‘Yes, it is what you think,’ Pip said, finally meeting her mother’s eyes. ‘Connor and Joanna are really worried. They think something’s happened to Jamie. So yes, I’m investigating his disappearance. And yes, I’m recording the investigation for season two of the show. They asked me to, and I said yes.’
‘But I don’t understand,’ her mum said, even though she understood perfectly well. Another of her tactics. ‘You were done with all this. After everything you went through last time. The danger you put yourself in.’
‘I know –’ Pip began, but her mum cut her off.
‘You ended up in the hospital, Pippa, with an overdose. They had to pump your stomach. You were being threatened by a now convicted killer.’ That was the only way Pip’s mum referred to Elliot Ward now. She couldn’t use the word, what he’d really been: a friend. That was too much. ‘And Barney –’
‘Mum, I know,’ Pip said, her voice rising, cracking as she fought to control it. ‘I know all the terrible things that happened last year because of me, I don’t need your constant reminders. I know, OK? I know I was selfish, I know I was obsessive, I know I was reckless and if I said sorry to you every day it still wouldn’t be enough, OK?’ Pip felt it, the pit in her stomach stirring, opening up to swallow her whole. ‘I’m sorry. I feel guilty all the time, so I don’t need you to tell me. I’m the expert in my own mistakes, I understand.’
‘So why would you choose to put yourself through anything like that again?’ her mum said, softening her voice and dropping the arm from her hip. Pip couldn’t tell what that meant, whether it was a sign of victory or defeat.
A high cartoonish giggling from the living room interrupted them.
‘Joshua.’ Her dad finally spoke. ‘Turn the TV down please!’
‘But it’s SpongeBob and it’s only on fourteen,’ a small voice shouted back.
‘Joshua . . .’
‘OK, OK.’
The noise from the TV quietened until Pip could no longer hear it over the humming in her ears. Dad settled back into his place, gesturing for them to continue.
‘Why?’ Her mum reiterated her last question, drawing a thick underline beneath it.
‘Because I have to,’ Pip said. ‘And if you want to know the truth, I said no. That was my choice. I told Connor I couldn’t do this again. So yesterday, I went to speak to the police to get them to actually investigate Jamie’s disappearance. I thought I could help that way. But they won’t do anything for Jamie, they can’t.’ Pip tucked her hands in under her elbows. ‘The truth is I didn’t really have a choice, once the police said no. I didn’t want to do it. But I can’t not do it. They asked me. They came to me. And what if I’d said no? What if Jamie is never found? What if he’s dead?’
‘Pip, it is not your job to –’
‘It isn’t my job, but it feels like my responsibility,’ she said. ‘I know you’ll both have a thousand arguments why that’s not true, but I’m telling you the way it feels. It is my responsibility because I started something and I can’t now take it back. Whatever it did to me, to all of us, I still solved a double murder case last year. Now I have six hundred thousand subscribers who will listen to me and I’m in a position to use that, to help people. To help Jamie. That’s why I had no choice. I might not be the only one who can help, but I’m the only one here right now. This is Jamie, Mum. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him and I said no because it was the easier choice. The safer choice. The choice my parents would want me to make. That’s why I’m doing it. Not because I want to, because I have to. I’ve accepted that, and I hope you both can too.’
Pip saw her dad nodding in the corner of her eye, the LED light above drawing yellow streaks across the dark skin of his forehead. Her mum also saw it, turning to frown at him.
‘Victor . . .’ she said.
‘Leanne,’ he replied, stepping forward into no man’s land. ‘Clearly she’s not being reckless; she’s put a lot of consideration into her decision. That’s all we can ask of her, because it is her decision. She’s eighteen now.’ He turned to smile at Pip, his eyes glazing in that way they did. The exact way he looked at her every time he told the story of how they’d met. Pip at four years old, stomping around this very house he was looking to buy, accompanying her mum on the viewing because the childcare had fallen through. She’d followed them into each room, giving him a new animal fact in each one, despite her mother telling her to be quiet so she could inform the nice man about the high-spec kitchen. He always said it was both of them that stole his heart that day.
Pip returned his smile, and that hole in her stomach, it started to shrink just a little, freeing up more space for her around it.
‘And what about the risks, Victor?’ Pip’s mum said, though her tone had changed now, the fight all but gone from it.
‘Everything has risks,’ he said. ‘Even crossing the road. It’s no different than if she were a journalist, or a police officer. And would we keep her from either of those things because of the potential risks? And also: I am very big. If anyone even thinks about hurting my daughter, I will rip off their head.’
Pip laughed, and her mum’s mouth twitched with a smile she didn’t want to give into. The smile lost, for now, though it gave a good fight.
‘Fine,’ her mum said. ‘Pip, I’m not your enemy, I’m your mum. I only care about your safety and your happiness, the two things you lost last time. It’s my job to protect you, whether you like it or not. So fine, I accept your decision. But I will be watching to make sure you don’t become obsessive to the point where it’s unhealthy, and you better believe me when I say there will be no missing school or neglecting your revision,’ she said, counting the points off on her fingers. ‘I’m sure everything is fine, but if there is any sign of danger, even the slightest hint, I want you to come straight to us. Promise me?’
