The Rule of Fear. Luke Delaney

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      ‘You still haven’t asked about Scott,’ Graham reprimanded him, with no attempt to conceal his annoyance at King’s apparent lack of interest in his own brother.

      ‘I was going to,’ he replied, ‘when Mum wasn’t around.’

      ‘What’s your mother’s presence got to do with anything?’ Graham demanded.

      ‘Well, I didn’t know if she wanted to talk about it,’ he explained. ‘She gets upset.’

      ‘Nonsense,’ Graham insisted. ‘Your mother’s fine. It’s not like he’s not going to make a full recovery. It’s not like he’s lost any limbs or been disfigured. Many have, you know. If you ask me he’s been bloody lucky.’

      ‘Funny idea of luck,’ King argued, ‘being shot.’

      ‘Could have stood on an IED,’ Sara added awkwardly before realizing she wasn’t helping – drawing stony looks from both King and his father.

      ‘He’s going to be fine,’ Emily tried to end it. ‘That’s all that matters.’

      ‘Quite,’ Graham huffed as they settled into silent eating until Sara tried once more to break the tension.

      ‘How long has Scott been back from Afghanistan now?’ she asked.

      ‘Six months or so,’ Graham answered.

      ‘Weren’t we supposed to have left there more than a year ago?’ she asked naïvely.

      Graham cleared his throat to answer, but King spoke before he could. ‘Not everyone,’ he explained. ‘The army left some military advisors behind.’

      ‘Shot by the very people he was supposed to be helping train,’ Graham spat the words out like bile. ‘Let the whole lot of them go to hell in a handcart,’ he added.

      ‘Where is he now?’ Sara asked, making King move uncomfortably in his chair.

      ‘Still in hospital,’ Emily quickly told her, as if only she had the right to answer the question.

      ‘But he’s getting out very soon,’ Graham took over again, ‘as Jack would have known if he ever bothered to visit him.’

      ‘I did know he was being released soon,’ King surprised them.

      ‘You didn’t tell me,’ Sara smiled uncomfortably.

      ‘That’s because Scott doesn’t like me talking about him to other people,’ he explained.

      ‘He didn’t tell me you’d visited him,’ Graham said, suspicion thick in his voice.

      ‘What Scott and I do is no one else’s business.’

      ‘Christ,’ Graham laughed. ‘You’re not schoolboys any more keeping silly secrets. For God’s sake, it’s not bad enough Scott got himself shot in Afghanistan – you manage to get yourself stabbed in the police. What sort of an idiot almost gets himself killed walking the beat?’

      ‘It can be a difficult job, Mr King.’ Sara had forgotten his father’s instructions to call him by his Christian name. ‘Policing London is dangerous. You can never be sure what you’ll walk into round the next corner.’

      ‘Nonsense,’ Graham dismissed her. ‘Joining the army in this day and age was always going to present certain risks. Scott knew that and so did your mother and I, but almost getting yourself killed walking around East bloody London. I mean …’

      ‘Which is exactly why I didn’t join the army,’ King fought back. ‘What’s the point of doing a job where you’ve got a good chance of being blown up or shot? Sounds like a pretty stupid thing to want to do to me.’

      ‘Which is probably why you got injured in the first place,’ Graham accused him. ‘A touch of karma, I think. You spent so much time avoiding joining the army because you were afraid of being injured, you got injured anyway.’

      ‘I don’t think so,’ King replied, just about holding it together.

      ‘The police,’ Graham held his arms out dramatically. ‘There’s no future in it.’

      ‘He’s on accelerated promotion,’ Sara reminded him.

      ‘Accelerated promotion,’ Graham scoffed. ‘He’s a sergeant. Now if he’d joined the army he would have started at lieutenant – the equivalent rank of inspector. None of this playing around in the other ranks nonsense. It’s not too late, you know,’ he continued down a familiar track. ‘I could still pull some strings and get you into Sandhurst. You’re still young enough, just.’

      ‘It’s not for me,’ King insisted. ‘I’m not like you or Scott.’

      ‘And what exactly is wrong with being like me or Scott?’ he demanded.

      ‘Nothing,’ King looked for a way to escape the conversation.

      ‘Then at least think about it.’

      ‘No,’ he answered bluntly.

      ‘Why not?’ his father demanded.

      ‘Because the army’s for fools,’ he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out.

      His father breathed in deeply, preparing to attack before his wife finally stepped in to bring matters to an end. ‘That’s enough, you two,’ she insisted with a smile, as if the argument had been nothing more than friendly jousting. ‘We’re just glad that both you and Scott have fully recovered. You gave us quite a scare.’

      ‘Indeed,’ her husband forced himself to agree – the redness in his face and his slight trembling betraying the anger he still harboured.

      ‘It wasn’t intentional,’ King told them, happy to continue with the fight until he felt Sara kick him under the table. ‘But at the end of the day Scott’s going to recover and that’s all that matters.’

      ‘Good,’ his mother finished it for this occasion at least. ‘Now eat your dinner. You’re getting too skinny.’

      Kelly Royston walked to Susie Ubana’s maisonette and reached through the metal grid to knock on the front door. After a few seconds the door opened slightly and Ubana peered through the gap, relaxing when she saw it was only Kelly – someone she’d known for years, having watched her growing up on the estate. She opened the door fully, but kept the metal grid firmly closed. Their meeting looked like a prison visit in an American jail.

      ‘You gonna open this … barricade?’ Kelly asked.

      ‘No,’ Ubana answered bluntly. ‘D’you want something?’

      Kelly sighed and opened her clenched fist, СКАЧАТЬ