His smile was slow to arrive, but when it came she could see, fleetingly, how he must have looked before he got ill. ‘Glad to hear it. I always liked girls who were trouble. And this one has been head-down in front of a computer for far too long.’
‘How are you, Dad?’
His father blinked. ‘I’m dying.’
‘We’re all dying, Dad,’ Gemma said.
‘Don’t give me your social-worker sophistry. I am dying uncomfortably rapidly. I have few faculties left, and very little dignity. I will probably not make the end of the cricket season. Does that answer your question?’
‘I’m sorry,’ Ed said quietly. ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been.’
‘You’ve been busy.’
‘About that …’ Ed began. His hands were thrust deep in his pockets. ‘Dad. I need to tell you something. I need to tell you all something.’
Jess stood up hurriedly. ‘Why don’t I go and get us some sandwiches? Leave you to talk.’
Jess could feel Gemma assessing what she knew. ‘I’ll get drinks too. Tea? Coffee?’
Bob Nicholls’s head turned towards her. ‘You’ve only just got here. Stay.’
Her eyes met Ed’s. He gave a tiny shrug, like it was really not going to make any difference.
‘What is it, dear?’ His mother put a hand out to him. ‘Are you all right?’
‘I’m fine. Well. I’m sort of fine. I mean I’m healthy. But …’ He swallowed. ‘No I’m not fine. There’s something I have to tell you.’
‘What?’ Gemma said.
‘Okay.’ He took a deep breath. ‘Well, here it is.’
‘What?’ said Gemma. ‘Jesus, Ed. What?’
‘I’m being investigated for insider trading. I’ve been suspended from my company. Next week I have to go to a police station where I will in all likelihood be charged and I may go to prison.’
To say the room fell silent was an understatement. It was as if someone had come in and sucked out all the available air. Jess thought she might pass out briefly from lack of oxygen.
‘Is this a joke?’ said his mother.
‘No.’
‘I really could go and get some tea,’ Jess said.
Nobody paid her any attention. Ed’s mother sat down slowly on a plastic chair.
‘Insider trading?’ Gemma was the first to speak. ‘This – that’s serious, Ed.’
‘Yeah. I do get that, Gem.’
‘Actual insider trading, like you see on the news?’
‘That’s the one.’
‘He’s got good lawyers,’ Jess said.
Nobody seemed to hear.
‘Expensive ones.’
His mother’s hand had risen halfway to her mouth. She lowered it slowly. ‘I don’t understand. When did this happen?’
‘A month or so ago. The insider-trading bit, anyway.’
‘A month ago? But why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped you.’
‘You couldn’t, Mum. Nobody can help.’
‘But prison? Like a criminal?’ Anne Nicholls had gone quite pale.
‘I think if you’re sent to prison you pretty much are a criminal, Mum.’
‘Well, they’ll have to sort it out. They’ll see that there’s been some kind of mistake, but they’ll sort it out.’
‘No, Mum. I’m not sure it’s going to work out like that.’
There was another long silence.
‘Are you going to be all right?’
‘I’ll be fine, Mum. As Jess said, I have good lawyers. I have resources. They have already established that there was no financial gain for me.’
‘You didn’t even make money out of it?’
‘It was a mistake.’
‘A mistake?’ said Gemma. ‘I don’t get it. How do you do insider trading by mistake?’
Ed straightened his shoulders and gazed steadily at her. He took a breath, and his gaze flickered towards Jess. And then he looked up at the ceiling. ‘Well, I had sex with a woman. I thought I liked her. And then I realized she wasn’t who I thought she was and I sort of wanted her to go away without it all getting messy. And what she wanted to do was travel. So I made a snap decision and told her a way I thought she could make a little extra money to pay off her debts and go travelling.’
‘You gave her inside information.’
‘Yup. On SFAX. Our big product launch.’
‘Jesus Christ.’ Gemma shook her head. ‘I can’t believe I’m hearing this.’
‘And my name hasn’t come out in the press yet. But it will.’ He put his hands into his pockets and looked steadily at his family. Jess wondered if only she could detect that his hand was shaking. ‘So … um … that’s why I haven’t been home. I was hoping I could keep it from you, maybe even sort it out so that you didn’t have to know anything about it. But it turns out that’s going to be impossible. And I wanted to say I’m sorry. I should have told you and I should have spent more time here. But I – I didn’t want you to know the truth. I … didn’t want you to see what a mess I’d made of everything.’
Nobody spoke. Jess’s right leg had begun to jiggle involuntarily. She found a really interesting bit of skin beside her thumbnail and tried to make the jiggling stop. When she finally looked up, Ed was staring at his father. ‘Well?’