want us to drop our other cases?’ Tommy asked.
Carol’s smile was sharp as an ice pick. She’d never had a soft spot for chancers. ‘Oh, please, Sergeant,’ she sighed. ‘I know what your case-load is. Like I said at the start of this conversation, it’s Bradfield I came from. Seaford might not be the big city, but that’s no reason for us to operate at village bobby pace.’
She stood up, taking in the shock in their faces. ‘I didn’t come here to fall out with people. But I will if I have to. If you think I’m a hard bastard to work for, watch me. However hard you work, you’ll see me matching it. I’d like us to be a team. But we have to play by my rules.’
Then she was gone. Tommy Taylor scratched his jaw. ‘That’s us told, then. Still think she’s shaggable, Lee?’
Di Earnshaw’s thin mouth pursed. ‘Not unless you like singing falsetto.’
‘I don’t think you’d feel a lot like singing,’ Lee said. ‘Anybody want that last KitKat?’
Shaz rubbed her eyes and turned away from the computer screen. She’d come in early so she could squeeze in a quick revision of the previous day’s software familiarization. Finding Tony at work on one of the other terminals had been a bonus. He’d looked astonished to see her walk through the door just after seven. ‘I thought I was the only workaholic insomniac around here,’ he’d greeted her.
‘I’m crap on computers,’ she’d said gruffly, trying to cover her satisfaction at having him to herself. ‘I’ve always needed to work twice as hard to keep up.’
Tony’s eyebrows had jumped. Cops didn’t generally admit weaknesses to an outsider. Either Shaz Bowman was even more unusual than he’d initially appreciated or else he was finally losing his alien status. ‘I thought everybody under thirty was a wizard on these,’ he said mildly.
‘Sorry to disappoint you. I was behind the door when the anoraks were being handed out,’ Shaz replied. She settled in front of her screen and pushed up the sleeves of her cotton sweater. ‘First remember your password,’ she muttered, wondering what he thought of her.
Two forces seethed under Shaz Bowman’s calm surface, taking it in turns to drive her. On the one hand, fear of failure gnawed at her, undermining everything she was and all she achieved. When she looked in the mirror, she never saw her good points, only the thinness of her lips and the lack of definition in her nose. When she reviewed her accomplishments, she saw only the places where she had fallen short, the heights she had failed to scale. The countervailing force was her ambition. Somehow, ever since she’d first begun to formulate the ambitions that drove her, those goals had restored her damaged self-confidence and shored up her vulnerabilities before they could cripple her. When her ambition threatened to tip her over into arrogance, somehow the fear would kick in at the crucial point, keeping her human.
The setting up of the task force had coincided so perfectly with the direction of her dreams, she couldn’t help but feel the hand of fate in it. That didn’t mean that she could let up, however. Shaz’s long-term career plan meant she had to shine brighter than anyone else in this task force. One of her tactics for achieving that was to pick Tony Hill’s brains like a master locksmith, extracting every scrap of knowledge she could scavenge there while simultaneously worming her way inside his defences so that when she needed his help, he’d be willing to provide it. As part of her approach, and because she was terrified that otherwise she’d fall behind and make a fool of herself in a group that she was convinced were all better than her, she was covertly taping all the group sessions, listening to them over and over again whenever she could. And now, luck had dropped a bonus opportunity into her lap.
So Shaz frowned and stared at the screen, working her way through the lengthy process of filling out an offence report then setting in motion its comparison against the details of all the previous crimes held in the computer’s memory banks. When Tony had slipped out of his seat, she’d vaguely registered the movement, but forced herself to carry on working. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was trying to ingratiate herself.
The intensity of the concentration she imposed upon herself was sufficient for her not to notice when he came back in through the door behind her desk until her subconscious registered a faint masculine smell which it identified as his. It took all her willpower not to react. Instead, she carried on striking keys until his hand cleared the edge of her peripheral vision and placed a carton of coffee topped with a Danish on the desk beside her. ‘Time for a break?’
So she’d rubbed her eyes and abandoned the screen. ‘Thanks,’ she said.
‘You’re welcome. Anything you’re not clear about? I’ll take you through it, if you want.’
Still she held back. Don’t snatch at it, she cautioned herself. She didn’t want to use up her credit with Tony Hill until she absolutely had to, and preferably not before she’d been able to offer him something helpful in return. ‘It’s not that I don’t understand it,’ she said. ‘It’s just that I don’t trust it.’
Tony smiled, enjoying her defensive stubbornness. ‘One of those kids who demanded empirical proof that two and two were always going to be four?’
A prick of delight that she’d entertained him, quickly stifled. Shaz moved the Danish and opened the coffee. ‘I’ve always been in love with proof. Why do you think I became a cop?’
Tony’s smile was lopsided and knowing. ‘I could speculate. It’s quite a proving ground you’ve chosen here.’
‘Not really. The ground’s already been broken. The Americans have been doing it for so long they’ve not only got manuals, they’ve got movies about it. It’s just taken us forever to catch on, as per usual. But you’re one of the ones who forced the issue, so there’s nothing left for us to prove.’ Shaz took a huge bite of her Danish, nodding in quiet approval as she tasted the apricot glaze on the flaky pastry.
‘Don’t you believe it,’ Tony said wryly, moving back to his own terminal. ‘The backlash has only just started. It’s taken long enough to get the police to accept we can provide useful help, but already the media hacks who were treating us profilers like gods a couple of years ago are jumping all over our shortcomings. They oversold us, so now they have to blame us for not living up to a set of expectations they created in the first place.’
‘I don’t know,’ Shaz said. ‘The public only remember the big successes. That case you did in Bradfield last year. The profile was right on the button. The police knew exactly where to go looking when it came to the crunch.’ Oblivious to the permafrost that had settled over Tony’s face, Shaz continued enthusiastically. ‘Are you going to do a session on that? We’ve all heard the grapevine version, but there’s next to nothing in the literature, even though it’s obvious you did a textbook job on the profile.’
‘We won’t be covering that case,’ he said flatly.
Shaz looked up sharply and realized where her eagerness had beached her. She’d blown it this time, in spades. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said quietly. ‘I get carried away, and tact and diplomacy, they’re history. I wasn’t thinking.’ Thick git, she berated herself silently. If he’d had the therapy he would have needed after that particular nightmare, the last thing he’d want would be to expose the details to avid prurience, even if it was masquerading as legitimate scientific interest.
‘You don’t have to apologize, Shaz,’ Tony said wearily. ‘You’re right, it is a key case. The reason we won’t be covering it is that I can’t talk about it without feeling like a freak. You’ll all have to forgive me. Maybe one day you’ll catch a case that leaves you feeling the same way. For your sake, I sincerely hope not.’ He looked down at his Danish as if it were an alien artefact and pushed it to one side, appetite dead as the past was supposed to be.
Shaz wished she could rerun the tape, pick up the conversation at the point where he’d put the coffee down on her desk and there was still the possibility of using the moment to build a bridge. ‘I’m really sorry, Dr Hill,’