Chapters (45)
- The Man With No Face
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- Title
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- INTRODUCTION
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The doorbell rang and brought a sudden tension crashing into their world. They exchanged glances and her eyes said, Don’t answer. He sighed and turned away so that he did not have to see them. He placed his mug on the work surface and went out into the hall.
He felt something like relief when he opened the door to find Sally standing smiling uncertainly. But there remained a residue of annoyance at the intrusion. ‘What is it?’
The smile left her face and it coloured with anger. ‘I came to apologize,’ she said coldly. ‘For being short with you on the phone last night. But now I don’t think I’ll bother.’ She turned quickly and Bannerman grabbed her arm.
‘I’m sorry. I’ve got company.’
Her eyes flashed with a strange dark emotion. ‘I see. I’ll not disturb you then.’
Bannerman held on to her arm. ‘Not that kind of company.’ He opened the door wide for her. ‘Tania’s here. She was waiting on the landing when I got back last night.’
All of Sally’s antagonism dissolved. ‘Is she all right?’
‘Come and see.’
When they went into the living room Tania was standing at the kitchen door cradling her mug.
‘Hello,’ Sally said. ‘I see you two have made friends.’
Tania stared at her impassively and Bannerman wondered if she resented Sally’s presence. He took the mug from her hands and laid it on the table, then he crouched down and took her hand in his.
‘Listen, little one. The whole world isn’t against you. Even if sometimes it seems that way. We all need a bit of courage to deal with the things life throws at us. But you have to start by trusting the people who love you.’ She stared back at him, her face a blank mask. Impossible to know what was going on behind it. Bannerman stood up. He glanced at Sally and wondered if she’d thought his words were meant for her, too. ‘How about we all go for a walk?’
*
It was a day full of promise, the sun pale and round in the washed-out blue of the sky above the city. The air was crisp and so cold it stung your eyes and made them water.
The three of them walked briskly to keep warm, wrapped in coats and scarves. Along the Rue de Commerce and into the Rue Belliard. They crossed the Boulevard du Régent where the road shone wet with the salt, and the traffic threw up a spray of black slush. Down Lambermont and into the Parc de Bruxelles. The seeds of happiness lay in them all. But lost in the darkness, where they would have trouble germinating.