‘Excuse me, ma’am,’ he said politely. His name badge said Trent, Assistant Manager. ‘Can you show me what you’ve got down your shirt and your pants?’
‘I’m sorry,’ Tully said, still walking. ‘I can’t.’
‘In that case, ma’am, I’m going to have to detain you while I call the police.’ He gestured to a colleague of his, a woman. ‘Rhiannon will take you to my office to wait for them.’
‘You can’t detain me,’ Tully said. ‘It’s against my human rights.’
As a lawyer’s wife, she hated herself at this moment. Sonny and Tully routinely chortled about the rights people seemed to think they had. But it was enough to make Trent, Assistant Manager, unsure of himself.
‘We have several witnesses, including staff, who saw you putting items inside your clothing,’ Trent said. ‘Which means we can detain you.’
‘How?’ Tully said. ‘Because you’re not allowed to physically put your hands on me . . . that’s assault.’
She wasn’t sure what she was doing. Going mad, probably. It was as though she was in some suspended version of the real world, in which she could say whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted. She strode towards the exit. ‘Bye, Trent.’
The police pulled into the car park as she got into her car. She watched the officer walk to the front door and then watched Trent point to her. By the time Tully was reversing out of her parking space, another police officer was tapping on the driver’s side window.
‘I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car,’ the officer said to her, when she refused to open the window.
‘I’m sorry,’ Tully called, not stopping. ‘I’m late to pick up my son.’
‘I am asking you TO STOP AND GET OUT OF YOUR CAR,’ the policeman repeated, raising his voice.
Tully turned up the radio and drove away.
48
HEATHER
‘Seventeen stitches,’ the young doctor told Heather. Actually he told Stephen, and Heather just happened to be there to hear it. The doctor had practically swooned when Stephen walked in – all the hospital staff had. It was as if Mick Jagger or Barack Obama or Jesus Christ had showed up in emergency. Heather had to confess that seeing him like this, so admired and revered, made him more attractive in her eyes. He stood taller, his eyes shone brighter. He was so comfortable in this environment, nodding at other doctors and waving at nurses and administrative people. Everyone knew him. Everyone. Heather had been seen right away, a perk of his position in the hospital. She had been examined, scanned, stitched and cleaned up and they’d only been here a little over half an hour.
What would all these people think, Heather wondered, if I told them what you’d done to me?
‘How is the pain?’ the doctor asked.
‘It’s a little sore,’ Heather admitted.
‘I can give you something for that.’
‘Oh no,’ Heather said quickly. ‘It’s nothing I can’t manage.’
‘Are you sure?’ the doctor said. ‘You don’t need to be a hero.’
‘I’m fine,’ Heather assured him. ‘But thank you.’
‘All right then, I’ll leave you to get dressed.’ Heather had changed into a hospital gown for her scans. ‘If you are worried about anything at all, of course you can come back. But I’d say you’re in good hands with Dr Aston.’
Stephen thanked the young doctor and he left the room. When he was gone, Stephen turned to her. ‘He’s right about the pain, Heather. You don’t need to be a hero.’
‘In case you’d forgotten,’ Heather said, ‘I’m pregnant.’
‘I hadn’t forgotten,’ he said patiently. ‘But there are medications which are safe to take while pregnant.’
Heather hesitated. Her arm was throbbing. ‘Really?’
He smiled. ‘Trust me. I’m a doctor.’
Stephen left her in the room and disappeared to find painkillers. While he was gone, Heather tried to make sense of everything. Stephen had strangled her . . . hadn’t he? She had felt his hands around her neck, saw him staring into her eyes. But even now, when she looked at her reflection, there were still no marks on her. How was that possible? Was she going mad?
Stephen was gone a long time. Long enough that the scenario had gone around in her head several thousand times, and it still wasn’t any clearer. When he returned he had two pills in his hand, one long and the other round. He also held a plastic cup of water.