Strange Sally Diamond(84)
‘Why though? Why would anybody do that? What would he have to gain?’
‘I don’t know. Unless he’s a journalist?’
I lifted the small box and opened it. It contained a sealed cellophane bag, inside of which was a plastic tube containing a viscous liquid, his saliva. The larger box contained a full kit for me to use. There were no names, just code numbers.
I held up the DNA test information leaflet. ‘It’s easy to find out. Doesn’t it seem true to you, Mark? I believe him. He says he won’t come unless I invite him. Mark, why would he come all the way from New Zealand if he wasn’t sure I would want to meet him?’
‘How do we even know he was in New Zealand? This guy could be –’
‘Toby. He sent Toby.’
‘But Denise never mentioned him – unless …’ Mark’s eyes widened.
‘What?’
‘At one point, in the taped interviews, she mentions “my boy”.’
‘I don’t remember that?’
‘Yes, I’ve been listening to them over and over. I hoped it was a reference to me, but it didn’t add up. She said something about not letting go of you, because “he took my boy”. Your father quizzed her about it, but she clammed up. The recording was full of static. I thought she was talking about Toby.’
I remembered it now. I had also thought she was talking about Toby. There was nothing in the written files to note this reference. Dad had missed it too.
‘Oh God,’ I said, doing the maths in my head. ‘She was twelve years old when she gave birth to him.’
‘You’re right. Fucking hell.’
‘I have a brother –’
‘But he sounds so damaged, he could be dangerous.’
‘You’re describing me, exactly two years ago.’
‘Fine. Fine. But I’m doing a DNA test too, to make doubly sure. If you’re my niece, then he’s my nephew.’
‘Mark!’ I said.
‘What?’
‘Conor Geary is dead!’
‘Let’s not jump the gun, Sally. According to these DNA instructions, we may have to wait up to a month, and then if the results prove it, you have a phone call with this guy, okay? Not until then. You must promise me. I’m speaking as your uncle now, okay?’
I poured more tea from the pot. After the initial shock, I felt elated. Conor Geary, the bogeyman who loomed over my entire life, was dead. And I had a brother, someone who sounded exactly like me. Someone who might completely understand me.
The waiting was agony. We sent off our samples as soon as Mark had ordered his own kit. Mark did it all online. He labelled us all with initials rather than surnames. ‘Who knows what other relatives might be out there, Sally? Conor Geary may have fathered other children. We don’t know what Peter is like. We need to protect our privacy.’ I was SD, Mark was MB and Peter was PG.
After two days, Mark found the audio that contained the reference to ‘my boy’. These recordings had been made in the pre-digital era. Dad was asking Denise about her extreme attachment to Mary (me).
Tom: Denise, I notice that you watch little Mary all the time. You know that you’re safe now, right? Nobody will hurt you ever again?
Denise: [unintelligible]
Tom: Sorry, Denise?
Denise: I’m still afraid.
Tom: What are you afraid of?
Denise: He’ll take her away.
Tom: Denise, he’s not here. You will never see him again.
Denise: He took my boy.
Tom: What?
Denise: It doesn’t matter. I didn’t want him.
Tom: [a tone of exasperation in his voice] Denise, do you understand that it’s not good for Mary’s development for you to be so close to her? The child needs to learn a little independence. Mary?
[Sound of whispering]
Denise: Don’t talk to her.
Tom: Why not? Do you think I could hurt her?
Jean: Tom, perhaps –
Tom: Hush, Jean. Denise?
[A hissing noise, followed by silence and then the tape shuts off]
‘I wonder what she meant by “I didn’t want him”,’ I said. ‘Why wouldn’t she want him?’
‘We can’t be sure that she was talking about Peter.’
‘Who else would she be talking about? She said, “He took my boy.”’
‘It’s weird, isn’t it?’
Mark was annoyed with my dad. ‘Do you think Jean guessed something?’
‘I’m not sure. Perhaps she was hinting to Dad that he needed to be more patient with her. The way he said that about hurting me, Denise could have interpreted that as a threat.’
‘Was he like that with you? Impatient?’ said Mark.
‘Not at all. He was kind and indulgent with me. But I guess I was always compliant. That tape is dated almost a year after our rescue. I’d say he was exhausted. He hadn’t made any breakthrough with Denise. She wasn’t exactly cooperative, was she?’
‘After what she’d been through? Are you surprised?’ Mark raised his voice.
‘I’m sorry. I forget that you knew her. She was your big sister. I wish I remembered her.’
‘Another thing we can thank Tom Diamond for,’ Mark said, a bitter tone in his voice.