25

When I woke up I had that feeling you sometimes get where you don’t know where the hell you are. Well, where I was was in a beautiful king-sized bed in a darkened room. To my right, I could see the dull half-light of a winter morning peeping round the edges of long, crimson curtains. I was on my own in the bed, but there was a faint smell of perfume in the air and the noise of someone moving about coming from somewhere outside the door.

It took maybe three seconds to work everything out and remember the events of the night before. The sex had been surprisingly ferocious; either she was a very good actor (which I suppose a lot of women in her situation must be) or she’d really been enjoying herself. I preferred to think it was the latter, and was pleased with my own performance, which had been solid if very much second fiddle to that of the opposition. I guess she’d had a lot more practice than me.

I sat up in bed and looked at my watch. It was twenty past seven and my head hurt. Monday morning, the start of a new week. I wasn’t looking forward to going back to the station, and once again thoughts of jacking it all in drifted into my mind. I had the money to make a move. It was just a question of whether I had the guts.

The door opened and Carla appeared, dressed in a thin black kimono-style dressing gown, carrying two cups of coffee. She was looking six a.m. good.

‘Oh, you’re awake, then?’ she said, handing me one of the cups. ‘I thought I was going to have to pour a bucket of water over you.’

‘I’m usually a pretty heavy sleeper,’ I said, ‘and I had enough exercise yesterday to put me out until this afternoon.’

She smiled but didn’t say anything as she put her cup down on top of a chest of drawers and switched on the main light. She slipped off the dressing gown to reveal a naked body that seemed to have aged perfectly. I watched her hungrily as she slowly dressed, starting with expensive-looking black underwear.

‘It’s a pity you’ve got an early meeting,’ I told her.

‘Don’t I know it,’ she said, without looking round. ‘I’ve got a hangover from hell. Drinking at home always seems to do that to me.’

I bit the bullet. ‘Are we going to see each other again?’

She pulled on a pair of tights. ‘Look, Dennis, I don’t want to hurry anything, you know. Last night was, well, a one-off.’

‘Is that what you want it to be?’

She came over to the bed and sat down on it, facing me. ‘Remember what you came over here for: to question me about a murder in which I was a suspect. You still haven’t told me straight that I’m not one. Things happened, but that’s because we were both pretty inebriated. It’s not exactly the ideal way to start a relationship, is it?’

‘I’m not proposing marriage, Carla. It’d just be nice to see you again, that’s all.’

‘Do you know what you’re getting involved in, Dennis? I see other men. It’s not something I’m going to stop overnight, and I don’t know how easy you’ll find it to deal with that.’

‘I’m quite a liberal guy.’

‘You’re a copper.’

‘I’m a liberal copper and I had a good time last night. I got the impression you did too. It’s an experience I want to repeat, that’s all. Shit, I’d even pay for it.’ She shot me a bit of a dirty look. ‘I’m joking,’ I told her.

‘Look, I’m not trying to give you the brush-off, Dennis, but my life’s complicated. The last time I had a boyfriend, he tried to get me to change the way I live, and I’m not the sort of person who likes to be told what to do. I value my independence. And I know it sounds shallow, but after what I went through after the divorce, I value the money as well.’

I leaned over and patted her on the knee, letting my hand linger there for a moment. She didn’t, it has to be said, seem desperately interested.

‘I understand, but I’d appreciate it if we could at least pop out for a drink one night.’

She stood up and pecked me on the forehead. ‘Yes. We can do that. Give me a call some time.’

Realizing that I wasn’t going to tempt her back into bed, I got up and started putting on my crumpled clothes – clothes I was now going to have to turn up for work in.

By the time I’d located everything and put it on, Carla was at the dressing table applying the finishing touches to her face. I stopped beside her and bent down to kiss her on the head. She patted me on the hip in a way that reminded me of the way you pat a dog.

She must have seen the creases of disappointment on my face because she managed a weak smile. ‘I’m sorry, Dennis. I’m not the best person in the mornings. I take a while to get going. It’s normally lunchtime before I can get enthusiastic about anything.’

‘No problem. I understand. I’ll call you, then.’

‘Yes.’

‘Have a nice day.’ That one just slipped out, for want of something better.

I winked at her as I shut the bedroom door behind me and headed out, wondering if I’d done something wrong. Probably, although whatever it was I couldn’t for the life of me work out. But that’s women for you. Complicated and unpredictable.

Just like my days were becoming.