Death Row - Mark Pearson [39]
Sally, a puzzled look on her face, gestured towards the doctor. ‘I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind me asking but …’
‘Why me?’ said Mary.
‘Well, yes – why were you involved?’
‘Mary’s a child psychiatrist, Sally,’ said Delaney.
‘When Gloria was taken from the car she clung onto Jack,’ Mary explained. ‘She screamed whenever he put her down, wouldn’t let anyone near her. He cleared it to bring her to me. I had done a lot of work with the police in the past. Working with child victims. Helping those without a voice to have one.’
‘It took me about six months to find mine again, apparently,’ said Gloria.
‘And you still have no memory of who you are?’
Gloria shook her head. ‘Were,’ she said pointedly. ‘No. And in some ways that’s how I want it. This man coming back into my life …’ She stopped, blinking back tears, unable to continue the thought.
‘It’s okay, Gloria,’ said Delaney.
‘But it’s not okay, is it?’ she said, clearly distressed. ‘What if I do remember? What if I remember who I was, what happened to me? What if I can’t deal with it? What then?’
‘Then we’ll be here to help,’ said Mary softly, the warm Irish lit to her voice becoming more pronounced.
‘I know.’ Gloria sniffed and sat up straighter. ‘In some ways I want to know. In some ways I hope I never will.’
‘Is there anything you can remember from your dreams?’ Jack asked.
Gloria closed her eyes, concentrating. ‘There are sounds. Music. A song I can almost hear it but every time I think I have it … it slips away. It’s like trying to catch mist in your hand.’
‘Don’t try so hard,’ said Mary. ‘When you are ready it will come back to you.’
Gloria opened her eyes. ‘And I hear voices. At least two of them. Sometimes it seems like more.’
‘Both male?’ asked Delaney.
‘Sometimes, yes, I think so. One of them has a higher pitch.’ She shook her head, frustrated. ‘I just don’t know.’
Delaney pulled a Dictaphone from his pocket and looked to his cousin for approval. She gave him a small nod. Delaney held the Dictaphone forward and pushed the play button. Garnier’s voice filled the room, tainting it.
‘See, both you and I know that the world is made of chaos, not order, and there is an imperative in the human psyche either to embrace that chaos or to try and tame it. The first is irrelevant and the second is a fool’s errand. God knows that. The God of the Old Testament. Our existences are scattered fragments of meaning. You try to fit the shapes together, resolve the randomness of things, like a jigsaw puzzle building bit by bit to make a perfect picture. You have to get each piece in order to make sense of the world, don’t you? Like that perfect portrait of Christ and his disciples on the jigsaw your mother bought for you when you were seven years old.’
‘Turn it off!’ Gloria almost screamed, tears prickling into her eyes as she drew in deep gulps of air.
Mary moved to sit beside her on the sofa, cradling her head into her body and patting her back softly. ‘It’s all right, Gloria. You don’t have to listen to any more. Just take some deep breaths.’
Delaney stood up and walked out of the room. After a few moments he came back with a glass of water. ‘Here you go, Gloria. Drink this.’
Gloria took the glass from him. ‘Thanks.’ She took a few sips. ‘I’m okay now. I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine,’ she repeated as if just by saying it she could make it true.
Delaney sat down again, put his hands flat on his knees and leaned forward, his expression apologising for asking the question.
‘Was it him?’
Gloria took another sip of her water and looked back at him. ‘I don’t know, Jack. I’m sorry.’
‘You have nothing to be sorry for.’
‘That’s just it, though, isn’t it?’ said Gloria. ‘I might have everything to be sorry for.’
Delaney nodded.
‘And what about that poor kid who’s been taken? What has that got to do with him? What’s it got to do with me?’ Her voice trembled.
‘It’s got nothing to do with you, sweetheart. You’re safe. No one knows who you are. No one knows where