Doris was taciturn. The set of her mouth was grim, almost disgusted. He set a brush to the pan, scoured it of its ghostly outlines of fish. He’s seen too much, she said. No question. The weight of it, she said. You can see it on him. Keely didn’t know what to say. You know why I can’t give her money. She’s not asking you for it. Neither am I. Keely scrubbed the pan until it glowed. He hadn’t been completely forthcoming with Doris. He’d been vague about the threat to Kai. And she was right, he hadn’t witnessed it. Not that he didn’t believe Gemma. She was scared. It was natural she’d be afraid for the kid. In her position you’d take any sidelong leer as a threat, wouldn’t you? But he hadn’t wanted to send Doris into overdrive right from the outset. He also needed to process what was happening, get his mind into gear.
