Dear Diary,
Men to accompany women in a car – Lachlan Pepper is the worst in misogyny I have ever met! I do hope he doesn't get elected.
I really upset Jack, I mean really upset him. I believe I even caught him tipsy at the very least in his office, drinking alone, but ... oh dear ... I more than upset him; he thought it was me in the car, and I brushed it aside. We worked the case, but the hurt in his eyes when he explained that he got a rather garbled message from Hugh, so when he arrived and found it was Gertie ... then I arrived all in one piece ...
It was a horrible case, and I led Jack a bit of a dance at the end.
I suppose when he said he found it unbearable – the thought I was in the wreckage of Gertie's car – he was trying to say he was in love with me, maybe.
I don't quite know how we will continue, I asked him to think about our partnership, the way we work and he said he would – only time will tell but I foresee turbulent seas for a while. I really hope calmer waters will come soon.
It was some time before I bumped into Jack again, at the university – Mac called me in to attend a murder – one of the professors turned up on her table. Mac called us both in, even though she knew Jack and I were – distant. She was expecting a 32 year old woman for a revision lecture and – well it wasn't.
Poor Jack had to deal with a young student, female – a bit ... odd ... I suppose is the best way to describe her. I have no doubt she is supremely intelligent but I think the world confuses her – she said people are confusing. She was also convinced she was being watched – I confess I found her interesting.
I felt a distance with Jack, he was less susceptible to my teasing, he was almost cold to me, he even told me to go home, he said he 'needed' me to go. I wanted to be angry with him, but I was just sad – I invited young Beatrice Mason, the odd female student, to stay with me. She brought her things, books, notes – even her own jam, which we found to be spiked with a sleeping draft. Then she was attacked, in my house, and all her notes taken.
I'm afraid I became a bit of a thorn in Jack's side, even bribed Jack with information to sit in on an interview with one of the university professors – Prof. Spall, quite an odious man, he didn't like Beatrice, he smoked the same tobacco that I smelt on Beatrice's assailant ... and he worked in military intelligence ... Beatrice found some kind of code in a book she was researching – a book of hours.
It was all quite a sorry story of genetics, male superiority but in the end I think Jack and I are back on the same page. Or, as he said we are a waltz – Iasked if he was sure, after all a waltz is slow and close – he said he'll try to stay in step.
I'm so glad, I didn't like being out of step with him.