‘Reuben, come in.’
The door to the far interview room opened and a middle-aged, bespectacled woman stood in the doorway. As he sat down, she slid in behind the desk, tapped away on the keyboard, then looked up and said, ‘Hullo, I’m Beth.’
‘Where’s Lucy?’
She looked surprised and at the same time reproving. She had one of those mouths that turn down easily and become permanently disapproving in old age.
‘Lucy’s been seconded to another department,’ she said crisply. ‘I’m taking over your supervision. I need to ask you a few questions.’
As Reuben left the interview room – his appointment slip for a fortnight in his jeans pocket – he pondered Lucy’s secondment. Why hadn’t she mentioned it when she visited him in prison? Then again, why should she? Maybe she hadn’t known about it then. Ha
