anything.â
âYou donât ask,â she said.
âI donât like to intrude.â
Now, he said:
âI know more than you think.â
His father snorted.
âYou know her husband is in jail?â
âThat doesnât matter.â
âIt will when he gets out. You think she cares for you?â
âI know she cares for me.â
âSheâs scared of you,â Hathawayâs father said.
âScared of me? Me? Thatâs ridiculous.â
âOK, strictly speaking, sheâs scared of me. As she should be. She disobeyed orders.â
âOrders?â
Dennis Hathaway laughed.
âI know youâre a good-looking boy and you think youâre a little Casanova, but she didnât just fall into you arms that first time.â
Hathaway flushed.
âShe was my birthday present to you.â
Hathaway sat back. His mouth dropped open. Dennis Hathaway spread his hands.
âBut that was meant to be the end of it. It wasnât supposed to carry on. She went against my orders.â
Hathawayâs thoughts were scattered.
âWhy would she do that?â he finally said.
âBecause sheâs an idiot and didnât believe I would punish her.â
âI mean, why would she agree to sleep with me for my birthday?â
âBecause I told her to. I knew you fancied her. I saw you gawking at her every time you came in the office.â
Hathaway looked at his fatherâs hard face. He believed him.
âYou mean sheâs aâ?â
âNo, I donât mean that.â
âBut you have that kind of power over people?â
Dennis Hathaway nodded.
âOh yes,â he said.
Hathaway looked down at his sun-freckled hands.
âSo when she carried on seeing me, she was disobeying you because she liked me.â
âI told you. The way she explained it to me, she was afraid of what you would do, or what you would say to me, if she stopped seeing you.â
Hathaway clenched his fists.
âThat doesnât make sense. Where is she now?â
âSheâs working abroad.â
âThatâs her punishment?â
Hathawayâs father tilted his head.
âOh yes,â he repeated.
Hathaway thought some more. A look sometimes on Barbaraâs face. The sorrow heâd noticed that first time. He was surprised at how quickly he could assimilate it. He looked at his father.
âAre you a gangster? Like the twins? Do you run Brighton?â
Dennis Hathaway shook his head.
âThe council runs the town.â
âI mean illegal stuff.â
âCrime? Iâll tell you who runs the crime in Brighton. The police.â
Hathaway smiled uncertainly.
âIâm serious. Charlie Ridge, the previous chief constable, was utterly corrupt. Scotland Yard came down and made all our lives a misery. They arrested him, two of his CID officers and two members of the public. Tried to throw the book at them. Living off immoral earnings, taking bribes, running backstreet abortions, protection racketeering, robberies. Heâd only been chief constable for a year but heâd been around Brighton for over thirty. God knows for how many of those years heâd had his nose in the trough. The charges only went back to right before he was made detective chief inspector in 1949.â
âWhat happened?â
âRidge was acquitted, though the judge pretty much said he thought he was guilty. Said that unless there was a new chief constable, no court in future would be able to believe the evidence of the Brighton police. His CID men and one of the civilians were found guilty. Ridge got fired the next day but now heâs suing the police authority for unfair dismissal as he wasnât found guilty of anything. And he wants his pension.â
âWas he crooked?â
âOf course. We paid him off same as everybody else. You had to or heâd close you down. As it was, as long as you paid, the