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‘For Robin,’ she said, putting them on the coffee table between them.
‘Cheers,’ he said, as she refilled his wine glass. ‘Listen, can I ask you something?’
‘Go on,’ said Prudence, sitting down opposite him.
‘Did this client of yours ever witness supernatural events at Chapman Farm?’
‘Corm, I can’t talk about that.’
‘I’m not going to go looking for your client,’ he assured her. ‘I’m just interested.’
‘I’ve probably said too much already,’ said Prudence.
‘I get it,’ said Strike. ‘No more questions.’
Leaning forwards, he picked up Combatting Cult Mind Control, turned it over and read the blurb on the back.
‘You’ve got me more worried about Robin going in there now than I was half an hour ago,’ he admitted.
‘Good,’ said Prudence. ‘Sorry, I don’t mean “good, you’re worried”, I just think it’s best she understands what she’s getting into.’
‘Why the hell do people join cults?’ mused Strike. ‘Why would anyone give over that amount of control of their lives?’
‘Because they don’t realise total control is where it’s going to end,’ said Prudence. ‘It happens incrementally, step by step, after they’ve been offered approval and validation and a sense of purpose… surely you can see the allure of discovering a profound truth? The key to the universe?’
Strike half-shrugged.
‘OK, well, what about believing you can make a real difference to the world: alleviate suffering, cure social ills, protect the weak?’
‘Why d’you need to be in a cult to do any of that?’
‘You don’t,’ said Prudence, smiling, ‘but they’re very good at convincing people membership is the best possible way of achieving paradise on earth, not to mention heaven afterwards.
‘The only kind of people the UHC probably couldn’t do much with, not that they’d want to recruit them in the first place, are apathetic, couch-potato types. The UHC’s after idealists they can turn into evangelists, although I believe they have lower grades of recruit at Chapman Farm, just to get the actual farming done… my poor client knows only too well that other people think they’re stupid and weak-willed for having fallen for it all, which is part of the reason they feel so much shame. But the truth is, being idealistic and intellectually inquiring makes you much more vulnerable to ideologies like the UHC’s… will you two stay for dinner? It’s pasta, nothing fancy.’
‘You don’t have to feed us as well,’ said Strike.
‘I want to. Please stay, Declan will be home soon. Robin seems lovely, by the way.’
‘Yeah, she is,’ said Strike, glancing up at the ceiling.
Upstairs, Robin had decided on her three outfits, though she still felt diffident about taking such expensive clothes away with her. She’d just got back into her own jeans and top when Prudence knocked on the door.
‘Come in,’ called Robin.
‘Chosen?’
‘Yes. If it’s OK, I’d like to borrow these.’
‘Great,’ said Prudence, scooping up the rest of the clothes and heading back towards the rails to put them back on hangers. ‘You know what?’ she said, over her shoulder, ‘You should just keep them. It’s easier.’
‘Prudence – I can’t,’ said Robin weakly. She knew perfectly well that the clothes she’d selected were worth at least two thousand pounds, even second-hand.
‘Why not? If you’d wanted this,’ said Prudence, holding up the Chloé dress, ‘I’d’ve asked for it back, because Declan really likes me in it, but honestly, I easily can do without what you’ve chosen. I’ve already got too much stuff, you can see that. Please,’ she said, as Robin opened her mouth to protest again, ‘it’ll be the first time any of us have been allowed to give Corm anything, even by proxy. Now let’s find shoes.’
‘I really don’t know what to say,’ Robin said, flummoxed. She was worried Strike wouldn’t be happy she’d accepted the gift. As though she’d read Robin’s mind, Prudence said,
‘I know Corm’s touchy as hell about taking anything from Dad, but none of this was bought by Jonny Rokeby, I promise. I make very good money and Declan earns a mint. Come here and choose shoes,’ she added, beckoning Robin back into the dressing room. ‘These look great with that dress. Try them.’
