hassle theyâd had and all the cash theyâd handed over, that would be even harder. The worst thing was having to talk about the lack of a baby endlessly, when it bored Gibbs so much and he wasnât allowed to say that it did. He didnât care any more. Heâd agreed that a baby was a nice idea when heâd thought it would be straightforward, but if it wasnâtstraightforward, if it was a never-ending nightmare, as it was proving to be, then why bother? What was so special about his or Debbieâs genes that they needed to be passed on?
Olivia plonked herself down next to him. âHeâs left the bottles on the bar in case we want a top-up, said we can settle up in the morning. What a lovely man!â
Earlier, Gibbs had wished she would stop gushing and lower her voice. Now that they were the only people left, it didnât matter. The music had stopped more than an hour ago. The wall-candles had been put out at the same time, and the bright overhead lights switched on. There was a morning-after feel to the hotel bar, even though, as far as Gibbs was concerned, it was still the night before.
âSo, are you going to tell me, then?â he asked.
âTell you what?â
âWhere they are. Waterhouse and Charlie.â If Olivia knew, Gibbs figured, then he had a right to know too. As the two witnesses, they ought to have equal access to all relevant information.
âIf I wouldnât tell you at ten oâclock, or eleven, or midnight, or one, why would I tell you now?â
âYouâve had more to drink. Your defences are down.â
Olivia raised an eyebrow and laughed. âMy defences are never down. The downer they seem, the upper they are. If that makes sense.â She leaned forward.
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. âWhy do you call him Waterhouse?â
âItâs his name.â
âWhy donât you call him Simon?â
âDunno. We call each other by our surnames: Gibbs, Waterhouse. Sellers. We all do.â
âSam Kombothekra doesnât,â said Olivia. âHe calls you Chrisâ Iâve heard him. He calls Simon Simon. And Simon calls him Sam, but you donât â you still call him Stepford. That was your original nickname for him and youâre sticking with it.â Her eyes narrowed. âYou fear change.â
Gibbs wondered what had happened to the inebriated airhead heâd been drinking with a few minutes ago. Obviously she wasnât as far gone as heâd thought. âItâs a good nickname,â he told her. âHeâll always be Stepford to me.â Heâd go to bed after this drink, bottle on the bar or no bottle on the bar. A woman like Olivia Zailer couldnât possibly be interested in anything he had to say. Knowing that made it hard to talk to her.
âArenât you surprised that I know who calls who what, and I donât even work with you?â
âNot really.â
âHm.â She sounded dissatisfied. âWhy do you think Simon chose you and not Sam? To be a witness.â
Gibbs was careful not to give himself away by looking as if it mattered to him. âYour guess is as good as mine,â he said.
âItâs obvious why he didnât choose Colin Sellers, a dedicated adulterer,â said Olivia. âSimonâd think it was a jinx on his and Charlieâs marriage to have a lowly fornicator involved in the proceedings.â
âThatâs stupid,â said Gibbs. âItâs up to Sellers what he does.â The Fornicator,
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Fornicator II. Gibbs smiled. A whole new world of piss-taking possibilities had just opened up. He wished heâd thought of it himself.
âWith Colin out of the picture, Simonâs options were you or Sam,â said Olivia. âAt first I wondered whether he didnât want Sam because Samâs chatty. He knew he and Charlie would be jetting off