Free The Operative by Duncan Falconer Page A

was a different world inside the house now and Sally was a different person now that Jack was gone. As she stared at him it was as if his presence had finally broken the dam she had built in her heart. Her expression changed suddenly as the tears began to well up in her eyes. She fell into his arms and sobbed like a child.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’ve been trying to brave it out all week but I can’t any more.’
    ‘It’s okay,’ Stratton said, feeling uncomfortable with the closeness. It was this kind of emotional contact that he had difficultywith. Whenever he indulged it felt insincere though it was not. It was the physical display that he had trouble with. That had always been the main problem behind his unsuccessful relationships with women. Sharing this moment with Sally should have been different, it should have been natural despite the circumstances. But it was not.
    She pulled away as if sensing his discomfort. ‘Right. No more tears,’ she said, wiping her eyes and heading back into the kitchen. ‘I’ll put the kettle on.’
    Stratton followed, wanting to say something to comfort her, but he couldn’t think of anything intelligent. Not that it would have made much difference. Sally was a tough and stubborn woman and would do things her own way, even more so now that she was without Jack’s soothing common sense.
    Stratton sat on one of the stools at the island breakfast bar and watched her make the tea. His gaze wandered around the room, to the cards on the table and the toy basket in a corner. ‘Where’s Josh?’ he asked.
    ‘Downstairs, watching TV, but he’s not really watching it. Poor lad. I don’t think it’s truly sunk home yet that his dad’s never coming back.’
    ‘Maybe he’s tougher than you think.’
    Sally hoped that Stratton was wrong, though she feared other -wise. The truth was she didn’t want Josh to be that strong, like his father, or worse, void of emotion like his godfather. She didn’t want him to become a soldier like them. It suddenly dawned on her that her plan was based on that very fear. She didn’t want Josh to grow up around soldiers any more or be influenced by them.
    ‘We’re leaving Poole,’ she said matter-of-factly, pouring the milk into the cups.
    Stratton detected something in her tone that suggested there was more to the statement. ‘Going up north?’ he asked.
    ‘No. Well, for as long as it takes to sort out things with my mum and dad. Then we’re leaving the country.’
    Stratton masked his surprise.
    ‘We’re going to the States,’ she went on. ‘I’ve got a cousin in California. They’re always asking us over.’
    It sounded to Stratton she was talking about more than just a short break.
    Sally took a moment to put her thoughts in order while filling the mugs with tea, placing one in front of Stratton. ‘I want to get away. I mean, really away.’
    ‘Sounds like a good idea,’ he said, saying it for the sake of talking but not sure.
    ‘I’m going to sell the house,’ she said. ‘My dad’ll take care of everything.’
    Stratton sipped his tea. Sally was not one for making idle statements and he did not doubt her sincerity.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
    ‘For what?’
    ‘Josh won’t be able to see you.’
    ‘I’ll always visit.’
    She looked at him and smiled. A part of her wanted Stratton to remain in their lives but she could never begin to tell him her fears about that. It was counter to what Jack would have wanted and although that made her feel guilty she believed she was doing the right thing. Anyway. Much as Stratton might want to visit as often as he could she doubted he would make it to somewhere as far away as California very often. They saw him little enough as it was, even living in Poole.
    ‘When are you leaving?’ Stratton asked.
    ‘Soon as I can pack everything into boxes, pile them in the hallway for my dad and pack a couple of suitcases … Will you keep that to yourself ? I couldn’t take fifty