Finders Keepers by Belinda Bauer Page B

which – in Jonas Holly terms – was hugely confessional.
    ‘Did you ever want children, Jonas?’ She hardly thought about the question. She asked it more to keep the conversation going than because she expected a response. Indeed, it was not an unusual question, but Jonas struggled to answer it. For a long time she thought he wasn’t going to, but finally he said ‘No.’
    ‘Did Lucy?’ she asked more carefully.
    He got up, making her jump a little.
    He walked across to the sampler, his hands dug into the pockets of his jeans. ‘Did you do it?’ he asked.
    She watched his eyes run over the cross-stitch as if seeking answers. He’d already answered
her
question by ignoring it.
    ‘My grandmother did. When she was thirteen. I think it’s lovely.’ She wasn’t supposed to express personal opinions to clients, but whatever – this was
family
.
    He stared at the sampler so long it became uncomfortable.
    ‘There was a girl kidnapped near me.’
    There was a long silence while Kate adjusted to the sudden change of subject.
    ‘That’s terrible. Do you know her?’
    ‘Maybe. I don’t remember.’
    Kate had heard ‘I don’t remember’ a lot from Jonas, too. But, unlike many of her clients, when
he
said it, it often looked as if he really
couldn’t
recall the salient detail. Still, she was always suspicious of ‘I don’t remember’, just as her ears pricked up at ‘It wasn’t my fault’ and ‘This has nothing to do with my mother.’ She let this one go.
    She was mentally couching her next question for maximum probe when Jonas carried on without prompting – again.
    ‘People hurt children,’ he said bluntly.
    Kate hesitated. She had to be careful here; they were breaking new ground. ‘Sometimes they do.’
    He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.
    ‘How does that make you feel?’ she ventured, with little expectation of a reply. Another standard, stalling question. She wasn’t sure where this was going.
    She watched his throat work as he stared at the sampler; noticed his hands ball into fists in his pockets.
    And suddenly, as surely as if she’d opened a window and felt the breeze, Kate Gulliver felt a wave of threat hit her from across the room. He was about to smash the sampler – strike it from the wall and grind it underfoot – then turn on her. She knew it in her gut. Panic rose in her like mercury, and she jerked in her seat from the sheer rush. She glanced at the door. If she had to, could she reach it before him? She didn’t think so. There was an alarm button, but it was under her desktop and Jonas Holly was between her and the desk. If she screamed would someone hear her? Would they come running? Or would it just provoke him? Would she be dead before help came? Choked and lifeless on the carpet? Her throat slashed with a shard of glass from the broken frame?
    All this flashed through her mind in the blink of an eye and left her feeling kicked in the heart.
    Then she got a grip.
    Ridiculous! She was being ridiculous. She was an experienced psychologist and Jonas was her client – a man of the law, who’d suffered a terrible loss and who needed help. Not some raving lunatic who might murder her over a bit of cross-stitch! She must be completely mad to have thought it, even for a second.
    Jonas had not moved.
    Kate almost laughed, but stopped the sound before it came out of her mouth because she thought she might appear as crazy as she felt. It was not like her to be irrational. She’d never done a single thing on impulse – always considered the consequences of every action. Now she tried to analyse where that feeling of danger had come from, how it had seized her – her physical responses to that flash of overwhelming fear.
    It made her feel better to dissect it like this, but in her belly she could still feel the terror fizzing slowly away. A seltzer of instinct. Her body insisting that this
thing
had been real.
    She concentrated on her breathing. She made