‘Thank you.’ Pip nodded, her chest releasing. ‘It won’t be like last time, I promise.’ She wasn’t that person any more. She’d be good this time. She would. Things would be different, she told that yawning feeling that never left her. ‘But I should warn you: I don’t think everything is fine. Put it this way, I don’t think you’ll see Jamie at work tomorrow morning.’
Her mum’s face flushed, and she dropped her gaze, tightening her lips into a line. Of all her mother’s faces, Pip wasn’t sure what this one meant. ‘Well,’ her mum said quietly, ‘all I’m saying is that Jamie is probably OK and I’m sure this will turn out to be nothing. That’s why I don’t want you to give too much of yourself to it.’
‘Well, I mean hopefully it’s nothing,’ Pip said, taking the packet of satsumas her dad handed her, placing them in the fruit bowl. ‘But there are a couple of red flags. His phone was turned off that night and hasn’t been on since. And he was acting strangely that day – out of character.’
Her mum placed a loaf of bread in the bread bin. ‘I’m just saying, maybe acting strangely isn’t that out of character for Jamie.’
‘Wait, what?’ Pip stalled, pulling back from the box of porridge her dad was handing her.
‘Oh, nothing,’ her mum said, busying herself with the tinned tomatoes. ‘I shouldn’t have said anything.’
‘Said anything about what?’ Pip said, her heart jumping up to her throat, sensing her mum’s unease. She narrowed her eyes at the back of her mum’s head. ‘Mum? Do you know something about Jamie?’
Pip:
Mum, wait, hold on, I’ve set up the microphones now. Can you tell me what you were going to say? About Jamie?
[INAUDIBLE]
Pip:
Mum, you . . . you have to come closer to the microphone. It can’t pick you up from over there.
[INAUDIBLE]
Pip:
Please can you just sit down and tell me what it is, whatever it is.
Mum:
[INAUDIBLE] . . . need to get started on dinner.
Pip:
I know, I know. This will only take a few minutes. Please?
What did you mean by ‘acting strangely isn’t that out of character for Jamie’? Are you talking about something that happened at work? Jamie was working a later shift on Friday, before the memorial. Was he acting strangely then, is that what you mean? Please, Mum, this could really help the investigation.
Mum:
No . . . it’s . . . ah, no, I shouldn’t. It’s not my business.
Pip:
Jamie’s missing. It’s been almost two full days. He could be in danger. I don’t think he’d care about what’s anyone’s business right now.
Mum:
But Joanna –
Pip:
She’s the one who asked me to do this. She’s accepted she might learn things about Jamie she wouldn’t want to know.
Mum:
Does Joanna . . . does Joanna think Jamie still works at Proctor and Radcliffe? Is that what he told her?
Pip:
Yeah, of course, what do you mean? He does work there. He was at work on Friday before he went missing.
Mum:
He’s . . . Jamie doesn’t work at the agency any more. He left, maybe two and a half weeks ago.
Pip:
He left? Did he quit? His family have no idea, they still think he works with you. He’s been going to work every day. Why would he quit and lie about it?
Mum:
He . . . he didn’t quit.
Pip:
What?
Mum:
Pip . . .
Pip:
Mum?
Mum:
There was an incident. But I don’t really want to talk about it, it has nothing to do with anything. My point was just that maybe Jamie disappearing isn’t something so out of character, and why cause trouble for him when –
Pip:
Mum, he’s missing. Anything that happened in the last few weeks could be relevant. Anything. Joanna won’t be angry if you tell, I know she won’t. What was the incident? When?
Mum:
Well . . . it must have been a Wednesday because Todd wasn’t in, and Siobhan and Olivia were but they were out on viewings.
Pip:
Wednesday two weeks ago? So that was the . . . 11th?
Mum:
That sounds about right. I’d been out on lunch, went to see Jackie in the café, and left Jamie in the office alone. And when I got back . . . well, I must have been quicker than he expected because he . . .
Pip:
What? What was he doing?
Mum:
He had my key somehow, he must have taken it out of my handbag earlier in the day, used it to unlock my desk drawer when I was out. I walked in on him taking the company credit card out of my drawer.
Pip:
What?
Mum:
He panicked when I came in. He was shaking. He tried several excuses as to why he was taking the card, said he needed the info so he could order more envelopes in, then said Todd asked him to do something for him. But I knew he was lying, and Jamie knew I wasn’t buying it. So then he just started apologizing, over and over again. Said he was sorry, he just needed the money and he said something . . . he said something like, ‘I wouldn’t have done this, if it wasn’t life or death.’
Pip:
‘Life or death’? What did he mean by that?
Mum:
I don’t know. I’m guessing he wanted to take the card to an ATM and draw out a few hundred pounds. He knew the PIN because I’d sent him out with that card to get office tea supplies before. I don’t know why he needed the money, but clearly he was desperate. We’d never had any problems with Jamie before this. I’d offered him the job to help him out, to help Joanna and Arthur out because Jamie had been struggling to settle anywhere. He’s a very sweet young man, has been like that since he was a kid. The Jamie I walked in on felt almost like a different person. He looked so scared. So sorry.
