Bleak Water. Danuta Reah

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      A few minutes under the shower revived her a bit, but when she looked in the mirror, she still resembled Dracula’s daughter. Fuck it! Why had she let herself get talked into the speed? It would have been OK, otherwise. Today, she needed some artificial aids. She took a small twist of paper out of her bag and opened it carefully. Better than she’d thought. There were still a good couple of lines there. She tipped a tiny bit out, cut it and breathed it in, her eyes watering as the numbness hit then a sharp pain deep inside her nose. Then she felt the magic start to work. Her head cleared and the cold, sick feeling retreated. Her energy was returning – she’d have to be careful not to go hyper when she got to the canal. They’d spot it.

      She crammed her stuff into her bag and went down to the kitchen. Pauline, one of the women she shared the house with, was there, eating cereal and reading the paper. ‘There’s coffee,’ she said, without looking up.

      Tina poured herself a cup. ‘Oh God, last night, I don’t know what I thought I was doing it was stupid crazy but hey there’s something going on down by the canal could be a good case for me so I really, really need to get…’

      Pauline looked at her. ‘I’d come down a bit before you get there,’ she said.

      ‘Yeah, yeah, OK.’ Pauline was right. She’d need to watch herself. She gave the coffee a miss, forced down a slice of bread and marmalade and headed for her car, the energy suddenly singing in her veins. The rain stung her cheeks and she felt a great surge of optimism as though, after all this time, she’d found her real self, that relaxed, confident self that lived inside her and was so often – these days – inaccessible.

      It was half an hour before she’d managed to force her way through the city traffic to get to the place where Cadman Street Bridge crossed the canal. She was aware of Dave’s reproachful glance as she arrived to be given her instructions for the day.

      

      Eliza and Mel spent the first part of the morning moving the display boards around to get the angles right. ‘I want to make a link with the canal,’ Eliza explained to Mel. ‘Look at the water on the Brueghel. And the bridge. It’s just…I don’t want people to look at it and think, “Oh, old master,” I want them to look at it and look out of the window and think, “This is here. This is now.”’ She straightened the enlargement of the hanging man on the display board in front of her and stood back.

      ‘Is that what Daniel Flynn says?’ Mel asked. She brushed dust off her trousers.

      ‘No, those are my ideas,’ Eliza said.

      Mel pulled a face and sat back on her heels. ‘Can we have a break? I’m tired. Shall I go and make some coffee?’

      Eliza translated this as Mel wanting a chance to get away from the drudgery of setting up the exhibition space. Whatever Mel’s motives were, coffee was a good idea. ‘You’ll have to go to the café,’ she said. ‘We’re out of coffee here.’ She reached for her purse. ‘I’ll have a cappuccino.’ Mel was looking out of the window with interest, and Eliza remembered the activity she’d noticed earlier. ‘Maybe you can find out what’s happening,’ she added.

      Mel gave her a bright smile. ‘Yes,’ she said. She went to get her coat.

      While Eliza was waiting for Mel, she went downstairs to see if there were any messages for her and to see if Jonathan wanted her for anything. His door was ajar, and she could see him in front of his computer. She knocked, and pushed the door open. ‘Hi.’

      He jumped and twisted round in his chair. ‘Don’t do that, Eliza. Get some shoes that make a noise.’

      ‘Sorry,’ she said.

      ‘I didn’t train to spend all my days writing reports,’ he said. ‘Eliza, what was that about Cara?’

      So he hadn’t missed her evasion. ‘It’ll keep. Anything new?’

      He shook his shoulders irritably. ‘No. You could write this report for me…No. Let me know when Flynn gets here.’

      There wasn’t too much of the morning left. She was beginning to think that Mel had got the message wrong. She checked her watch. It was almost half past.

      Jonathan’s window caught the sun. The room was light and airy. Eliza thought it would make a good seminar room when they managed to expand the educational side of the gallery. There were posters on the walls from exhibitions Jonathan had particularly admired, including his own big success from over ten years ago now, a photographic exploration of England’s industrial landscapes, abstract shapes against the wildernesses that were encroaching on the urban decay. Jonathan’s skill as a photographer, and the depth of ideas behind it, had attracted a lot of critical acclaim. But he’d never produced anything of a comparable quality.

      ‘About Cara…’ she said. Jonathan needed to know that Cara had got through the gallery alarm system.

      He looked up from his work, his face expressing irritation. ‘What about Cara?’ he said.

      ‘She’d let herself into the gallery last night.’

      He looked at her in silence. He didn’t seem surprised, more irritated and a bit anxious.

      Eliza went through what had happened, her encounter with Cara, and Cara’s claim that she’d learnt how to work the alarm system by watching Jonathan. His face grew tense as he listened to her.

      ‘Rubbish,’ he exploded. ‘Bullshit.’

      Eliza shrugged. ‘That’s what she said.’ He seemed more upset by that than anything else. Jonathan didn’t like to be seen as fallible. But now she thought about it, it did seem odd. When would Cara have watched Jonathan setting the alarms? ‘Anyway, I thought you needed to know,’ she said.

      ‘You should have told me sooner.’ His face was angry. It didn’t bode well for Cara. ‘I’m getting on to the Trust. We never agreed to this sort of thing.’

      ‘Do you want me to do it?’ Eliza thought she could soften the message a bit, get the Trust to impress on Cara the importance of the security systems without getting her into major bother.

      ‘No.’ Jonathan was adamant.

      Oh well. He had a point. Eliza looked at her watch again. Mel was taking her time with the coffee. She ran back up the stairs and went in to the upper gallery, pleased that the placing of the display boards hadn’t diminished the sense of space and light. She crossed to the other side of the room, to look at it from a different angle. Good. And from here, she just had to turn her head and she was looking down into the dark waters of the canal.

      Then she was aware that someone was standing behind her, and hands lightly touched her shoulders. ‘Un cuadro interesante, no?’

      She spun round, her heart hammering, and Daniel was there, smiling at her a bit warily, a bit cautiously, as though he wasn’t sure of his reception. ‘Daniel!’ she said. Then, ‘You frightened me out of my wits!’

      ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘There was no one downstairs.’

      It was so long since she had seen him that СКАЧАТЬ