Tennison. Lynda La plante

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      ‘Sing that at my funeral, will you, Spence?’

      ‘Shut the fuck up, Kath.’

      Jane and Kath were holding back the laughter as the shower door opened and Gibbs stepped out with a towel wrapped around him. They both beat a hasty retreat hoping he hadn’t seen them, and Jane wondered if there was something going on between Gibbs and Kath – if so, they certainly kept it quiet.

      *

      At the end of her shift Jane left the typed time frame and interview notes on Bradfield’s desk and decided to go home.

      On the bus she sat in her usual rear seat on the top deck and read through some of her study notes for next month’s probationary exam whilst listening to her radio, which helped divert her mind from the events of the last few days.

      There were four teenagers screeching and laughing up at the front, and they began banging on the window when the bus stopped to let passengers on and off. She pushed the earpiece further in and looked down to the pavement to see a teenage boy mouth ‘Fuck off’ and give a two-fingers gesture to the kids on the bus. Jane shook her head and thought that in a poor area like Hackney they probably had nothing better to do.

      She was about to continue reading her study notes when she saw Renee Bentley walking slowly towards the bus beside a wheelchair that was piled high with Co-op bags filled with groceries and cans of beer. Holding the handles of the chair was a chiselled-faced man in his early thirties. He had blond shoulder-length hair and walked with bowed legs, dragging one foot slightly, but he had a big chest and wide athletic shoulders like a weight-lifter. Jane remembered PC Donaldson telling her about David Bentley falling from the church roof. She had seen the chair when she took Renee Bentley home, and wrongly presumed it was for her, but it was obviously for her son.

      Mrs Bentley’s pale face made her look worn out, but she was quite well dressed in a smart coat with a fake-fur collar. The boy on the street who had been gesturing to his friends on the top of the bus was walking backwards when he accidently banged against the wheelchair. David Bentley reacted instantly with speed, pushing the kid aside with one sweep of his right arm. The kid almost stumbled off his feet, and David lost his balance, but Renee caught his arm to steady him. The boy ran off laughing as David gripped the wheelchair handles and eased it down the kerb to cross the road. As the bus pulled away Jane stood up to look from the back window. She could see Renee and David standing in the gutter and she realized how close they were to being knocked over. Jane could see the frustrated fury on David’s face from when the boy had laughed at him, and as Renee put a protective arm around her son he shrugged her away.

      Jane sat back in her seat remembering how John Bentley had scared her, the way he had shouted and frogmarched her out of the flat. David in comparison looked rather pitiful, but recalling the tired face of Mrs Bentley she felt sorrier for Renee.

CHAPTER EIGHT

      Jane had forgotten to switch her alarm clock on and was woken by her mother gently shaking her shoulder.

      ‘You said you wanted to be away by half seven, dear.’ Jane sat bolt upright. ‘Oh my God, what time is it?’ she

      asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

      ‘Don’t panic, it’s only seven. When you didn’t appear for breakfast I thought you might have already left, but then I saw your hat and jacket in the hallway. Do you know it smells of disinfectant?’

      ‘Yes, I know,’ Jane said with a sigh.

      ‘Anyway I’ve ironed a clean uniform shirt for you.’ She held it up proudly and hung it on the back of the door.

      ‘Thanks, Mum.’

      Mrs Tennison picked up Jane’s uniform shoes.

      ‘I’ll give these a clean as they’re very dirty. What on earth is sticking to them?’ She took a sniff and wrinkled her nose. ‘They smell of something – not dog dirt, is it?’

      Jane leapt out of bed and grabbed her dressing gown.

      ‘I’ll have a quick shower, but I haven’t time for breakfast.’

      ‘You should eat something. Would you like some toast or a sandwich for the journey?’

      Jane told her mother not to worry, and said she’d get something at the training-centre canteen. She took fifteen minutes to get showered and dressed into her nicely pressed skirt and fresh white shirt. Her mother was finishing pressing her uniform jacket when Jane walked into the open-plan room and saw two slices of toast and marmalade on the breakfast bar, along with a coffee. She took a bite of the toast and a sip of coffee to wash it down quickly.

      ‘Your shoes are nice and clean now and I’ve sprayed some freshener on this jacket, but that smell is still strong – how on earth did it get there?’

      ‘I was at the mortuary and they swill down the floors with disinfectant, which permeates your clothes.’

      ‘Oh goodness me! Anyway, about this evening – it’s all been arranged and you’ll need to be there by six,’ her mother said.

      ‘What are you talking about?’ Jane asked. She fastened the top button of her shirt and began to put her tie on.

      Her mother handed her a piece of paper with the address of the local church.

      ‘The rehearsal for the wedding, Jane. You, as chief bridesmaid, the other bridesmaids, the groom and the best man have to be there and you have to practise taking Pam’s bouquet and—’

      ‘Oh my God, the lecture doesn’t finish until five so I don’t think I can make six.’

      ‘But you told me it would end early afternoon.’

      ‘I’ll try and get there as quickly as I can, Mum. I have to go now as I’ll be in trouble if I’m late,’ Jane said, pulling on her jacket before taking another bite of toast and sip of coffee.

      ‘You’ll be in trouble if you don’t get there on time.’ Jane wiped her mouth and kissed her frazzled mother’s cheek, almost getting poked in the eye by one of her rollers. In the hallway she put her hat in a carrier bag, grabbed her coat and checked her pocket radio was in her handbag. As she opened the front door she heard her younger sister Pam.

      ‘Don’t forget the rehearsal, Jane.’

      ‘No time to chat, byeeeee,’ Jane called, and shut the front door behind her.

      Pam, who was still in her pyjamas, shook her head in annoyance as she approached the breakfast bar.

      ‘Don’t let that coffee and toast go to waste – your sister had to leave it.’ Mrs Tennison took the half-eaten piece for herself while Pam picked up the other slice and took a bite.

      ‘Did you make sure she’ll be at the church, Mum?’

      ‘She said she’d do her best to get there on time, but her lecture finishes—’

      ‘Honestly, Mum, Jane should have sorted it weeks ago like my other bridesmaids did.’

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