Free The Bad Things by Mary-Jane Riley Page B

tomorrow as well, have a coffee or something? There’s a really good pastry shop in the town. They do lovely doughnuts and things. At least, they look nice in the window. I haven’t dared go in. You know.’ She sounded pathetic. ‘Do you know, I don’t even know how to use a smartphone?’
    For a second Alex got an insight into what her life must be like. Not being able to do, or being used to doing, the things she took for granted. Just simple things like having a coffee. How the world had passed her by. ‘Do you worry that people will recognize you?’

    Her mouth twisted. ‘You don’t think the hair dye does much, then? You think people would know who I am?’
    ‘Why did you come here?’ asked Alex. ‘Why not Scotland or somewhere really far away?’
    Jackie Wood shrugged. ‘Why not? It’s where I grew up. I don’t know anywhere else. Besides, I’m innocent aren’t I? I haven’t got anything to fear.’
    ‘And the caravan?’
    ‘Worried the taxpayers are footing the bill? Don’t be. My parents died some years ago, one after the other. I think the shame got to them in the end. They’d bought this caravan so they could stay in it when they visited me. They loved this town. After they sold their house to pay for my legal bills they had to live in it. When they died it came to me. It was all they had left to show for forty years of marriage. They wanted me to have the best, but the best wasn’t good enough, was it?’ Alex could almost reach out and curl her hand around the bitterness in Jackie Wood’s voice. ‘They were hounded every day by people wanting to talk to them about me, about Martin.’
    ‘That’s the trouble though, isn’t it? The families always suffer.’
    She looked at Alex, obviously trying to gauge if she was being made fun of. But Alex was deadly serious and sidled along the bench, standing and putting on her coat. Jackie Wood sat very still, looking at her.
    ‘I could tell you things.’
    Alex stopped, mid shrug. ‘Oh?’
    This time the look on Jackie Wood’s face was sly. Mercurial; she had changed from someone pathetic to a woman with a secret.
    ‘What things?’ Alex’s heart was beating fast. ‘What things?’ Her voice was louder.
    A quick smile and Alex saw in her face the reason she had survived prison for all those years. She had a shell; a toughness to her.

    She rubbed her scar with her finger, up and down, up and down. At that moment Alex hated her so much that she wanted to slap her, hit her, rake her nails down her face; make her bleed. She had to clench her jaw and her fists to stop herself from launching at her across the bench.
    ‘Things that might make you change your mind about me. Things that happened that you know nothing about.’
    ‘The diary? Is it in the diary?’
    ‘Come tomorrow,’ she said, ‘and maybe I’ll tell you more then.’
    ‘Tomorrow,’ echoed Alex. How could she wait a whole twenty-four hours?
    ‘My scar,’ said Jackie Wood suddenly. ‘Do you know how I got it?’ That slow blinking again. She traced it with her finger. ‘Someone took a shank to me a couple of years ago.’ She shrugged. ‘Probably one of the worst things that happened. I had the usual spit or piss in my tea. Punches here and there. Things stolen. People not talking to me. Even when you’re on Rule 45 other prisoners try to get on it purely to do you. They don’t like child killers in prison. Even ones who are innocent.’ She smiled. ‘Goodbye, Alex.’
    Jackie Wood was in control; Alex had no option but to go.
    She felt weightless, dizzy with Jackie Wood’s words. She tied her scarf around her neck and opened the door. Breathed in the cold fresh air that smelled like freedom. Tomorrow.
    But Jackie Wood wasn’t finished. Alex heard her clear her throat behind her. Then she spoke.
    ‘By the way—’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘All those years ago, what were you doing with Martin Jessop?’
    Alex pretended not to hear.

9
    He’d held her hand a little longer than