The Insider. Ava McCarthy

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      Leon squeezed his eyes shut. Thinking about his marriage made him think about his son, and that was worse than the ulcer. He focused on the searing pain in his belly, trying to obliterate the image of Richard at the train station that morning. It was the first time he’d seen his son in almost a year.

      He’d been up all night at a poker game and had travelled to his office on the train, vacuum-packed with the city’s commuters. Their looks of disgust had told him what he already knew: that his eyes were red-rimmed, his breath stank, and the bacteria in his armpits had metabolized up a storm.

      His carriage had pulled up alongside a knot of schoolboys on the platform at Blackrock. He’d stared idly at them through the window. Then his breath had caught in his throat. Dark hair, round eyes, freckles like mud splats. Richard. Passengers pushed in front of Leon, but he elbowed them out of his way, straining for another glimpse of his son. A head taller than the other boys, Richard was easy to spot. He’d grown. Leon felt his chest swell. The boy would be tall like his mother, not squat like him.

      Leon had pressed closer to the door. The first of Richard’s friends pushed through into the carriage, and up close Leon recognized the crest of Blackrock College on his jumper. He frowned. Maura hadn’t said anything about changing schools. But then they hadn’t talked in a long time. He wondered who was paying the fees.

      Richard was at the door. Leon half raised his arm, ready to catch his attention. He heard the well-bred accents of Richard’s friends. At the same time, he became aware of the sourness of his own clothes, of his stained anorak and unshaven face. His hand faltered, suspended in mid air.

      ‘Richard!’

      The boy snapped his head around to look back at the station platform. Leon yanked his arm down and peered out the window. A blond man in his forties was jogging towards the train. He wore a dark wool overcoat and carried a red sports bag in one hand. He held the bag out to Richard, and ruffled the boy’s hair. Leon saw the wide grin that spread across his son’s face, and felt a jagged twinge in his stomach, as though he’d swallowed broken glass. Slowly, Leon had turned and shuffled through the crowd until he’d reached the other end of the carriage. And there he’d stayed, hidden, until he was sure his son was gone.

      The clink of bottles made Leon jump. Outside in the car park, the young Chinese man was back, this time firing glass jars into the bottle bank. Leon rubbed his face again and took a deep breath, trying to clear the curdling in his stomach. Maybe tomorrow he’d get cleaned up. Maybe he’d go and see Richard.

      He checked his watch. Time to call Ralphy-Boy again. He cleared his throat and dialled.

      ‘Did you read it?’ he said, when Ralph picked up.

      ‘Is this some kind of sick joke?’

      ‘Took the words right out of my mouth.’

      ‘You think I sent this? I don’t want anything to do with it.’ Ralph’s mouth sounded dry.

      ‘What’s wrong, Ralphy? You scared?’

      ‘Of course I’m bloody scared. I’ve a lot to lose, even if you haven’t.’

      Leon tightened his grip on the phone. ‘It’s down to me you didn’t lose it all eight years ago, let’s not forget that, okay?’

      Ralph sighed. ‘What exactly do you want, Leon? More money?’

      Good question. At first he’d just wanted to make sure Ralph hadn’t sent the email, but now another idea was uncurling itself.

      ‘You read the email, didn’t you?’ Leon said.

      ‘Yes, he says the girl has it. So what?’

      ‘Well, maybe I want it back.’

      ‘You think she’s just going to hand it over? And what if he’s wrong?’

      ‘The Prophet’s never been wrong about anything before,’ Leon said. ‘Says he has proof.’

      ‘What’s the matter with you? Do you want us both to go to jail?’

      Leon gazed out the window again. Maybe hearing from the Prophet wasn’t such a bad thing, after all. Maybe this was his way back.

      ‘There’s this fella I know,’ Leon said. ‘I’ve used him before. He’ll take care of it.’

      ‘I don’t like this.’

      ‘You don’t have to, Ralphy.’

      Leon slammed the phone down and looked out the window again. This time he didn’t see the graffiti on the walls or the overflowing wheelie bins. He saw himself clean-shaven and twenty pounds lighter, wearing an Italian suit and seated at the head of a boardroom table. He saw himself dressed in a smart wool overcoat, cheering Richard on as he played rugby for his school. Leon ground his teeth and curled his fingers into fists.

      This girl had something that belonged to him and he wanted it back.

       3

      ‘Good afternoon, Sheridan Bank –’

      ‘– it isn’t showing up in your transactions, Mr Cooke. Would you like me to try another account for you?’

      The drone of about thirty different conversations buzzed through the air. The voices were mostly female, filling the room like polite bumblebees. Harry moved between the desks, each one screened by blue padded partitions, and half-listened to the girls on the phones. She had an account with Sheridan herself. Maybe after this, she’d need to switch banks.

      There were plenty of empty desks, but Harry wanted one at the back. She reached the end of the room and snagged an empty desk in the corner. She dumped her bag on the chair and waited for the round-faced girl at the next workstation to finish her call.

      ‘Apologies again about that, Mrs Hayes. Bye now.’ The girl typed something on her keyboard and winked at Harry. ‘Another unsatisfied customer.’

      Harry smiled. ‘Is there any other kind?’

      ‘Not around here.’

      Harry stuck out a hand. ‘I’m Catalina. I start work here this afternoon.’

      ‘Oh, great. I’m Nadia.’ She grasped Harry’s hand. Her nails were long and crimson, and she wore a silver ring on every plump finger, including her thumb.

      Harry gestured to the empty desk. ‘Okay if I sit here?’

      ‘Sure, no one’s using it.’

      Harry sat down and switched on the PC. ‘I don’t think I’ve been set up on the system yet. Any chance you could log me in?’

      Nadia hesitated. ‘I’m not really supposed to do that.’

      Keep it casual. ‘Oh, right. I just wanted another peek at the helpdesk system before СКАЧАТЬ