Pip:
He must have been desperate, because he would’ve known, even if he’d managed to steal the cash, you’d have found out eventually. Why did he need money so urgently?
Mum:
I never asked. I just told him to put the card down and return my key and I said I wouldn’t call the police. I didn’t need to make any more trouble for him; it looked like he had enough going on, whatever it was. And I would’ve felt too guilty, calling the police on one of my friend’s children in trouble. You don’t do that. So I told Jamie I wouldn’t tell anyone what I saw, but that he could no longer work at Proctor and Radcliffe and his contract would be terminated immediately. I told him he needed to straighten out his life, or I’d have to tell Joanna eventually. He thanked me for not calling the police, said thank you for the opportunity in the first place and then he left. The last thing he said on his way out was, ‘I’m so so sorry, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t have to.’
Pip:
What did he need the money for?
Mum:
He didn’t say. But if he was willing to steal from the company and get caught for it, what else could he have needed the money for except, well, something . . . illegal . . . criminal?
Pip:
Well, maybe. But that doesn’t mean his disappearance two weeks later isn’t suspicious or out of character. If anything, this makes me more certain Jamie’s in trouble. That he’s got himself mixed up in something bad.
Mum:
I certainly never thought he’d be the sort to steal. Ever.
Pip:
And the only reason he gave you was that it was life or death?
Mum:
Mum: That’s what he said, yes.
Pip:
Whose life or death did he mean?
Fifteen
Pip was certain she could see the very moment Joanna’s heart began to break. It wasn’t when she told her and Connor about the calamity party, about Jamie following someone there. It wasn’t when she said he’d left the party at half ten and was witnessed on the phone, mentioning the police. It wasn’t even when she told them Jamie had been lying to them for two weeks about still having his job, and how he’d lost it. No, it was precisely when she said those exact words: life or death.
Something instantly changed in Joanna: the way she held her head, the outline of her eyes, the way her skin slackened and paled like some of the life in her had slipped away, drifting out into the cold air of the kitchen. And Pip knew she’d just given voice to Joanna’s very worst fears. Even worse than that, those words had come from Jamie himself.
‘But we don’t know what Jamie meant by that. It’s possible he was exaggerating in order to minimize the trouble he was in, or to get my mum to sympathize with him,’ Pip said, looking from Connor to Joanna’s broken eyes. Arthur Reynolds was not in. Apparently, he’d been out most of the day and neither of them knew where he was. Blowing off steam was Joanna’s best guess. ‘Do you have any idea what Jamie might have needed the money for?’
‘Wednesday two weeks ago?’ Connor said. ‘It’s not like there were any birthdays or occasions coming up which he’d need money for.’
‘I doubt Jamie intended to steal money to buy birthday presents,’ Pip replied as gently as she could. ‘Do you know if he had any debts he might have needed to pay off? Phone bill? We know he was very attached to his phone in recent weeks.’
‘I don’t think so.’ Joanna finally spoke. ‘He was on a good salary at the estate agents, I’m sure that more than covered his phone bill. It’s not like he’s been spending more than usual. Jamie hardly ever buys anything for himself, not clothes or anything. I think his main expense would just be, well, lunch.’
‘OK, I’ll look into it.’
‘Where has Jamie been going?’ asked Connor. ‘When he told us he was going to work?’
‘I’ll also look into that,’ Pip said. ‘Maybe he was just getting out of the house, so he wouldn’t have to tell any of you what happened. Maybe he was working on getting a new job, before he told you he’d lost the last one? I know it was a point of contention between Jamie and hi
s dad, maybe he was trying to avoid another argument about jobs.’
‘Yes,’ Joanna said, scratching her chin. ‘Arthur would have been angry about him losing another job. And Jamie hates confrontation.’
‘Skipping back to the calamity party,’ Pip said, steering the conversation, ‘do you have any idea who Jamie could have been on the phone to? Someone who might have asked him to do something?’
‘No. It was none of us,’ she said.
‘Zoe?’ asked Pip.
‘No, she had no contact with Jamie that day. The only person I know Jamie calls regularly is Nat da Silva. Or it used to be.’
‘It wasn’t her,’ Pip said. ‘She told me Jamie never turned up at her house as planned and ignored all her texts and calls.’
‘I don’t know then. I’m sorry,’ Joanna said in a small voice, like that was slipping away from her too.
‘That’s OK.’ Pip brightened hers to compensate. ‘I’m guessing you would have told me, but any luck with the computer password?’
‘Not yet,’ Connor said. ‘We’ve been working through that questionnaire, trying all variables with number replacements. Nothing so far. We’re keeping a record of everything we’ve tried, think we’re over six hundred failed attempts now.’
‘OK, well, keep trying. Tomorrow after school I’ll see if I can contact someone who can brute-force the password without damaging any of the data.’
‘Yep, will do.’ Connor fiddled with his own fingers. There was an open packet of cereal on the counter behind him, and two discarded bowls; Pip guessed those had been dinner. ‘Is there anything else we can be doing, other than the password? Anything?’
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