flag that Ulrike now admitted she should have noted, it was nothing compared to the insidious side of him that had been revealed with the unexpected advent in Elephant and Castle of two of the board members, not to mention the questions they had asked upon their arrival. So Neil was going to revel in the chance to tar her with a brush he'd no doubt been dipping in pitch since the first time she'd looked at him sideways.
Then there was Jack. The whole what-had-she-been-thinking of Jack. Her errors with Jack didn't have to do with trotting off to talk to his landlady aunt, however. They had more to do with giving him a paid position at Colossus in the first place. Oh yes, that was supposed to be the whole theory about the organisation: to build the sense of self in malefactors till they didn't have to malefact any longer. But she'd let fall by the wayside a critical piece of knowledge that she'd always possessed about individuals like Jack. They didn't take kindly to others' suspicions about them, and they were especially nasty when it came to the idea-however mistaken-that someone had grassed them up or was considering doing so. So Jack would be looking for payback, and he'd get it. He wouldn't be able to think things through to the point of understanding how taking part in the facilitation of her demise at Colossus might come back and bite him in the arse once a replacement for her was found.
Griff Strong, on the other hand, understood that only too well. He would do what it took to preserve his position in the organisation, and if that meant making ostensibly reluctant allegations of sexual harassment from a female superior who couldn't keep her hands off his delectable albeit married and oh-so-hesitant body, then that was what he would do. So what Neil Greenham planted in the minds of the board of trustees and what Jack Veness watered, Griff would cultivate. He'd wear that blasted fisherman's sweater for the interview, as well. If he told himself anything, he would list the reasons why they'd come to a situation of every man for himself. Arabella and Tatiana would top that list. "Rike, you know I've got personal responsibilities. You always knew that."
The only person Ulrike could come up with who might speak up in support of her was Robbie Kilfoyle, and that was merely because as a volunteer and not a paid employee, he'd have to be careful when interviewed. He'd have to walk a fine line of neutrality because he'd have no other way to protect his future and move himself along in the direction he wanted, which was paid employment. He couldn't want to deliver sandwiches for the rest of his life, could he? But he had to be positioned, had Rob. He had to see himself as a player on her team and no one else's.
She went in search of him. It was late in the day. She didn't check the time, but the darkness outside and the emptiness of the building told her it was long after six and probably closer to eight. Robbie often worked later into the evenings, putting things back in order. There was a good chance he was still in the back somewhere, but if he wasn't, she was determined to track him down.
He was nowhere in the building, however. The kit room was compulsively neat-something to compliment Rob on when she saw him, Ulrike thought-and surgery could have been performed in the practice kitchen so tidy was it. The computer lab had been seen to as well, as had the assessment meeting room. Rob's careful marks were evident everywhere.
Rational thought told Ulrike to wait till the next afternoon to speak to Robbie. He would turn up round half past two as always, and she could thank him and forge a bond with him then. But anxiety suggested she start forging straightaway, so she looked up Rob's phone number and rang his house. If he wasn't there, she reckoned, she could leave a message with his dad.
But the double ringing went on and on. Ulrike listened to it for a good two minutes before she rang off and went on to plan B.
She was, of course, flying by the seat of her jeans, and she knew it. But the part of her that was saying, Relax, go home, have a bath, drink some wine, you can do all this tomorrow was outshouted