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  IN THE ABSENCE OF ABSALON

  SIMON OKOTIE

  In the Absence of Absalon revolves around an unnamed investigator, a set of keys and a townhouse. He is investigating a series of disappearances: of his colleague, Marguerite; of Harold Absalon, the Mayor’s transport advisor, whose disappearance Marguerite had been investigating prior to his own disappearance; of Richard Knox, the owner of the townhouse, who had fallen out with Absalon before disappearing; and of Absalon’s wife Isobel, who is glimpsed, partially undressed, in an upper storey bedroom as the investigator approaches.

  Pursued from all sides and seemingly losing his mind, what the investigator discovers, as he enters the house, is both familiar and utterly devastating.

  About the author

  Simon Okotie was born in London to a Nigerian father and an English mother. He lives in Norfolk.

  Praise for this book

  ‘Okotie has here further refined not only his comic creation, but also his unique narrative style – the hyper-punctilious – to mesmeric, Zenoesque effect’

  —DAVID ROSE

  In the Absence of Absalon

  Simon Okotie was born in London to a Nigerian father and an English mother. He lives in Norfolk.

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  1

  His perceptions should, he thought, be full of the architectural and other pertinent details of the townhouse before him. This was to enable those less senior than himself to reconstruct the scene for themselves, in their own minds, as a means of trying to piece together the circumstances surrounding the disappearance of his colleague, Marguerite. He knew, then, that he should be making appropriate observations available to his subordinates concerning the physical appearance of the townhouse and its interior, particularly given its proximity to the last known sighting of Marguerite and its connection with Harold Absalon, the Mayor’s transport advisor, whose disappearance the former had been investigating prior to his own disappearance. Why, then, this restraint on his part, he wondered, as he noted the number plate of the car parked haphazardly, facing in the wrong direction, in the street outside the house? Did he have evidence to suggest that the building was not, in fact, central to his investigation despite this confluence of circumstances? Or was it that, despite its centrality, he had decided not to describe it to avoid compromising what was, after all, a live investigation? A further alternative was that, regardless of the building’s centrality or otherwise to his investigation, he was refraining from describing it through what’s known as absentmindedness or through a deliberate attempt to frustrate the expectations of those trained in the classical and, granted, some more modern schools of investigation. All of the foregoing could, of course, be just a momentary restraint – just a way, in other words, for him to move towards revealing the details of the building and its interior, a mental clearing of the throat, so to speak, before the revelation of what some felt needed to be revealed. And this was not to exhaust all of the possibilities, he noted with regret.

  As he traversed the short distance that separated him from the gate leading to the area in front of the townhouse as a precursor, he hoped, to opening it and moving towards the building proper, he realised that part of the reason for his reticence in describing the architectural and other pertinent details of the townhouse before him related to a hitherto unarticulated pressure to do so: he felt an intense – and intensifying – pressure arising from a source or sources unknown which, momentarily, was making his mind – and hence this report – a blank, at least in relation to conveying, through whatever means mysterious to him, the architectural and other details previously alluded to. He was becoming increasingly aware, then, of how much was resting on his shoulders, would be another formulation. And the reason, he realised, that a lot was resting on those parts of his anatomy was that, if his subordinates, those with access to these case notes, were to be able to follow his investigation, then he would surely need to record – need, at least, to notice – all of the pertinent features of the building in all of their detail. Now his training – and mentoring by his colleague Marguerite – must have given him an exceptional grounding in the types of details to be noticed and how to notice them; he was satisfied that, were he left to his own devices, as it is known, he would be able to take in those details and use them effectively to continue to unearth the circumstances of his erstwhile mentor’s disappearance whilst in pursuit of Harold Absalon. But he was, somehow, increasingly aware that he was not alone. He had a strong suspicion that others, like ourselves, were breathing down his neck. And that, he thought, was part of what was giving him pause; how, in short, could he know that what he took to be pertinent – and hence what he made a mental note of – would seem pertinent to all (or some) of the budding (and, granted, some more senior) detectives who were somehow following his investigation into Marguerite’s disappearance and who, in fact, wanted to solve the mystery of that disappearance before he himself had done so? How could he know, in other words, that we would accede to what he took to be descriptively remarkable, to put it in that new way? He couldn’t, was his conclusion, and that was why he refrained – it was too great a burden. The responsibility he felt resting so heavily upon his shoulders, that being the part of the anatomy where heavy items of a material nature tended to reside when being carried in such circumstances, felt, in short, to be insupportable; he was to provide sufficient and appropriate detail about the building in question to allow one or more of the less experienced detectives following in his footsteps as it were and with access, somehow (he wouldn’t go into that now), to his mental case notes and files, to make a name for him- or herself, as it is known in some quarters, by solving the mystery of the disappearance of Marguerite, last seen in pursuit of Harold Absalon, the Mayor’s transport advisor, before anyone else – including himself – had done so. He felt it to be impossible. He did not want to influence people through his selective perceptions. Nor did he want to stand in the way of someone at an earlier stage of their investigative career who wanted to make a name for themselves in this way, whether they were male or female and regardless of whether they wanted to make that name known to all and sundry or wanted to keep it to themselves – as he, himself, seemed to be doing – as a way of remaining undercover, in other words, as an aid, no doubt, to solving further mysteries and to unearthing further circumstances surrounding the disappearance of people regardless of whether those people were themselves experienced investigators, advisors to the Mayor, both or neither. He did not want to stand in the way of people, then, and it was perhaps for that further reason that he did not describ
e, which is to say he did not think about, the distinctive and pertinent architectural and other features of the townhouse which he continued to approach, pursuers bearing down upon him from left and right, the street behind him quiet because it was, perhaps, the middle – or thereabouts – of the night.

