Weaveworld

4

The minutes ticked by. The question came around and around, as if on a carousel. It was apparent from Hobart’s probing that he’d spoken at length with Shadwell, so outright denials from Cal were fruitless. He was obliged to tell what little part of the truth he could. Yes, he did know a woman called Suzanna Parrish. No, he knew nothing of her personal history, nor had she spoken of her political affiliations. Yes, he had seen her in the last twenty-four hours. No, he did not know where she was now.

As he answered the questions he tried not to think of her waiting for him at the river; waiting and not finding him and going away. But the more he tried to put the thought from his head, the more it returned.

‘Restless, Mooney?’

‘I’m a little hot, that’s all.’

‘Got an appointment to keep, have you?’

‘No.’

‘Where is she, Mooney?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘There’s no sense in protecting her. She’s the worst filth, Mooney. Believe me. I’ve seen what she can do. Things you wouldn’t believe. Makes my stomach turn over to think of it.’

He spoke with complete conviction. Cal didn’t doubt that he meant all he said.

‘What are you, Mooney?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Are you my friend or my enemy? There’s no middle way, you see. No maybe. Friend or enemy. Which?’

‘I’ve done nothing against the law.’

‘I’ll be the one to decide that,’ said Hobart. ‘I know the Law. I know it and love it. And I won’t have it spat on, Mooney. Not by you or anybody.’ He took a breath. Then stated: ‘You’re a liar. Mooney. I don’t know how deep you’re in this, or why, but I do know you’re a liar.’ A pause. Then: ‘So we’ll start over again, shall we?’

‘I’ve told you everything I know.’

‘We’ll start from the beginning. How did you meet the terrorist Suzanna Parrish?’