Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch Read Free Book Online

apple and pork casserole. I could see the open pot on the kitchen table and the high chair with an upturned blue and pink flowered bowl on the eating tray. Ryan had taken up a position behind his mum and now peered cautiously around her body to check we weren’t after him. A third child, who by a process of elimination had to be Mathew, aged seven, whose sandy hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, sat quietly at the table with the air of a child who had been subjected to more than reasonable punishment as specified by section 58 of the Children’s Act 2004.
    ‘Hello, Joanne,’ said Dominic.
    Joanne glared at him, noticed me and turned back to Dominic.
    ‘Who the fuck is this?’ she asked.
    ‘This is Peter,’ said Dominic. ‘He’s going to be working with Allison Cole and you.’
    ‘Where’re you from?’ she asked me.
    ‘London,’ I said, which seemed to please her.
    ‘Good,’ she said. ‘It’s about time they took this seriously. Have a seat.’
    Mathew watched me sit down with wide suspicious eyes. Joanne asked Dominic if he was staying but he made his excuses and left, though not before giving me a surreptitious thumbs up from the door.
    ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ asked Joanne.
    ‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘I’ll make it, if you like?’
    ‘God, no,’ she said and thrust Ethan into my arms. ‘But if you can deal with the monster I’d appreciate it.’
    I may be an only child, but I’ve got a lot of cousins. And their parents shared my mum’s conviction that once you’re big enough to pick up a toddler unaided, you’re big enough to babysit while the adults drink tea and discuss the important issues of the day. Ethan gave a startled yelp as I plonked him on my lap, his overheated pink face unclenching as curiosity got the better of his upset. There was kitchen roll on the table. I grabbed a couple of sheets and wiped most of the food off his face. He was a sturdy little boy and a bit heavy to be hanging off his mum’s hip. I wondered if he was catching the vibe from the adults around him.
    ‘Have you got anyone who can help out?’ I asked. ‘Family?’
    Joanne looked up from the sink where she was triaging the washing up.
    ‘Lots of family,’ she said. ‘If you’d been here earlier you’d have been tripping over them. They were very keen to help, so keen that I had to get rid of them – at least for a bit.’
    I watched as she paused in front of the kitchen cupboard and nervously tapped her finger on the counter.
    ‘Mummy,’ said Ryan, tugging at her leg.
    ‘Shut up,’ she told him. ‘I’m trying to remember what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing. Tea, right?’
    ‘Or coffee, if that’s easier.’
    ‘Which one?’ asked Joanne testily.
    ‘Coffee,’ I said.
    ‘Can I have coffee too?’ asked Mathew.
    Which meant that Ryan wanted coffee as well, but in the end they both settled for a can of Coke each and a couple of mini Swiss rolls – the nation’s parental bribe of choice. I did my part by bouncing Ethan up and down and making weird noises until he was too confused to be upset. By the time my cup of own-brand instant was plonked down in front of me, Ryan and Mathew had wandered off into the adjacent living room to watch cartoons. Joanne slumped down in the chair across the table from me and put her face in her hands.
    ‘Jesus,’ she said.
    Ethan burped ominously and I stopped jiggling him, just in case. There are limits to the sacrifices I’m willing to make in the name of community policing.
    ‘When’s your husband getting back?’ I asked.
    Joanne raised her head and sighed.
    ‘He won’t be back until it’s dark,’ she said. ‘They’ll probably have to drag him back – he can’t sit around waiting, he’d go mad.’
    ‘What about you?’
    ‘I don’t have any choice there, do I?’ she said. ‘Vicky asked if I wanted to wait it out at her house. I mean it wasn’t like she was going to come down and “wait it out” here, was it? Have you