Free Eye of the Raven by Ken McClure

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    He was not above using this as an excuse for not considering his personal circumstances in too much detail. On the odd occasion when he found himself alone in his flat, late at night, beset by thoughts of being nearly forty with little or nothing in the way of personal possessions, it was the perfect excuse for wiping such thoughts from his head. He would have another drink and go to bed. Tomorrow could take care of itself.
    The only uncomfortable factor in all of this was that he had a daughter, Jenny, and therefore had a responsibility towards her. When Lisa died Sue and Peter had taken Jenny to live with them down in Glenvane. It had been his intention to have her back living with him as soon as possible if only for the selfish reason that he could see that in many ways Lisa lived on in Jenny and he needed to see that. She had Lisa’s eyes and, although she was still very young, certain mannerisms that were Lisa’s.
    The practical problems however, of having Jenny live with him were quickly to defeat him. His job would simply not permit it. He had considered trying to find a more stable humdrum job that would have meant more regular hours so that he would be home every night but in reality, that was as far as it had ever gone. When push came to shove he had not been prepared to give up his job with Sci-Med. He knew that it was almost certainly selfish but he needed it: he needed the excitement, the unpredictability and even the danger of it on occasion.
    As it was, Sue and Peter were more than happy to have Jenny stay as part of their family and Jenny was more than happy to be there. The downside that Steven recognised and accepted was that Jenny would probably end up regarding Sue and Peter as her real parents. He would be the man who appeared every couple of weeks, work permitting, bearing smiles and presents. He tried to be more than that, taking an interest in everything that Jenny did at home and at school but he knew that this was still a good bit short of taking on full parental responsibility. It was a compromise but then compromise was the glue on which society depended.
    In the meantime, tonight was proving problematical. Steven arrived at the Grange Hotel in Whitehouse Terrace to find it no longer there. The building was there all right but it was no longer a hotel. It had been bought for private use. He looked at the darkened driveway, now stripped of its welcoming signs, and silently bade farewell to a little bit of his past. He looked up at the night sky as if imagining Lisa might be watching and murmured quietly, ‘Sorry love.’
    Steven checked into The Braid Hills Hotel a couple of miles away to the west. It occupied a lofty position in the well-heeled south side of the city, which gave it an air of solid respectability and where he was lucky enough to get a room with a panoramic view to the north and west. After looking out over the lights of the city for a few moments he went downstairs and had a drink in the bar where golf club sweaters were much in evidence. He picked up that the four men standing next to him were lawyers, not his favourite profession believing as he did that in any sphere of human misery you would find a lawyer making a fat living. The ones beside him however, were discussing property prices – their own by the sound of it. ‘It’s absolutely outrageous!’ beamed one with a self-satisfied smile.
    Steven exchanged small talk with the barman about the weather and agreed when asked that he was in the city on business without actually saying what that business might be. Steven wondered about that himself as he made his way back upstairs to his room.
    McClintock and the local police were clearly unhappy about the prospect of his opening up old wounds where they saw no need and he had a certain sympathy for this view. As they saw it, what had happened was long in the past and the reputation of the force had suffered enough because of it – as had several of the individuals