No Way to Say Goodbye
Rod Madocks
Language: English
Pages: 376
ISBN: B00D7LK2TS
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Jack Keyse is looking for the truth about what happened to his vanished lover. He works at a maximum security asylum, and he uses his professional contacts to get close to those who might be responsible. At the same time he seeks forgetfulness in the chaos of his dissolute life. He comes to discover and take vengeance but when at last he finds out the truth the challenge is to live with that knowledge.
and pulled on little black fur-trimmed gloves: I handed her a slip of paper with my number on it. She hesitated, then, taking one glove off, placed the piece of paper in her coat pocket and said, “Goodbye, Jack. We’ll find her. When she’s home safe that’s all that I want. Don’t call me again, will you?” I nodded, watching her go as the bar staff moved in, swiftly rubbing the glass surface of the table with a cloth and taking away her untasted coffee. The CID took a renewed interest in me after
was captured for the final time on Mr Dhaliwal’s camera. I studied it, remembered it and put it aside, still wanting to follow the trail of Kress into the hospital. My colleagues definitely thought I was crazy to be interested in forensic High Secure for it was a blighted, discredited branch of the system. My puzzled clinical director commented, “Are you sure about this Jack?” as he signed off my secondment request to be transferred. I had driven out there in late summer, nine months after
not really engaging, her face looking frozen and shuttered in some way. “Just talking to my friend Annie,” she said a little too quickly as she let me in. There were evenings after that and lovemaking too, but there were too many spaces between us. Although our bodies moved together we had somehow lost our touch. * * * Pinsent reappeared, like a portent of what was to come, just as I was working out my last months before transfer to the hospital. I had seen him about a year before: a gangly
don’t know.” One of the dapper, smooth-faced CID officers said, “Perhaps this will help you remember Mr Pinsent? We are now going to play a tape of a recording of your 999 call to emergency services earlier today.” He leaned forwards and inserted a cassette into another tape machine I noticed that Pinsent had tightened his hands into tangled bunches in his lap. The tape began. There was the sound of indistinct knocking, static, then a sudden low voice, indisputably that of Pinsent saying, “I
now permanently slumbering. He laid full stretch on his back, his dreadlocks hanging down the sides of the bed almost to the floor. A bottle of saline had lately been attached to one of his arms out of concern that he was dehydrating. When staff came into his room, with food or drink, he would allow them to sit him up and he would silently take nourishment from them, spooned into his mouth, his arms remaining slackly by his sides. Once his attendants had gone he would lapse back, only his chest