Garnethill

"Does sir want anything else?" asked the waitress.

Liam looked at her. "Nope."

As she limped away to the kitchen Liam stabbed Maureen gently with his fork. "What was that about a cupboard?"

"They found something in the cupboard."

"Which cupboard?"

"The hall cupboard."

"The cupboard I found you in?"

"Yeah."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"I don't know what it means."

He watched her. "It could just be an accident. It isn't necessarily significant that you were found in it."

"It could make it look like me," she said softly, "if they find out I was found in there. They might think I did it and then went and hid in there again. They might think I was in there all night and that's why I didn't phone them."

Liam worked the final bushel of chips into his mouth and thought about it. "Yeah," he said. "They're more likely to think it's significant if you don't tell them and they find out from someone else later."

"Who knows that except you and me?"

"You, me and any one of the mental-health professionals who've seen your psychiatric notes."

"It's not in my notes. I've seen my notes. It says I was hiding in the house, it doesn't mention that cupboard. Louisa at the Albert doesn't know."

"What about that guy at the Rainbow?"

"Naw, Angus didn't know either. I never discussed that time with him."

"So that leaves you and me."

"Yeah."

"I didn't do it, Maureen."

"I didn't mean that. I meant who knows that? Did you tell anyone?"

"Like who?"

"I du

"Well, I du

"I'm not saying you did. I didn't for a minute mean that it was you, Liam, I didn't mean that."

"Did ye not like the bridie?" The waitress was at her side with a portion of ice cream and a coffee. She put them on the table and lifted Maureen's di

"I'm just not hungry," said Maureen quietly. She slid a spoonful of ice cream and raspberry sauce into her mouth, rolling it under her tongue, letting it dissolve slightly before swallowing.

Liam took the teaspoon from her coffee and started eating her ice cream. "So you were at your work when it happened?"

"Yeah," she said, frowning at her ice cream. "Someone phoned work yesterday. Liz thought it was Douglas but it might not have been. She told him I wasn't in and I wouldn't be in all day."

"So?"

"He phoned three times. Same guy."

"It probably was Douglas," said Liam.

"No, I don't know if it was. They were phoning from a phone box and he should have been at work. I don't think he'd have called back when she said I was out. Wouldn't want to seem too eager."

Liam stole another spoon of ice cream. She pushed it toward him. "You have it. I don't want it."

The sugar and caffeine were finding their way into Maureen's system. The shaky feeling evaporated like a hangover after a whisky and she felt relatively calm. She sipped her coffee. It was bitter and hot. She took out her cigarettes and lit one.

"Do you think you're being set up?" asked Liam.

"Maybe. I don't know what the cupboard thing means yet. If I could find out what was wrong with the cupboard…"

"Stop trying to find things out, pet. Leave it to the police," said Liam, without a hint of irony. "They'll sort it out."

"I'm just… I'm thinking."

"Keep out of it. You don't want to get involved in this."

"I'm already involved."

"Okay," he said. "You don't want to get more involved, Mauri. Don't meddle."

"I was only thinking."

"Leave it, Maureen."

"There's no harm in thinking about it."

Liam was exasperated. "Look, some scary fucker cut Douglas's throat when he was helpless and tied to a fucking chair. Nice people don't do that. These are unpleasant, dangerous people. This isn't Taggart. Bad things happen to the good guys."

"Bad things happen on Taggart"

"Maureen," he said, "there are very nasty people in the world. You're not like them, you're not fit for them. You've no idea what people are capable of doing to each other, no idea."

"But how are they going to catch the right person?"

"Do you think that's what the police are about? Catching the right person?" He ruffled her hair. "You're not fit for these people, Mauri. Just stand back and shut up and you'll be all right."

On the way back to Be

She waited until Be

Chapter 6

Liz was reveling in the drama of it all. The mustachioed policeman had been to the office and questioned her, asking her to sign a statement to the effect that Maureen had not left the office for any longer than five minutes during the previous day. The walk to the house took ten. Maureen had been in the toilet for fifteen minutes but Audrey had spoken to her. Liz said wasn't it lucky Audrey was a chain-smoker.

Maureen looked up a couple of times during the day and caught Liz staring at her with undisguised awe. She asked three times about going to the police station. Maureen didn't want to talk about it. She had woken up on Be

"I need a piss," said Maureen, excusing herself as only a lady could.

Mr. Scobie seemed more traumatized about it than either of them.

When Maureen went off to hide in the toilet during the morning she saw him walking toward her down the corridor. He looked panic-stricken and ducked into a cloakroom to avoid ru

In the afternoon he shuffled nervously into the ticket office, keeping his back close to the wall, and handed them their wages. Maureen had a tax rebate in hers and the brown envelope held £150 in tens and twenties. "I'm sorry to hear about your trouble, dear," said Mr. Scobie.

"Thank you, Mr. Scobie."

"Will you be taking any more days off?" His voice cracked mid-sentence. "Or can I leave the shifts as they are?"

"You can leave them as they are." fine.

He scuttled back out. Liz sniggered when she was sure he was out of earshot.

Wi

Maureen agreed to come over after work.

"Now, promise me, you won't get a bus or anything, just get into a taxi and come here and I'll pay it at the other end."

"You don't need to do that. I can pay it."

"I insist," said Wi

Maureen didn't want to go. Sober Wi