  But wasn’t refraining from describing the relevant distinctive features of the building, to reformulate it in that way, a means, actually, of standing in the way of the very people he was trying to help? Wasn’t he interposing himself, in fact, between those wanting to make a name for themselves by unearthing, before him, the circumstances surrounding the disappearance of his colleague Marguerite? Was he not using himself as a way of blocking people’s view of those very details? Surely if he was ensuring that he wasn’t in the way of others then those others would be able to see all of the distinctive architectural and other features of the building in question. But this didn’t take account of the burden he was carrying, remember (in the usual place), a burden that took the form of being the eyes and ears (and, he hoped, in relation to certain individuals, the lips and tongue) of the whole mass of people wishing to solve the crime, if one had been committed, before he himself had done so.

  Was there something disingenuous in his thinking in this way, then, he now wondered, as he removed his gloved hands from his jacket pockets in readiness for the next phase of his investigation? Surely he knew that actually his job was to provide just sufficient detail, just enough clues, for him to stay one step ahead of those trying to look over his shoulder, as it were. He knew, surely, that he was involved in an elaborate dance with the great mass of people trying to solve the case before him. That, presumably, was what he wanted and what they wanted, namely the satisfaction of him staying just one step ahead of them at all times. Given that he could not conceive of how anyone could be so close as to be able to look over his shoulder in the way that you yourself are doing (particularly given the burden he is supposedly carrying there) and that he was describing the scenes before him as best he could (and maybe he’d simply missed the architectural module of his training), he refused to countenance the existence of any such game, any such desire on his part to stay one step ahead of you or any other budding detective wishing to get one over on him, as it were. In short, he was just not that interested in the appearance of the building. He just didn’t think, at that moment, that any of its features were that distinctive, except perhaps that the gate barring him, as it were, from the area in front of the townhouse had a padlocked chain around it. He did not think that any of the architectural features were pertinent, perhaps, to his investigation into Marguerite’s disappearance; at least he thought them impertinent, as it were, at that moment, which is not to say that he wouldn’t volunteer important detail as he continued to approach the building in question, such as the observation that there was a small step protruding from beneath the gate leading to the area in front of the townhouse, that the gate was surmounted by ornamental spikes, as were the area railings of which it was, as it were, a part, that the area railings were mounted upon a dwarf wall, that there was a short flight of stairs to the left, leading up to the front door of the townhouse, and another, to the right, leading down to a basement, that the townhouse consisted of five storeys, in total, including the basement, and that he had, he hoped, in his right-hand trouser pocket, a key to the padlock – and to the house – a bunch, in fact, that belonged to a colleague of Harold Absalon’s, a colleague, moreover, called Richard Knox whom Harold Absalon had fallen out with, as it is known, shortly before his disappearance, and whose family had been in possession of this townhouse for generations.1

  2

  A safe house was safe, he surmised, to the extent that its whereabouts were unknown to those intent on causing harm to the occupants or potential occupants of that house. He could not, then, refer to the townhouse in front of him as a safe house at that moment: clearly his pursuers would be able to see him entering the house, were he to do so after going through the padlocked, ornamentally spiked gate and through the area in front of the townhouse; they would, then, know his whereabouts at that moment, the whereabouts of the house in question and, through the application of rudimentary logic, his whereabouts in relation to the house – namely, inside it – and to that extent the house would cease, if it ever had been, to be a safe house, which is to say it would cease to be a safe house for him and possibly for any or all of its other inhabitants or potential inhabitants. This was why, quite simply, he could not bring himself to refer to the townhouse towards which he continued to move, by placing his left foot, in advance of his right, against the step that protruded from beneath the gate leading to the area in front of the townhouse, as a safe house.

