The news report about the aircraft crash was absorbed and
forgotten within minutes by Jack as he sat at the kitchen table sifting through
the mound of paperwork he had brought home. Some of it was routine paperwork
that he had to keep on top of for the engineering department to continue to
function; requisitions for high value spares and requests for manpower overtime
for the forthcoming maintenance shutdown. Most of the papers on his desk,
however, related to the information requested by the Coroner’s office to be available.
Jack wondered how Alan was hoping to swing this with the
Coroner. He knew only the official side of the plan, how he was being called to
confirm that certain specific engineering records were accurate, to agree that
the signatures on all of the documents called for were, in his opinion,
authentic and that as far as he was aware that all of the work had been carried
out. What he didn’t know was what Alan had reported to the Coroner’s office
regarding John Staples. He knew that the company had been requested to bring
along all paperwork pertaining to John, including his Human Resources file, and
that the company had been advised to consult their legal department and arrange
for necessary legal representation for the day of the inquest. Alan had intimated
that the hospital was being pressured to contact John through various channels,
but he wouldn’t reveal exactly what that meant or involved. Jack assumed that
Sam Jackson had kept most of his tracks covered, but would have to stay in
contact with the hospital. Presumably he would be sensitive to reasonably high
level enquiries via the hospital administration from official sources, and as
it seemed likely that what he was doing with John was almost certainly not
sanctioned or known about by the hospital then he would react by producing him
as called for.
Upstairs Karen lay awake, wondering about the events of the
previous days and her involvement in it. For the hundredth time since ‘turning
in for an early night’ Karen had puzzled how she and Jack had been sucked into
a conundrum that was of little relevance to them. Both of them, she mused,
avoided becoming ‘involved’, did not take part in local events, were
uninterested in other people’s lives as a rule. And now she was planning and
plotting, scheming and manipulating on behalf of someone she neither knew or
ever wanted to know. Had Karen known about the plane incident she would have
contemplated about the vulnerability of the medium, would have felt concern
momentarily for the persons involved but would have forgotten the event very
quickly. As it was, by the time Karen would hear another news broadcast or read
a newspaper, this item would be long gone and forgotten.
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Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011
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