He’d had a bad night with Toby who’d started wetting the bed again following his discovery of Bradley Thompson’s body. This was accompanied by a lot of crying and only Daddy could comfort him. That meant that Jeff hadn’t had much sleep and when Rebecca arrived at the house she could see it in his eyes straight away.
‘You look done in’ she said.
Jeff wiped his eyes. ‘I am’.
‘Toby?’
‘Yeah’ said Jeff moving closer to her in the hallway and lowering his voice to a whisper. ‘He’s in the kitchen with Brendan at the moment. He’s not showing any signs of getting better’.
‘Have you thought about taking him to see the doctor?’
‘Yeah I’m going to take him tomorrow if there’s still no improvement’.
Toby then walked into the hallway still in his pyjamas and dressing gown crying his little heart out. ‘Don’t go, daddy’.
Jeff leaned down and picked him up in his arms. ‘Oh Tiger, Daddy has got to go to work. But Brendan will be here and your Aunty Annabel too once she’s finished in the bathroom’.
‘Where’s Kyle going?’
‘Did I forget him? I’m a silly Daddy. He’s in bed at the moment but he’ll be down to play with you soon. And I’ll be home as soon as I can, mate. Until then I need you to be strong and you know that Daddy loves you so very much’.
Toby nodded his head and it broke Rebecca’s heart to see the little one’s tear stained face.
‘That’s my boy’ said Jeff who then kissed Toby and handed him into Brendan’s open arms.
‘Come on, pal’ said Brendan. ‘Let’s finish off your breakfast and get you dressed’.
Jeff was silent as he closed the front door. Rebecca felt somewhat awkward like she had done inside too. If she was going to be Jeff’s girlfriend then she should be helping him with Toby. But neither Toby nor Jeff had made any move to include her in their little world of sorrow and pain. She was going to be patient but she didn’t want to remain an outsider forever. She wanted to be part of Jeff’s life and that meant being there for Toby too.
‘I want to help you, Jeff’ said Rebecca. ‘With Toby I mean?’
‘I know’ said Jeff who was holding back his emotions. The last thing he needed was to be pressured at this moment in time. ‘I know’.
Before they tried to make their way through the baying crowd they almost bumped right into Debbie Mitchell as she was leaving for work. She couldn’t help but take a swipe at Lucy Thompson before getting into her car.
‘How long is this going to go on for, Jeff?’ she asked.
‘Good morning to you too, Debbie’ said Jeff.
‘Yes, yes all of that but these aren’t exactly normal circumstances’ she pleaded. ‘It really is lowering the tone of the neighbourhood having all these people here all the time. And none of it can be easy for your little Toby. It can’t be helping him get better. Not to mention the fact that we’ve all been interviews by your colleagues as if we’re common criminals’.
‘It wouldn’t be like that, Debbie’.
‘Well that’s what it felt like, Jeff. You ask anybody and you see, I don’t want this to reflect badly on you. That really wouldn’t be fair’.
‘Do you think it’s fair that all these vultures should be trying to tear strips off Lucy when she’s grieving for her son?’
‘She made her bed long ago Jeff, as well you now know, and my contempt for her is beyond measure’.
‘I understand the personal aspect of this for you, Debbie, I really do. It’s all a real mess. But Lucy’s son has been murdered. Doesn’t that make any difference to the way you feel?’
‘Not when the father of that son could’ve been my husband’ said Debbie indignantly and then noting the look on Jeff’s face. ‘Oh hasn’t she told you that little bit yet? Funny that. Gary couldn’t conceal his suspicions any longer but then cowards always own up to their bastard children once they no longer have to be responsible for them. Apparently he