Swimmer
“She was sitting in the corner of the café with a glass of mineral water, staring out of the window, and it was only when Jim walked right up to her table that she lifted her eyes, and focused them, and gave him the faintest suggestion of a smile.
‘Well, well. Jennie Bauer.’ ‘Jennie Oppenheimer these days.’ Jim sat down, and ordered a Coors. ‘What happened to your son … that was terrible. I had some friends in San Fernando who lost their daughter in their pool. Tragic.’ ‘You mean that she was de...liberately drowned, like Mikey?’ Jim sat back in his chair and looked at her in just the same narrow-eyed way that he looked at all of his students when they flew off on some over-imaginative tangent. ‘You saw the bushes move, and you saw some wet footprints beside the pool?’ ‘Somebody was there, Mr Rook. Somebody or something. I could feel it. It was cold. It was very evil. And I swear to God I’m not making this up.’ Jim’s Coors arrived, in a ridiculously tall, frosted glass.MoreLess
‘Well, well. Jennie Bauer.’ ‘Jennie Oppenheimer these days.’ Jim sat down, and ordered a Coors. ‘What happened to your son … that was terrible. I had some friends in San Fernando who lost their daughter in their pool. Tragic.’ ‘You mean that she was de...liberately drowned, like Mikey?’ Jim sat back in his chair and looked at her in just the same narrow-eyed way that he looked at all of his students when they flew off on some over-imaginative tangent. ‘You saw the bushes move, and you saw some wet footprints beside the pool?’ ‘Somebody was there, Mr Rook. Somebody or something. I could feel it. It was cold. It was very evil. And I swear to God I’m not making this up.’ Jim’s Coors arrived, in a ridiculously tall, frosted glass.MoreLess
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