‘No. I hated him. I was using him.’
But she stared at the counter as she said this and I wasn’t sure if I believed her.
‘What about Gabriel?’ I asked. ‘Are you happy he’s dead?’
‘Oh yes. That gave me great pleasure.’
‘Even though he never faced justice?’
She scoffed. ‘There isn’t enough justice in the world. I told you ... the way he treated women. The things he made us do. All of us.’ She stared out at the ocean. ‘I hope he felt those bullets. I hope it hurt.’
My phone, which was lying on the counter, lit up. A message from Ruth. She was a little earlier than expected.
I’m home. Can you open Fort Knox?
I went to the door and let her in, and said, ‘We’ve got a visitor.’
Eden had followed me out to the hallway. The two women stood facing each other for a moment, and then Ruth said, ‘Is it time?’
‘It is,’ Eden replied.
Ruth nodded. She was acting like someone who had just been delivered news she’d been expecting for a long time. News that required action.
I looked from one of them to the other. ‘What are you talking about?’
Ruth walked into the kitchen. She reached into a top cupboard and took down a bottle of gin. She poured some into a glass and knocked it back, then refilled the glass. She poured a glass for Eden too.
‘Want some?’ she said to me.
I stared at her.
‘Suit yourself.’
‘Ruth, what’s going on?’ I said.
She sat down at the counter, where Eden had been sitting. Eden stood close by, waiting expectantly. Ruth downed another mouthful of gin.
‘I made her a promise,’ she said to me. ‘When I was tied to Gabriel’s bed.’
I remembered what she’d said about promising to help Eden.
She swivelled on the stool towards Eden. ‘And anyway, I want to do it.’ Her eyes shone. ‘I really want to do it.’
‘Do what?’ I asked.
‘You tell him,’ Ruth said to Eden.
Eden smiled. She was jiggling from foot to foot with barely suppressed excitement. ‘We’re starting our own network,’ she said.
I waited for them to laugh.
I kept waiting.
‘Very funny.’
‘It’s not a joke, Adam. I’m serious.’
‘She’s deadly serious,’ said Ruth.