Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1647

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1647
by Angharad

Copyright © 2012 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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Tempted, though I was to poison Simon’s fish, I decided against it–I might need him to babysit. So about forty minutes later we had baked salmon with new potatoes dripping with butter–actually, it was low fat stuff–and a green salad which included chopped spring onions and chives. Simon and Tom grumbled–perhaps their colons don’t need roughage but mine certainly does, and I’m the cook.

After dinner, Henry phoned to say Jacquie was on her way home and he’d just wined and dined her. I had some questions for her–sadly. Ones which wouldn’t be pleasant for her to answer but I needed confirmation of the two names I had.

Simon and I were chatting with Stella and Daddy, Julie was in the bath prior to going out and the kids were watching telly. “So who are these two monsters, then?” demanded Simon.

“What monsters?” I had no idea what he was talking about.

“The two who abused Jacquie,” he rolled his eyes and I clenched my fists instead of saying something I might regret.

“The priest was Fr Daniel Donleavy, the doctor was, Dr Dennis O’Connor.”

“Do we know anything about them beyond their names?” asked Simon.

“No, other than they were at the unit at the same time as Jacquie.”

“Do we know where they are now?” asked Stella.

“Not as yet, Jim is working on it.”

“Are they still alive?” Simon asked a reasonable question.

“No, I know nothing other than the names–age or anything else is yet to be discovered.”

“Isn’t there a copy of the Medical Directory in the local reference library?”

“There’s probably one online, somewhere?” Simon answered his sister’s question.

“If there was, I suspect Jim will find it, of course, he might not be practising any longer,” I mused.

“It’s only seven or eight years ago,” Simon challenged, “So unless he was elderly, isn’t he likely to need to make a living.”

“Why don’t ye jes’ wait until Jacquie comes hame?” I’d almost forgotten that Daddy was here he was so quiet.

“Tea, anyone?” I decided to busy myself.

“Yes, I’ll help you make it,” Stella followed me to the kettle. “He’s a bit crabby today,” she remarked about Tom.

“I think he’s tired.”

“I’m awa’ tae ma study,” Tom rose and left the kitchen presumably to have a glass of whisky. Simon reached for the bottle of wine and poured the remnants of it into his glass.

There was very little so he asked for a cuppa. Stella and I carried them back to the table. He thanked me for his, then added, “If we assume these are the correct names and we find the characters using them, what d’we do next?”

“I’ve got Jim looking for evidence, if there are any other victims of their abuse, it might make life easier.”

“How do we do that?” he asked.

“We don’t, Jim does. If you want to help, you can contribute to his fees, it’s time consuming stuff, looking through records, especially ones he’s not supposed to have access to.”

“Ah, good old bribery and corruption–okay, I’ll split the bill with you. If we get evidence we do what–go to the police?”

“Yes, if they’re not interested we ask Jason about a private case for damages.” I was now looking at a mental list of processes we could follow.

“Aren’t you both forgetting one thing?” Stella said putting her mug down on the table. “Doesn’t this depend upon Jacquie wanting to prosecute these two–she might have to deal with media interest and not consider it’s worthwhile.”

“Yes, I was assuming she’d want to go after them, she might not.” I heard a car pull up into the drive–we were still waiting for parts to repair the gates. I looked out of the window and Jacquie was walking towards the door. The car beeped and drove off.
“Hello,” she said giving me a big hug, “Henry is absolutely lovely, so is Monica.”

“Have you been up in Hampstead, then?”

“Um, and the cook, she’s wonderful–taught me how to make pastry.”

“You heard the news?” I asked her.

“Yes, thank you for dealing with that crazy copper.”

“That’s okay, did you hear that Micky was his son?”

“No I didn’t–oh, no wonder he was so awful. How sad.”

“Yes, it is but that was no reason for him to set you up like he did. Anyway, he can’t hurt you anymore.”

“He’s not dead is he?” she looked shocked.

“No, he’s under investigation and they have loads to go on.”

I made her a cup of tea, and she sat next to Simon. “So you enjoyed yourself at the family home, then?” he asked her.

“Oh yeah, it was brilliant, Monica took me out clothes shopping, and Henry took us out for dinner to a wonderful restaurant–I had a fab time.”

“Tell me,” he continued, and I had a feeling I knew what was coming, “do you remember the name of the priest who assaulted you and the doctor who performed the operation?”

“Why?” she asked and looked very anxious.

“Because we’d like to help bring a prosecution against both of them.”

“I hate them,” she said burst into tears and ran upstairs, leaving me holding her mug of tea as she went past.

“Well done, Si,” Stella shook her head.

“What did I do wrong?” he asked shrugging.

“You could have been a bit more gentle–she’s only just come back from hiding from oppression and you walk straight into it with your size twelve boots.”

“Oh c’mon, she’s had a wonderful time, Dad and Monica have spoilt her to death.”

“So couldn’t you have let her have one more night of indulgence.”

“We need to find these bastards so they don’t touch anyone else ever again.” He stood up in disgust, “What is it with you women? You claim men are the weaker sex–the human race would have died out with Adam if men had to have babies–and all that shit, then just run off in tears as soon as the pressure’s on?”

I didn’t wait for Stella’s response, I went up the stairs after Jacquie, still clutching the mug of tea. I knocked and entered her room, she was sitting on her bed weeping, her face in her hands. I placed the tea on the bedside cupboard.

“I don’t want to see them again, Mummy, they did horrible things to me–I’m frightened of them–I hate them.” I sat beside her and put my arm round her and she sobbed on my shoulder.

“If you don’t want to face them, you don’t have to. Simon was a bit heavy handed but he wants to clear your name and prosecute those who abused you. He wants to help, Jacquie.”

“I don’t want anything to do with it, it frightens me, Mummy–I don’t want them near me ever again.”

“Okay, darling–I’ll tell him.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t bear to see either of them ever again–I’d rather die.”

“Now, now, I thought we had an arrangement about such things.”

“I’d kill myself before I’d let them near me again, I mean it, Mummy, I will.”

“Message received loud and clear, sweetheart, now drink your tea and have an early night.”

“They won’t come here, will they?” she looked terrified.

“Who, sweetheart?”

“Those men, they won’t find me, will they?”

“No they won’t and besides, you have Simon and me here to protect you–but I suspect they’re probably more afraid of you at the moment.”

“I doubt it,” she said quietly and shuddered.

“Promise me you won’t do anything, and I’ll promise to protect you.”

She gave me a strange staring glance and nodded.

“Is that a promise, Jacquie?”

“Yes,” she sighed and nodded again.

“And I promise to do all I can to protect you from those men.”

“Thank you, Mummy.” She hugged me.

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