saw in the notes that you have two children under five. And that they’ve both had their BCG.’
‘That’s right. I can’t help worrying, though. I bleached everything last night.’ Anna shivered, her gaze slewing around the room as if something was following her, waiting its chance to strike.
Giving her a leaflet wasn’t going to do it.
‘I can understand that, but you were probably wasting your time.’ Lucas shrugged. ‘Apart from working off a bit of steam?’
Anna chuckled, her shoulders relaxing slightly. ‘Yeah. I did that all right.’
‘Well, that’s something. Did you open the windows?’
‘No, I …’
Anna didn’t need to explain. Lucas had seen enough people instinctively shutting themselves in their houses, out of nameless fear. ‘Well, that’s what you need to do. Tuberculosis is transmitted aerobically and not via surfaces. Sunshine and fresh air are the best ways to eradicate the infection.’
Anna gave a snort of wry amusement. ‘That’s a nice thought.’
‘It happens to be scientifically true. But you’re quite at liberty to draw any metaphors you like from it.’ Both women were smiling now, and Lucas felt like a showman. One with a serious intent, who nonetheless got a buzz out of delighting his audience.
‘Okay. Now that Dr West has shed a little light on things …’ Thea paused to grimace at her own, truly dreadful, pun. ‘Dr West is going to be asking you about all the people who’ve been in close contact. I explained that to you yesterday.’
Anna nodded. ‘Yes. I want to help.’
Lucas nodded his thanks. ‘Why don’t you go and see Derek now, and I’ll come and find you in an hour? We’ll chat then, over a cup of coffee.’ He could find the machine. And if Thea wanted to join them, he’d get coffee for her as well.
The doors of the isolation unit clicked closed behind them. Lucas was strolling beside her, his jacket slung over one shoulder. ‘We’re agreed, then. You get to do the real work and leave the bureaucracy to me.’ He was grinning.
‘I didn’t say that.’ Thea attempted a severe look and failed. After all he’d done to assuage Anna’s fears it wasn’t easy to be angry with him.
‘My mistake. I could have sworn that was the general drift of it.’
She gave an exaggerated shrug. ‘Maybe I …’
‘Overreacted?’ He gave her a devastating smile.
‘Probably.’ She’d give him that. Asking him what the hell had happened to him hadn’t been entirely necessary.
‘Then you’ll admit that I haven’t gone over to the dark side.’
‘Don’t push it, Lucas. Anyway, there is no dark side.’ She couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t thought it. And Lucas had always been able to read her like a book.
‘Thank you.’ He gave her a self-satisfied smirk. ‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
Week Two
THE WEEK HAD flown by in a blur of activity. Lucas had visited the school where Derek Thompson taught, and had collected information from both Anna and Derek. The theatre group had been investigated, but since Derek had been asymptomatic for some months after he’d last seen any of its members, they were deemed to be at no risk of infection.
By the following Monday they had finalised a set of standard letters, along with lists of people to whom each should be sent. And Thea had convinced herself that there would be no more petty arguments between her and Lucas.
She had no reason to take him up on his assurances that he would be there if needed until the Friday evening, almost two weeks after the initial diagnosis of TB had been made. Dialling his mobile number, she wondered what she might hear in the background.
‘Thea. What’s the problem?’
That just about said it all. He knew she wouldn’t call him unless she had to.
‘There’s something I’d like to talk through with you. I’ve had a call from the local paper. I reckoned that was more your area of expertise than mine.’
Thea’s one horrific contact with the press in Bangladesh had taught her to avoid newsmen at all costs. Lucas’s world of measured responses and careful PR was far better equipped to deal with that than she was.
‘Right.’ A note of resignation sounded in his voice. ‘What did they have to say for themselves?’
‘They’ve been contacted by one of the parents at the school. They’re doing a piece and they offered us the chance to comment. And they need our response by tomorrow afternoon, before they go to press.’
He gave a short chuckle. ‘Nice one. Clearly hoping we’ll be uncontactable at the weekend.’
‘They do that sort of thing?’
‘It’s not unknown. I think we’ll be pleased to respond. Do you have a copy of the proposed article?’
‘No.’ Thea supposed she should have thought to ask for one but she’d wanted to get the reporter off the phone as quickly as possible.
‘Okay, give me their number and I’ll call them now. Can we meet up this evening to discuss this?’
‘I’ll wait here for you. How long will you be?’
‘I can’t get there tonight. But I’m only twenty minutes away from you, and Friday night is barbecue night. Come and join us.’
Us. It had crossed Thea’s mind that Lucas might be married, and she’d decided that was none of her concern. All the same, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to play happy families with him.
‘What about tomorrow morning? I don’t want to interrupt your evening.’
‘I’m working anyway. And there’s an old acquaintance I’d like you to meet.’
‘Who?’ He’d married someone she knew? Thea really didn’t want to know now.
‘You’ll see. I’ll text my address. Dinner’s in an hour.’
‘But … Lucas?’ She glared at the phone. He’d rung off.
It would serve him right if she just didn’t turn up. She could text him the reporter’s mobile number and leave him to deal with it. But not turning up might look as if she cared. Her phone beeped, and she looked at the screen.
She couldn’t remember the number, but this was the road his parents had lived in. Large houses set well back from the road behind iron railings.
