“It’s going to be a big story,” I say, not ready to give up yet. “It would be good to get it on-air before anyone else does.”
“I’m sowy, Anna. Trump’s latest tweet is causing a meltdown, and it’s already a weally busy news day. Sounds to me like this body in the woods might just be a local news stowy, and I don’t have woom. Call if that changes, okay? Got to go.”
“It’s not a—”
I don’t bother to finish my sentence, because he has already hung up. I disappear inside my own darkest thoughts for a while. It’s like Halloween every day in this business—grown adults wearing scary masks, pretending to be something they’re not.
Someone knocks on my window and I jump. I look up, expecting to see Richard standing outside my car, but it’s Jack, and he’s wearing his best disgruntled detective face. He looks just as angry with me as he did the last time we saw each other. I step out to join him, and smile when Jack looks over his shoulder to check if anyone is watching us. He always was a little paranoid. He’s standing so close that I can smell the stale smoke on his breath. I’m surprised because I thought he had given it up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks.
“My job. It’s nice to see you too.”
“Since when does the BBC send a news anchor to a story like this?”
I regularly tell myself that I don’t care what this man thinks of me, but I still don’t want to tell him that I no longer present the program. I don’t want to tell anyone.
“It’s complicated,” I say.
“Things always are with you. What do you know and why did you ask that last question after the press conference?”
“Why didn’t you answer it?”
“Don’t play games with me, Anna. I’m not in the mood.”
“You never were a morning person.”
“I’m serious. Why did you ask that?”
“Is it true then? Was there something inside the victim’s mouth?”
“Tell me what you think you know.”
“You know I can’t do that. I always protect my sources.”
He takes a step closer; a little too close.
“If you do anything to jeopardize this investigation, I will treat you the same way as I would anyone else. This is a murder scene, not Downing Street or some red-carpet film premiere.”
“So, it is murder.”
His cheeks turn a little red when he realizes his own mistake.
“A woman we both know has died, show some respect,” he whispers.
“A woman we both know?”
He stares at me as though he thought maybe I already knew.
“Who?” I ask.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Who?” I ask again.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to cover this story.”
“Why? You just said it was someone we both knew, so maybe you shouldn’t be investigating it.”
“I’ve got to go.”
“Sure. Run away like you always do.”
He starts to leave, but then turns back and gets so close his face is right in front of mine.
“You don’t have to behave like a bitch every time we see each other. It doesn’t suit you.”
The words sting a little. More than I would like to admit, even to myself.
He walks away and I fix a smile on my face until he is completely out of view. Then something strange and unexpected happens: I cry. I hate the way he can still get under my skin, and loathe myself for letting him.
The sound of the car parked next to mine being remotely unlocked startles me.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
Richard opens the trunk, carefully laying his camera inside. I wipe beneath my eyes with the back of my hand, and damp smears of mascara stain my fingers.
“You okay?” he asks. I nod and he successfully interprets my silence as a sign that I do not want to talk about it. “Do we need to package for lunchtime? If so, we should get on with—”
“No, they don’t want anything unless the story develops,” I say.
“Right. Well, back to London then?”
“Not yet. There’s more to this story, I just know it. There are some people in town I want to talk to, on my own; your camera will just scare them. I’ll take my car. There’s a nice pub down the road called the White Hart, they do a great all-day breakfast. Why don’t I meet you there a bit later?”
“Okay,” he says slowly, as though buying time while still selecting his next words. “I know you said that you had met the detective before. Did something happen between you once upon a time?”