but it turned out to be nothing’.
Liar. That was his first lie. I try not to tell lies. He probably does, too, but he got backed into a corner and didn’t want to get into trouble.
In reality, the only other thing we had to do on our shift was to go and get a description of some shoplifters from John’s Food and Wine. Shoplifters always get me down for some reason. That and the school visit wouldn’t have taken up our whole time, even it was a half shift. So he needed to create another event to explain us coming back twenty minutes late.
He could’ve said we lost track of time.
He could have told the truth and put it all on me.
But he didn’t.
He told a lie, a white one but a lie all the same. Now he’s with me, we’re bound together, because I know about the lie and I know he’s the sort of person who isn’t averse to deception. It’ll be tough for him to get away from me and my plans, but he doesn’t know that yet. I can only wait for his reticence to wither and then drop off.
‘We can’t do this anymore,’ Bartu says as we step outside in our civvies.
‘It sounds like you’re breaking up with me. It’s only our first date.’
‘I’ll lose my job. I need it. I’ve got aspirations.’
‘Yes, me too, I’ve got aspirations, Emre Bartu.’
‘I don’t think they’re the same aspirations.’
He lights a cigarette. Emre smokes.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘You smoke.’
‘Yes. What’s wrong with that? Don’t say the obvious.’
‘I have to say I see this as very weak.’
‘Really?’
‘But then I’m very judgemental.’
‘Everyone’s got their thing to get them through the day.’
‘I don’t like to be dependent. On anything, never have.’
‘They don’t smoke me. I smoke them.’
‘I’m not so sure.’
‘What’s your thing?’
‘Words.’
‘But you can’t read properly, right?’
‘I’m working on it. Why don’t you try quitting?’
‘Because I’m dedicated.’
‘You’re not that dedicated. You’re giving up on this case.’
‘It’s not my case to give up on. Give me a break will you?’
This all happens quite slowly but it’s the fastest bit of conversation I’ve been able to take part in for a while and I’m pleased with myself.
I batted it back and forth, it was a decent rally. My mind is getting sharper. I break into a broad smile, pleased with myself for everything that has happened today. He clocks this as we arrive at his car. I go to get in on the passenger side.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I need a lift.’
‘Ok, fine. Where do you live?’
‘By Seven Sisters station.’
‘That’s not on my way.’
‘Are you going to make me walk? I got shot in the head.’
Emre just sighs and cracks; he likes me, he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t, but he likes me.
He backs the car out as I find an open packet of bonbons in his glove compartment.
‘Headlights,’ I say, popping one into my mouth.
‘I was just about to. You’re Mr Rules all of a sudden, huh?’
‘Can’t see without headlights,’ I say, shrugging. He’s flustered.
Our lights crawl along the road in front of us as we cut through the biting evening air. The misted breath of the passers-by rises and drifts up to join the milky clouds above. The temperature has dropped and it’s going to start snowing again soon apparently. It hasn’t snowed since the day of my accident. This is supposed to be one of the coldest winters in London on record, something about a cold front from the Atlantic. 68 days of snow were scheduled so that gives us a few more by the end of a freezing February, by my reckoning.
I’m not interested in the photos. Teenagers are mostly into that stuff. Once you hit fifteen it’s all warm cider and dick pics these days. Look at me! I’ve got one of these! Observe me!
I’m more interested in the picture she drew.
The scent of aftershave in the house.
‘Hey Emre, remind me to remember that Ms Fraser had a rosewood coloured afro that nicely complemented her skin tone, will you?’
‘Okay. Why?’
‘So I remember who she is.’
‘We’re not going back there.’
‘Well, just in case.’
‘You spent an hour with her, are you that forgetful?’
‘I’m not forgetful at all. I’m just not so good with faces.’
‘Is anyone that bad with faces?’
‘Yes, I am. Since the accident. Tomorrow I won’t recognise you either unless I write it down. No offence. Everyone’s face is like a plain black suitcase. I see the shapes and they means nothing to me, it’s like a foreign language. You know that phrase, I don’t remember names but I never forget a face? That’s the opposite of me. Don’t tell anyone though, they won’t like it.’
‘Hmm. No shit. That’s not typically how you’d want a member of the police force to be.’
‘Nothing about me is typically how you’d want a member of the police force to be. But then I’m not a typical person. And I’m not really a member of the police force.’
‘Okay. I think I understand that.’
‘Good. Then we’re on the same page.’
‘I wouldn’t go that far.’
He’s right, I’m not on the same page as anyone, not anymore. We’re not even in the same library.
We drive past low price trainer stores and a football ground.
‘Listen,
