Along with everyone else!
'But they disappeared together for a while.
Catherine and Robert!
She set down her mug. 'Who told you that?'
'Does it matter?' She held his gaze and finally he conceded. 'Duncan. He said they went off together. She came back looking flushed and excited. Robert never returned. Soon after you had a text message and left!
'Well,' she said. 'Duncan's just making mischief.
You shouldn't believe what he says. He can't stand Robert. Never has been able to!
'Why not?'
'Who knows what goes on in Duncan's head? The boy was a nuisance to him when he was younger, because he was my responsibility. I put him first. Duncan sulked about that. It'll be interesting to see how he copes when Cassie's old enough to make demands on him. He adores her now that she's no trouble!
'And now that Robert's older, more independent?' She flashed a smile at him. 'Now he just reminds him of the age gap between us. He's much closer in age to Robert than he is to me!
'Does he have any other reason for disliking Robert?'
He saw then that he'd pushed her too far. She stood up, formidable and articulate in her anger. 'What is all this prying for, Jimmy? I've always thought it was an unpleasant way to make a living, setting yourself in judgement over your friends. Are you still jealous of Duncan? Is that what this is about?'
Perez had no answer for her. He felt shy and awkward, the boy from Fair Isle facing the Lerwick sophisticates in the Janet Courtney hostel at Anderson High.
She put him out of his misery. 'You'd better go,' she said, dismissing him. 'I won't answer any more questions without a lawyer!
When he walked back to his car he sensed her looking after him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sally had a free period and sat in the house room. A group of boys had pulled benches at an angle around a low table and were playing cards. There was music she didn't recognize coming out of the CD player. At one time she'd hated coming in here. She'd preferred to spend her free time in the library. Now it was hard to remember what it was that had so scared her about the place, why the stares and scowls of the insiders could cause such panic. She'd tried to explain to / Catherine. They hate me. 'Of course they don't hate you,' Catherine had said. 'They need you.
They wouldn't feel superior without someone to despise. They're inadequate!
Catherine hadn't cared. She'd walked over the posse's bags, taken their favourite seats, put her own music on the CD. She'd walked right up to them protected by her camcorder, pushing it into their faces, enjoying their hostility, catching it on film. Then she'd turned to Sally as if to say, See. The world hasn't ended. What can they do to you? And it had helped. Sally had been able to face them too. But it had never been easy.
Now Sally felt almost at home in the sixth-year house room.
She looked with pity at the outsiders who lingered in the corridor without finding the nerve to come in. She bitched to Lisa about them. Lisa was an easier friend than Catherine. She told Sally what she wanted to hear. Sally was tempted to tell her about Robert. They were sitting on their own in the corner of the house room, Lisa big and comfortable and sympathetic, lying back in the battered armchair.
She'd been out the night before and was moaning about her hangover. It was on the tip of Sally's tongue. Guess who I'm going out with? She knew Lisa would be dead impressed, longed to see her face when she heard. But whatever Lisa was, she wasn't discreet. It'd be all over the school in minutes. Sally couldn't risk it. She'd tell her parents in her own time, when she was ready.
Instead, she rooted in her bag and switched on her phone. There was a text message. Robert was back from the fishing and wanted to meet. She turned away from Lisa and hit the buttons. Babysitting for Fran Hunter 2nite. See me there? She felt a sudden thrill. It made it even more exciting, agreeing to meet Robert at Fran's house.
'Anything interesting?' Lisa asked. She had her eyes shut to show how rough she was feeling.
'No. Just about babysitting tonight!
She supposed she should feel guilty about arranging to meet Robert like that. Her mother would be horrified.
She didn't think Fran would mind though. Or her father. It came to her suddenly that perhaps he had a secret lover, that he arranged meetings like this of his own. She smiled at herself for being ludicrous. Even if he had the nerve for an affair someone would know about it. Word would have got' out. As it would about her and Robert eventually.
At lunchtime the weather seemed to lift and she thought she'd go out into the street to get something to eat.
Perez was standing in reception. He saw her coming down the corridor and waved at her.
'They've just sent someone to find you: he said. 'I was hoping for a chat!
'Why? I thought it was all over!
'Just a few more questions!
'I was on my way to lunch!
'I'll take you: he said. 'Let's go into town. My treat! He bought her fish and chips and they sat on a bench looking out over the harbour eating them. When he suggested it, she thought it wasn't much of a treat, but the fish tasted good and it wasn't so bad, being there, talking to him. Better than being in the house room, at least. The new Sally didn't get shy with strangers any more. She thought she'd been transformed, like the frog kissed by a princess in the fairy story. Though Robert made a pretty weird princess.
'You must miss her: Perez said. 'Catherine, I mean!
It was what her father had said too. She didn't like everyone thinking she'd been dependent on Catherine. She tried to choose her words carefully and to be as honest as possible. 'I'm not sure how much longer we'd have been close friends. I felt a bit overshadowed by her. She was too intense for me!
'In what way intense?'
'She questioned everything people said or did, dug around for the meaning behind it! She shrugged. At first I was impressed by that. After a bit it gets tedious. You just want to get on with your life!
'Is that what the film was about? Digging around?' 'Yeah, I suppose!
'Why didn't you mention the film she was making?'
'It was just a school project. No big deal! 'Important to her though?'
'You could say that. It mattered to her more than anything!
"Tell me about it!
'Why? I thought you'd arrested Magnus Tait:
'We have!
She waited for him to go into more detail, but he said nothing. He screwed up the chip paper into a ball and threw it into the bin.
'The film was like her comment on us. On Shetland!
'A documentary? I mean not a story. Factual!