Page 113 of Dying Truth

‘The Library?’ Dawson asked, as Geoffrey just caught the exercise book before it slipped from his knees.

He shook his head. ‘I like it here,’ he said.

Dawson thought he could understand why. Students and teachers were moving back and forth through the space, all going somewhere else, all focused on what they were heading towards. No one even glanced in their direction.

Dawson smiled. ‘Jeez, you remind me of me,’ he said.

Geoffrey looked at him disbelievingly. ‘No, I don’t think…’

‘I was in my fourth year of high school, fifteen, and I weighed sixteen stone,’ he said, recalling the day he’d seen the scales hit that particular marker.

Geoffrey guffawed and for the first time looked like the twelve-year-old boy he was. ‘No way.’

‘Honest,’ he admitted. ‘I liked my food. A lot. My mum wasn’t one for healthy cooking, and I didn’t much like exercise.’

‘How’d you get like this?’ Geoffrey asked.

‘I realised I wasn’t happy with me. Some rougher kids befriended me, and I was grateful, but they only did it because they were planning on doing something bad and knew I’d be the one that got caught. I couldn’t run as fast as they could.’

‘And did you get caught?’

‘Oh yeah,’ Dawson said. But his memories were not of the police or even his parents. They were still of the poor old woman that fell to the ground when the rest of the group ran off with her handbag.

‘So, what did you do, stop eating?’ Geoffrey asked, dolefully.

Dawson smiled. Food had been his best friend too. ‘No, I started going to the gym. I decided I wanted to change my body for me. Not because of other people but because I wanted to get fitter. I wanted to be able to do more before getting out of breath or starting to sweat. But I did it for me, Geoffrey. Not for some idiots who thought it was funny to call me names.’

‘What were the teachers like at your school?’ Geoffrey asked.

Not like Havers, he almost said. ‘Some were okay, some were crap.’

‘Did they make fun of you, too?’

The question hit him somewhere in the gut.

‘Not intentionally,’ he said, honestly. ‘But they sometimes left me out of stuff, assumed I couldn’t do it because of my size. That hurt a bit.’

‘I wish Havers would leave me out,’ Geoffrey said.

He didn’t like the guy but he had a job to do. ‘He has to involve you in the lessons, mate,’ Dawson said, surprised to find himself defending the man.

Geoffrey shook his head. ‘Not the lessons. I get that. He’s chosen me to ring the bell on Saturday night.’

‘Ring the bell?’ Dawson asked.

‘At the gala that’s now a memorial service. The bell rings three times to signal the opening of the show.’

‘And Havers has asked you to do it?’ Dawson asked. Seemed like a bit of an honour to be asked, and he’d thought Havers didn’t like Geoffrey that much.

‘Yes, he said the hundred-and-fifty-step climb will shed a few ounces.’

Dawson had to clench his fist. He should have known.

There was so much he wanted to say to this kid about the man being a total dick and not even worth his time but once this investigation was over he would leave and never see Havers again. Geoffrey would not.

‘I don’t cry, you know,’ he said, quietly. ‘Not any more.’

Dawson felt something cracking inside him. He said nothing.