  He had, though, started to view the area in front of the townhouse as a potential place of safety. Why was this, he wondered, as he removed his right-hand glove from his right hand as a precursor to retrieving the keys from the equivalent trouser pocket? The reason that he had started to view the area in this way was, he thought, precisely because he had that key and could, if he wished, on entering the area, simply lock the gate behind him with the added flourish of breaking the key in the padlock, thereby preventing any of his pursuers who had in their possession a key to the same padlock from using that key to unlock the padlock as a precursor to continuing to pursue him. He could, in other words, use a trick that he’d been taught in cadet school of opening the padlock, removing it from the chain securing the gate, opening the gate, entering the area, closing the gate, wrapping the chain securely around the gate and railings again, relocking the padlock without removing the key and then breaking the key in the lock such that part of the key would remain hidden in the lock, thereby preventing anyone else with a key from inserting it into the padlock in the appropriate place as a means of opening the padlock again, or of using that part of his key that remained in the padlock, which is to say that part of the key that he had used to open the padlock that remained in the padlock, to open the padlock; and this trick was a means of making the area safe – safer, at least, than it would otherwise have been – and this despite the fact his pursuers would be able to see him within that area.

  But he didn’t want to use this trick in this way to produce this outcome – that was why he had referred to the area in front of the townhouse only as a potential rather than as an actual place of safety. The reason that he didn’t want to and would not use this trick of breaking the key in the padlock was not to do with his distrust of the occupants of the building in question, although he did distrust them. Nor was his avoidance of this trick a means of avoiding trapping himself in the house or area in question. No, the reason that he would not break the key in the padlock was because he wanted to allow his pursuers access to the area in question and, beyond that, access to the house itself, were he to secure such access. And he wanted one of his pursuers in particular to secure such access, and that was Harold Absalon.

  3

  He placed his foot – the right – upon the small step that protruded from beneath the gate leading to the area in front of the townhouse, and immediately wondered whether the main advantage of doing so, which was that it would facilitate access to his right-hand trouser pocket, would, in fact, outweigh the main disadvantage, which was that it would constrict that pocket, thereby making it more difficult to withdraw the key that he hoped was contained therein. Why, he now wondered, had he only commenced this line of inquiry into the action in question upon completing it? Would it not, in retrospect, have been better to initiate and even complete this analysis in advance of the action, as a means of determining whether it was, in fact, the best course at that stage, particularly given the fine margins separating success from failure in such investigations?

  What he realised, as he lifted the heel of the foot that he’d placed upon that step, was that he could not have known that placing his foot in this position would have tightened the aperture and interior of the pocket in question to the extent that it had. Furthe
r evidence had, in short, become available to him during the course of his action, evidence to suggest that the main advantage of it, which was to reduce the distance between his right hand and the equivalent trouser pocket, may, in fact, be outweighed by the main disadvantage, which was that the same action – that of placing his foot – the right – upon the small step that protruded from beneath the gate leading to the area in front of the townhouse – would constrict the right-hand pocket of his trousers wherein he hoped lay the key, literally and metaphorically, respectively, to the padlock securing that gate and to solving, or resolving, the mystery, if there was (or is) one, surrounding the disappearance of Marguerite, his investigative colleague, who was last seen on the trail of Harold Absalon, the Mayor’s transport advisor, who had been missing, and, in so doing, act as impediment to retrieving that key, thereby potentially preventing him from entering the area in front of the townhouse prior to being apprehended by those wishing to thwart his investigation.

  The benefit, then, of bringing that pocket and thus (he hoped) the key closer to his right hand by placing the equivalent (to call it that) foot on the step that protruded from beneath the gate leading to the area in front of the townhouse as a means of facilitating the key’s – and the related hand’s – removal from that pocket (this simultaneous withdrawal not being a coincidence, of course, in that the hand in question – the right – would, he hoped, be clasping the key, and it would be for that reason that they would emerge from the pocket simultaneously, or near simultaneously, in this scenario) could, he now thought, given the new evidence that had, as it were, come into his possession, be outweighed by the increased constriction of that pocket brought about – to specify this for the first time – by the fact that the right leg had bent, at the knee, in this manoeuvre, an action that, through applying pressure to the interior of the trouser leg, had tautened the material from which that trouser leg had been fashioned, thereby causing any pockets within that material to be constrained, resulting in it being increasingly difficult, he realised, in retrospect, as he continued to elevate the heel of the foot – the right – so as to bring the equivalent pocket ever closer to that hand, thereby tautening the pocket still further, to retrieve objects, such as keys, from those pockets.