Into the Water(36)

The tide of guilt rose and rose and there was only one way to keep her head above it, to keep from drowning, and that was to find a reason, to point to it, to say, There. That was it. Her daughter made a senseless choice, but pockets filled with stones and hands grasping flowers: the choice had context. The context was provided by Nel Abbott.

Louise placed the black suitcase on the bed, opened the wardrobe and began to slip Katie’s clothes off their hangers: her bright T-shirts, her summer dresses, the shocking-pink hoodie she wore all last winter. Her vision blurred and she tried to think of something to stop the tears coming, she tried to find some image on which to fix her mind’s eye, and so she thought of Nel’s body, broken in the water, and she took what comfort she could from that.





Sean


I WAS ROUSED by the sound of a woman calling out, a desperate, faraway sound. I thought I must have dreamed it, but then I was jolted awake by banging, loud and close and intrusive and real. There was someone at the front door.

I dressed quickly and ran downstairs, glancing at the clock in the kitchen as I passed. It was only just after midnight – I couldn’t have been sleeping for more than half an hour. The hammering at the door persisted and I could hear a woman calling my name, a voice I knew but for a moment couldn’t place. I opened the door.

‘Do you see this?’ Louise Whittaker was shouting at me, red-faced and furious. ‘I told you, Sean! I told you there was something going on!’ The this to which she referred was an orange plastic vial, the sort you get prescription drugs in, and on the side there was a label, with a name. Danielle Abbott. ‘I told you!’ she said again, and then she burst into tears. I ushered her inside – too late. Before I closed the kitchen door I saw a light go on in the upstairs bedroom of my father’s house.

It took quite a while to understand what Louise was telling me. She was hysterical, her sentences running into each other and making no sense. I had to tease the information out of her gradually, one gulping, breathless, furious phrase at a time. They had decided at last to put the house on the market. Before viewings could start, she needed to clear out Katie’s bedroom. She wasn’t having strangers tramping through there, touching her things. She had made a start on it that afternoon. While she was packing away Katie’s clothes she had found the orange vial. She’d been removing a coat from a hanger, the green one, one of Katie’s favourites. She’d heard a rattling noise. She’d slipped her hand into the pocket and discovered the bottle of pills. She was shocked, even more so when she saw that the name on the bottle was Nel’s. She had never heard of the drug – Rimato – before, but she looked it up on the internet and discovered that it was a kind of diet pill. The pills are not legally available in the UK. Studies in the United States have linked their use to depression and suicidal thoughts.

‘You missed it!’ she cried. ‘You told me she had nothing in her blood. You said Nel Abbott had nothing to do with it. But here,’ she banged her fist on the table, making the vial jump into the air, ‘see! She was supplying my daughter with drugs, with dangerous drugs. And you let her get away with it.’

It was strange, but all the time she was saying this, attacking me, I felt relieved. Because now there was a reason. If Nel had supplied Katie with drugs, then we could point to that, and say, Look, there, that’s why it happened. That’s why a brilliant, happy young girl lost her life. That’s why two women lost their lives.

It was comforting, but it was also a lie. I knew it was a lie. ‘Her blood tests were negative, Louise,’ I said. ‘I don’t know how long this … this Rimato? I’ve no idea how long it stays in the system. We’ve no idea if this even is Rimato, but …’ I got to my feet, fetched a plastic sandwich bag from the kitchen drawer and held it out to Louise. She picked the vial up from the table and dropped it into the bag. I sealed it up. ‘We can find out.’

‘And then we’ll know,’ she said, gulping for air again.

The truth was, we wouldn’t know. Even if there were traces of a drug in her system, even if there was something that had been missed, it wouldn’t tell us anything definitive.

‘I know it’s too late,’ Louise was saying, ‘but I want this to be known. I want everyone to know what Nel Abbott did – Christ, she might have given pills to other girls … You need to speak to your wife about this – as head teacher, she should know someone’s selling this shit in her school. You need to search the lockers, you need—’

‘Louise,’ I sat down at her side, ‘slow down. Of course we’ll take this seriously – we will – but we have no way of knowing how this bottle came into Katie’s possession. It’s possible that Nel Abbott purchased the pills for her own use …’

‘And what? What are you saying? That Katie stole them? How dare you even suggest that, Sean! You knew her—’

The kitchen door rattled – it sticks, especially after rain – and flew open. It was Helen, looking dishevelled in tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt, her hair uncombed. ‘What’s going on? Louise, what’s happened?’

Louise shook her head, but said nothing. She covered her face with her hands.

I got to my feet and spoke to Helen. ‘You should go on up to bed,’ I said, keeping my voice low. ‘There’s nothing to worry about.’