Someone Else's Conflict (18 page)

‘So you do know Jay,' she said as she passed Vinko his. The accusation in her voice was accentuated by a slight rattle of the cup in the saucer as her hand shook.

‘I…not when I talked you last week,' he said. ‘I…I…say hello to him the first time today morning. I…'

‘Speak your own language, Vinko,' said Jay. ‘If that's all right with you, Mrs Pranjić? It's an awkward enough situation as it is.'

She raised an eyebrow, but nodded. ‘So you met today. That's quite a coincidence.'

She spoke the language more slowly and deliberately than Vinko did and Jay could understand her well. The suspicion in her voice was plain in any language.

‘They happen,' Jay said as he took the cup of tea and a biscuit from the plate she offered him, balancing it awkwardly on the saucer. ‘Coincidences.'

‘It's true,' Vinko continued. ‘I'd seen him before today, in Holdwick, but didn't realise who he was till you showed me that photo. Even then I wasn't sure.'

‘So, as he says, he came and introduced himself to me. You can imagine what a surprise
that
was. Now then.' Jay put his cup down and leaned forward, waiting for Anja to sit before going on, hoping the pause would help him keep his anger in check. ‘If we want to talk about not telling the truth – isn't there something you forgot to tell Vinko last week?'

She fiddled with the teacup in her lap and spoke without looking at him. ‘Boris and I…we wanted to discuss it first.'

‘And didn't you think to tell
me
when I was here that Ivan had a son? Don't you think it would have made quite a difference?'

‘We didn't know about him.'

‘Didn't know?'

‘His mother mentioned she was expecting when she wrote to tell us…the bad news about Ivan. But she never wrote back.'

‘You never even told me that much.'

‘What difference would it have made, Jay?'

‘Apart from the fact that Ivan was my friend, you know what difference it would have made. Practically. I showed you Zora's will, didn't I?'

Her eyes darted from Vinko to Jay. ‘I'm sorry, but I'm not sure we should be talking—'

‘Tell Vinko the main reason I was here.'

She glanced nervously towards the kitchen. Vinko had told Jay about the heated discussion between her and Boris the week before, when he'd thought they were merely arguing about whether or not to make him welcome. ‘There…there was an inheritance,' she said to her grandson now. ‘My family was quite wealthy, before the war, before Tito. I thought the money had been lost long ago. But it turned out my sister – your mother told you about Zora?' Vinko nodded. ‘Zora had it in an account abroad. I don't know how or why, but she gave a substantial amount to Jay in the nineties, to keep safe till the conflict was over. He came last year to sign it over to us.'

‘It wasn't as simple as that, was it?' Jay took the biscuit from his saucer and crunched it, swallowed. ‘Not that simple at all.'

‘I'm Zora's closest living relative,' she said, defensively.

‘I'll save you the embarrassment. I told Vinko before we came about the will.'

He had no idea what Vinko made of it all – the lad had simply listened impassively. Of the two sisters, Zora had considered herself the sole heir because their family had disapproved of Anja marrying Boris and leaving the country. In turn, when she'd entrusted the account details to Jay, she had also given him a letter stating that if and when she died, Ivan was the only family member she wanted to inherit it. If the conflict meant that Ivan died before he could claim it, Jay should keep it.

‘We only had your word about that,' said Anja.

Jay willed himself to stay calm. ‘My word and a legal document.'

‘Which was probably a fake.'

‘I can prove it. But surely you can see that Vinko has a claim to at least some of it?' He glanced apologetically at the lad. ‘Surely you'd agree he needs it?'

‘We offered to help him in other ways. We talked over dinner, didn't we, Vinko? We…' She fidgeted with her teacup again, looked at Jay. ‘He's only young. We wanted to make sure he wouldn't just pour the money down the drain, that he wasn't after it for anything…' she reddened, ‘…for anything criminal.' Jay could almost hear Boris persuading her. She looked uncomfortably at Vinko. ‘We've been discussing it, of course we have, and we were going to offer to share it equally between you and Vesna in our own will.'

That sounded more like Anja herself speaking, but Jay shook his head nevertheless. ‘He needs it now.'

He looked round with the others as they heard a car pull up. ‘Is that Boris?'

Anja had the best view through the window from where she was sitting; she nodded.

‘Good. I'd hate to be accused of plotting behind anyone's back.' Jay flashed Vinko a smile, as much to give himself confidence as anything.

‘I might have guessed,' said Boris as Anja called him through to the sitting room. He looked from Jay to Vinko, and finally to his wife. ‘Didn't I say Spinney would be behind all this?'

Jay stood and approached Boris, offered his hand. He wasn't really surprised when the older man refused to shake it.

‘How long have you been here? It's a good job we got things finished sooner than expected at Vesna's, isn't it?'

‘If that means we can get things finished sooner than expected here, then yes,' said Jay. He realised why Anja had refused his offer of help making the tea. She must have phoned her husband.

‘How long have you been spying on us?' Boris glared at him.

‘Spying on you?'

‘Thought you'd make sure I was out? Thought you could terrorise my wife into giving you what you want?'

‘Boris, calm down, please.' Anja rose, gestured to her husband and reached for the teapot. ‘Sit down and let me get you some tea.'

‘I'll not drink with these two!'

Anja hovered nervously.

‘I'd hate you to go thirsty,' said Jay. ‘Hear me out for a few minutes and we'll leave you to have your tea in peace.'

‘You stay out of this, Spinney. We owe you nowt and—'

‘True, you owe
me
nothing. I'm a reasonable man. All I'm asking is that you agree to give Vinko what's rightfully his.'

