‘Oh, just pottering around the house, unpacking. Not a lot else to do yet. We’re going to go out tomorrow, George and me. Get signed up at the doctors and see if I can find something for him to do. He needs to get out and mix with other kids.’
‘I know.’
For a short while longer, neither of them spoke. Michelle almost did a few times, but she didn’t want to put her foot in it. He did this too often, distracting her with trivialities to keep her from asking about the big stuff. Scott picked at his food and she cleared her throat. ‘Look, love, I know you’ve had enough and I don’t want to do anything that’s going to upset you, but I just need to know a few things about what happened today, okay? I’m not asking you to tell me everything, I just want to know that you’re all right and that we’re going to be okay here.’
‘If there was a problem I’d tell you.’
‘I know you would. It’s just that—’
‘We’re going to be okay.’
‘It’s just that I feel really out on a limb here, emotionally as well as physically.’
‘I get that.’
‘Do you?’
‘Yes, and like I said, we’re going to be okay.’
‘But this girl… the police…’
Scott drank more beer, then put the bottle down. ‘What’s the problem? What more do you want me to say? Look, I’ll spell it out for you, shall I? I made a delivery first thing, but some dickhead at the yard hadn’t loaded everything up right. The uptight arsehole I was supposed to be delivering to had a fit, so I went back to the yard. I went back out to his house later with Barry Walpole, and he’d disappeared.’
‘And that’s when—?’
‘That’s when we found the girl, lying in a flowerbed, with blood all over the place and her cunt torn open. Okay?’
Michelle choked back a startled sob. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘So we phoned the police and waited a fucking age for them to turn up. It’s not like Redditch here. I get the impression there’s only half a dozen of them, and they didn’t know their arses from their elbows. Took for-fucking-ever to get everything done, so that’s why I’m back so late. Oh, and I’ve still got a job, if that’s what you’re worried about.’
‘Of course it’s not. I don’t care about the bloody job. I’m just interested in you.’
‘Nothing to worry about. Think about it logically – this girl gets sliced up and Potter goes missing the exact same time. He probably did that body in the woods we saw on the news too.’
‘You think?’
‘One of the coppers practically said as much.’
‘So who was he?’
‘Ex-school teacher. Bit of a bastard from what I hear. Bit of a sick fuck, actually…’
‘Why did you have to be the one who found her?’
He looked at her, surprised. ‘Luck of the draw? What does it matter? I didn’t do it. It’s got nothing to do with me.’
‘I know that, but people here don’t know us, do they? They don’t know anything about us other than the fact we’re new to the area. I’ve had enough of people whispering behind my back. We came here to get away from all that.’
‘This is different.’
‘It sounds like everyone knew this Potter guy.’
‘They all know each other, fucking inbreds. Anyway, they didn’t know him like they thought they did, did they? Fuck’s sake, he carved up a girl in his back garden…’
‘We just have to make sure they don’t start pointing fingers.’
‘Why would they?’
She paused, choosing her words carefully. ‘Sometimes you can be a bit aggressive, Scott. You can fly off the handle.’
‘Only if I’m pushed.’
‘I just don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret. Anything we’ll regret.’
‘Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?’ he demanded. Michelle swallowed hard. Nervous. Scared.
‘My husband. Look, Scott, you know I love you and I’ll always support you…’
‘Is there a but coming here?’
Another deep breath. She didn’t know how he was going to react, but she had to say this. More to the point, he needed to hear it. ‘We’ve had to make a lot of sacrifices for this family, and we don’t have a lot left to give. Personally, love, I’ve got nothing left. I know what happened today was out of your control, but we have to deal with it in the right way and not alienate ourselves. There’s nowhere left for us to go now.’
‘What’s going on?’ Tammy asked. Scott and Michelle both looked up. They hadn’t noticed her standing in the doorway.
‘How long have you been listening?’ Scott yelled.
‘Few minutes.’
‘And what did you hear?’
‘Not enough by the sounds of things.’ She turned and faced her mother directly. ‘What’s going on, Mom?’
‘It’s nothing. Just give us some space, Tam.’
‘Bullshit.’
‘Tammy, watch your language.’
‘Don’t speak to your mother like that,’ Scott said, staring straight at her.
‘Why not? You do,’ she said, staring straight back. She flinched when he pushed his chair back and went to stand up, but she stood her ground. Michelle put her hand on his arm.
‘Tammy, please,’ she said. ‘Just leave it. It’s none of your business.’
‘It is though, isn’t it? How can it not be?’
‘Look, Scott had some trouble at work and—’
‘Already? You’ve only been there two days, Scott.’
‘It wasn’t his fault.’
‘You always say that. You always defend him.’
‘It’s true.’
‘You always say that too. We’ve been down this road before, Mum, remember? You kept telling me then that everything was fine and there was nothing going on, then you put the house on the market.’
‘Tam, leave it…’
‘No, I won’t. It’s him again, isn’t it?’ she said, nodding at Scott but unable to bring herself to even say his name. ‘Everything was fine until he got home. He’s back for five minutes and you’re shouting at me and treating me like a kid again and—’
‘Do what your mother says,’ Scott warned. ‘Leave it. Go back to bed.’
‘I’m sick of this,’ Tammy continued, clearly in no mood to do either. ‘I’m sick of the way you keep messing with our lives. You think you’re the only one who matters.’
‘I’m the only one who keeps this family functioning,’ he told her.
‘You’re the one who ruined everything. You screwed things up for all of us. It’s your fault we’re here, your fault I had to leave everything that mattered to me.’
‘You don’t know what you’re talking about, you silly little bitch.’
‘Scott, don’t…’ Michelle protested.
‘Did you hear what he called me? Mum, did you hear what he just called me?’
Scott leapt up and sprung at her, grabbing one arm and pinning her up against the wall. ‘I’ll call you a lot worse if you don’t shut up. Now take a hint and keep your bloody nose out of things that are none of your business.’
Michelle pulled her husband away from her daughter, squeezing into the gap between them. She turned around and gently pushed Scott back into the kitchen, not wanting to wind him up more than he already was. She looked back over her shoulder at Tammy who remained pressed up against the wall, tears rolling down her face, more through anger than fear.
‘Go, Tammy,’ she mouthed. And Tammy didn’t want to, but she did.
7
Michelle’s heart sank when she woke up next morning and remembered everything that had happened the night before. All she wanted was to close her eyes and go back to sleep for another few hours, maybe even a day, perhaps a month or more. She’d gone to bed after she and Scott had finished talking – shouting – and he hadn’t said a word when he’d come in hours later. Then he’d got up this morning and it was like nothing had happened. She’d expected that. She’d grown used to his mood-swings and tempers. Strange to think that she’d actually found his volatility attractive when they’d first got together. It had been a stark contrast to Jeremy with his steady caution and dreary predictability. It had been exciting for a time. It had made her feel alive. Not anymore.