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others.”
“Church matters. What would they be exactly?”
“The reverend wanted Tom to be an altar boy, but he was worried that word would get out, and that he’d be bullied at school for it.”
“I see,” said Lennox, brushing his hand over the top of his head, intertwining his hair through his fingers.
“Mr Dolby, I read your son’s notebooks and he seemed to be quite an angry boy.” Wednesday looked directly at him and tilted her head. “Do you have any idea what that was about?”
“Just teenage angst, I imagine. I don’t know what he had to be angry about.”
The nineteen fifties style home for starters, thought Lennox to himself. Wednesday seemed to hear his words and chastised him with her eyes.
“Did you or your wife have many arguments with Tom?” she asked.
“No more than any other parent I shouldn’t think. Why, are you accusing me or my wife of killing our son?” His voice vibrated with an undertone of anger.
Wednesday stuck her hands out with the palms down, indicating the need for calm. “Mr Dolby, we sometimes have to ask painful and difficult questions, it’s part of our job. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”
Dolby slumped into a kitchen chair and buried his head in his hands. “I just want this intense pain to go away. I feel so powerless.”
Lennox tapped his foot lightly. “Mr Dolby, can you think of any incident where Tom complained of being bullied, harassed, or frightened by someone in or out of school?”
Dolby shook his head, and spoke into his hands, muffling his words. “Although my wife doesn’t want to admit it, he had changed somewhat. He was less . . .” he searched for the right word. “He was less affectionate towards us.”
Lennox thought the word “affectionate” was an odd way to describe a teenage boy. Even his parents, who were both psychologists, never referred to teenage boys in such terms. He remembered many intellectual arguments between his parents. His mother took a systemic viewpoint, whereas his father preferred the Jungian standpoint.
“Would you like the FLO, Janice, to come and stay with you? She would be someone to talk to whilst your wife is sedated.”
Dolby shook his head slowly. Lennox tried to hide his disappointment. Parker may have got more information out of him.
The detectives showed themselves out and headed back to the car.
They had only reached the end of the road when a call for assistance came in from DS Arlow. They were in a potentially volatile situation with an aggressive Des Wright. Wednesday radioed in that they were close by and on their way. Lennox put his foot down.

Chapter Five
 
Approaching the front door, they heard Des Wright’s enraged voice bellowing at the officers. Lennox decided that knocking first was not a pre-requisite, so they marched straight in to find the commotion coming from the kitchen. The sound of splintering wood ripped through the air.
Both Wednesday and Lennox braced themselves. To Wednesday’s surprise, Lennox’s voice became the dominate force in the house.
“Mr Wright, what exactly is going on here?”
“What the fuck? How many more of you are needed to take me away?” His face was puce and spittle gathered at the corners of his mouth.
“I’d rather not waste my time taking you anywhere, unless you’ve hurt an officer,” Lennox replied in an even tone as he glanced around to check on his colleagues. Everyone appeared fine albeit on high alert. Stillness descended on the group while an electric tension coursed through the air. Broken pieces of chair lay scattered around the floor.
“These fuckers think I’ve done something to Darren,” he blasted, pointing at Arlow and Damlish with a nicotine stained finger. “Just because I said I didn’t care for him much and because of these bruises,” he pointed to under his chin and his hands, “which I got outside the bloody pub.” His face glistened and his eyes darted from one officer to another.
Wednesday and Lennox noticed green and