‘Rightfully his! The pair of you turn up here, claiming he's a grandson of ours and expecting me to shell out, just like that?' His attention turned to Vinko. ‘Prove to me you can be a worthy member of this family, lad, and I'll think about treating you like one!'

‘You're not giving him much of a chance to do that, are you, Boris?' Jay dug his fingernails into his palms to keep his voice calm.

‘I'll not have you come here and talk to me like—'

‘Like what? Reasonably?'

‘Call that reasonable?'

‘Just shut up and listen!'

He was surprised and relieved when Anja intervened by motioning to both of them to sit down.

‘I'm sorry,' he said to her, returning to his chair. Boris said nothing as he joined his wife on the sofa. ‘I don't want things to get nasty. But I made a mistake last year; I was never sure I was doing the right thing.'

‘You wouldn't know the right thing if it—'

‘
I said shut up and listen!
' He glared at Boris. ‘Knowing about Vinko has changed everything. Made me realise I was wrong to have gone against Zora's wishes and handed the money over to you. All I'm asking now is that you give the lad the share he's entitled to.'

‘Who the hell do you think you are?' Boris made to rise but Anja put a restraining hand on his shoulder. ‘What percentage is he offering you, eh?'

Jay merely laughed. ‘For fuck's sake, Boris, why would I have given it you in the first place if
I
wanted anything? I'm here for Vinko.' He looked steadily into the older man's eyes. ‘And for Ivan.'

‘Get out!' Boris stood this time and Jay rose to face him. ‘You're lucky I didn't take you to court last year for stealing what was ours and holding on to it for so long. My wife persuaded me to let it drop then, and she'd probably want me to do the same now. Be careful, Spinney, or I might change my mind.'

Jay breathed deeply. ‘Empty words, Boris. I haven't done anything wrong and you know it. I'd have been entitled to keep the money then, and Vinko's entitled to it now.'

‘And how do you intend to prove that, eh?'

He shrugged. ‘I assume that means you've destroyed the will.'

‘You guessed right, lad.' Boris ignored Anja's sharp look. ‘You haven't got a leg to stand on.'

‘It's a good job I wasn't daft enough to hand you the original over, isn't it? I'd just have hoped that you'd see fit to help your grandson make a decent life for himself without the need for all this.'

Anja moved to stand by her husband. ‘Boris, we can talk about it. We'd agreed, hadn't we—'

‘We'd agreed nowt.' He looked at Vinko. ‘Nothing. Understand?
Ništa
. Now get out, both of you!'

Vinko got to his feet awkwardly.

‘Jay will help me,' he said to Boris.

He went to his grandmother and grasped her hand briefly before moving to the door. As Jay made to join him he caught another glimpse of the boy by the window and wondered if he'd actually been there, watching him, throughout. Watching the situation descend to such a messy argument.

‘Listen, I'm sorry if I sounded a bit—'

‘Get out!'

Jay tensed, looked past him and gave Anja a brief smile. ‘I'll call round again in a couple of days. When we've all had time to…' He shrugged. ‘Thanks for the tea, Mrs Pranjić.'

The restrained slam of the door followed them down the drive. Vinko paused to roll and light a cigarette before they set off towards the town centre.

‘I'm sorry,' Jay said.

‘You did what you could. I know you're trying to help. I've lived without it for this long.'

‘I meant I'm sorry because I've probably messed up any chance you might have had of friendship with them.'

‘I would never be friends with
him
.'

Jay was taken aback by his intensity. ‘Anja lets him get away with it. I find that almost as hard to take.'

Vinko shrugged and walked on in silence, eyes on the pavement ahead of him.

‘Anyway, I'll be in touch,' Jay said as they neared the centre of Keighley. ‘Have you got a phone?'

‘Of course.'

Jay smiled, handed his new gadget over. ‘Stick your number in this for me. And take mine while you're at it.'

Vinko halted and Jay watched him tapping the numbers in with practised ease. Even to his inexperienced eye he could see the lad's was far more sophisticated than the simple model he'd just bought himself.

‘Cool phone,' he remarked.

Vinko passed Jay's mobile back sullenly and set off walking. He strode to catch up, wondering how a remark intended to put him at his ease could have offended him.

‘I saved up,' he snapped as Jay drew level. He recognised the lie, remembering he'd first seen him standing next to Polly when her purse went missing, but decided not to push him further. It was hardly surprising, given the lad's circumstances, and he merely hoped for now that it was only petty theft and he wasn't involved in anything more serious.

They reached the bus station and Vinko followed him to the Holdwick stop, watching over his shoulder as he examined the timetable.

‘What time is it?' Jay asked. He'd given up bothering with watches and clocks years ago.

Vinko scarcely lifted his sleeve, but it was enough for Jay to notice that the watch was more flashy than he'd have expected, too. This time he hardly registered it, or the lad's defensiveness, as he swore in his frustration at missing the last bus.

‘Why don't you come home with me?' asked Vinko cheerfully, his annoyance forgotten as quickly as it had flared.

Jay nodded, forcing a smile back. ‘Thanks.'

He wanted to get to know the lad better, and in any case he stood next to no chance of hitching in a place like that, at that time of day. As they made their way to the Bradford stop he recalled what he and Polly had been talking about the previous night and hoped he'd managed to convince her that he had no intention of leaving, at least before he'd finished the job.

‘You are living in Holdwick?'

Surprised by Vinko's halting, accented English after an afternoon of hearing the fluency of his own language, Jay had no ready answer. ‘For now,' he said.

‘You are… You have a wife?'