The Affectionate Player - Part2

Chapter 22

So his and Melody's home will remain in trust for our babies in turn forcing Max to continue working. I can't help but feel hurt. What's the point of it all? What's the purpose of being asset rich cash poor when there are so many other options for us? But I'll have no say. It's his house, not mine. His plan, not mine. This decision leaves him no choice if he's to ensure a constant supply of income from it and as an ex private banker, I know this.

Entering the lounge I note Max has opened some wine and taking a glass I perch myself in the window seat. It's still daylight allowing me to sit thoughtfully as I watch the runners and walkers who have chosen the scenic route to the park from the direction of Ladbroke Grove.

"I'm going to contact Steve. Do you want to stay for the call?"

"Yes, please." I sigh smile knowing there's no reason in arguing any further. He sits beside me positioning the phone to his ear waiting for an answer.

"Steve. It's Max. Are you free to talk?" Signalling with a nod Max tells me that he is and setting the phone between us he touches the screen.

"Steve, I have Gracie with me and I've placed you on loud speaker."

"No probs. Hey, Gracie. You well?"

"Yes, thanks. And you?"

"Tickety boo. What's the urgency, Max?"

"We need an update from your team, Steve."

"Err...okay. Sure. "

"What's going on with Jonny? Do you still have surveillance here?"

WTH? Hadn't that finished?

"Right. Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. We've had to pull the unit. Cost cutting, you know how it is, Max."

"Since when?" Max's tone shifts, his face etched with concern...and fear.

"I had a call from my superior late on Friday afternoon. She told me to wrap it up this weekend seeing as how things have settled down."

"Settled down? He's still out there, isn't he?!" Max bites, trailing his fingers through his hair. "You didn't think to let me know?"

"Max, please. I phoned Friday teatime after I was notified and was redirected to your Italian mobile. I left a message and asked you to call me."

"Shit! I didn't get the message, Steve. I gave it back to the crew before I left on Friday afternoon."

"We've still got a few days before the team finishes but as it is Jonny hasn't been sighted in since the kidnapping. The unit was in place in the event that he'd return in those early days and if I'm honest, you've had protection for much longer than was initially agreed. I had to fight tooth and nail to get you what I did."

"I know. I'm sorry. You've tried your best."

"I swear, I have."

"What of Dr Peel?"

"We're still digging. She knows much more than she's letting on. It's just a matter of time."

"So where does this leave us? Can't I pay the force for a unit?"

"You know it doesn't work that way at the Met, Max. I'm sorry but we just can't spare anyone. Too many fucking criminals out there. Sorry, Gracie."

"I understand, Steve." I acquiesce, joining the conversation again. "Just feels like sometimes our lives are on hold. Every time we make plans something tends to push us back ten paces."

"That's natural after the shock you had. Well hey, if it makes you all feel safer then maybe you should consider the private company I recommended to Max. The guy who runs it, Malcolm, is an ex-cop and old friend. I can send you his number if you like."