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She takes a careful look round first. The detective thinks he’s being clever, posing as an ordinary shopper but she sees him straight away. What ‘ordinary’ business man would really spend such a long time trying to choose a baby’s outfit.
She tries to see who he’s got his eyes on. Can’t be her, otherwise he’d be over here where he could see her actually picking up the goods. And it’s then she sees the young mother with the crying toddler in the buggy. She’s done that one before, stuffing goods into the pleats of the rain hood for a laugh, but this one looks as if she’s doing it from real need. The woman’s face is pinched and tired; she’s not even bothering to try to stop her kid sniveling. Bastard detective. Couldn’t he just turn the other way for once, it’s not as if the shop couldn’t afford it. Look at the prices they charge, the jewelry dripping off the shop assistants, the softness of the carpet.
She takes another look at the young mum. She could go over and try to warn her, but time’s short and Kenny’s waiting. She can just imagine his reaction if she came back empty-handed, polishing her halo.
The scarves are light and floating, and in a reverse motion of a conjuror’s trick she waves her arms and watches the bright jewel colours slip up her sleeve. She wants to curtsey in anticipation of applause but when she looks round to see if anyone’s watching, she sees instead the detective walking purposefully toward the mother. She exits quickly, not wanting to catch the inevitable consequences.
In the café Kenny’s stirring his coffee impatiently, barely looking up, not even when a silk rainbow start falling out of her hands and onto the table.