I didn't like him. OK so the emotion he showed about his daughter was real, but that didn't stop him from being a complete slime ball. And there was something not quite right about him, something I couldn't put my finger on.
After the interview there wasn't much to do in the office. I reported back to Mendrick, did some of the paperwork that went with Mr Waters' interview and then headed home. There wasn't anything else to do at that moment, which for the first day of an investigation was shocking. But I didn't complain as Mendrick told me to take the evening off.
There's something funny going on with him at the moment, something to do with Charlie. Beyond that I can't say what it is. I know so little about them I can't even make a guess about what's going on inside their heads.
I took the car and headed straight home, preparing to see Alfie all the way. My hands were actually beginning to shake as I put the key in the lock and opened the door. Almost all the lights were off except the lamp beside the sofa.
'Vicks? Why are you sitting in the dark?' I flicked the light switch by the door and Victoria winced at the brightness of it.
'I've started to enjoy sitting in the dark,' she said camly, 'I find it soothing.' She stood up, looking slightly awkward because of her stomach, which was beginning to bulge under her clothes.
'What are you doing here?' I asked as she hugged me, her big dark hair covering my face as I was buried in it.
'You wouldn't talk to me earlier so I thought I would make you talk about it.'
'How long have you been here?'
'Only an hour or so. But this is important, I would have waited all evening if that's what it took.'
'Vicks, you didn't have to do that.'
'I want you to be happy and this is tearing you up. I need to sort this out or it's going to keep me awake at night knowing that you aren't as happy as I am right now. Now talk to me.' She sat me down on the sofa, her hand resting on my arm and her eyes fixed on my face.
'I don't know what you want me to say Vicks. I'm assuming this is about Alfie.'
'What else is it going to be about? I just want to know what's going on inside your head. You don't talk about things, I worry that you bottle things up and one day you're just going to explode.'
'I really don't know what I'm thinking. I love Alfie more than I can say, he's my world, everything that matters to me and I don't know what I would do the without him. I'm just starting to wonder if he doesn't feel the same way.'
'Is that the truth?' I nearly knocked the sofa and the coffee table over as I leapt up and spun around to look at Alfie standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and wearing his favourite sweatshirt, the one I wore when he had to go away. I loved it because it always smelt like him.
'Of course it is,' I said, my insides tearing me apart as I stood there, frozen.
'What makes you think that I don't feel the same way?'
'I don't know. The way you're trying to make me choose between you and my job. One half of me says that's just because you love me and want to have me around more but the other half says I shouldn't give up a job I love just because of you.'
'And you shouldn't.' My jaw almost hit the floor as the words came out of his mouth.
'I was wrong to ask that of you. Just because I hate my job doesn't mean that everyone else hates theirs. I should be happy that you're in a career that makes you feel fulfilled and happy, something that makes you wake up in the morning and want to get out of bed for. There aren't many people who can say that.'
'I don't understand what you're trying to say Alfie. Are you saying you don't mind my job?'
'I'm saying that if you love what you do I should respect that, no matter how much I hate it. Your job is part of you and I don't want to force you to change because in my eyes you are perfect.'
'But the hours, Mendrick, all the things you complain about-'
'I'll just have to live with it, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you and if your job is part of the package then so be it. Because whether it's a good decision or not I love you with all my heart and I never want to let you go.'
Tears were beginning to stream down my face as I ran past the sofa, throwing myself into Alfie's waiting arms and hugging him as tightly as I could.
'So I take it you're happy,' he said, wiping away the tears on my face with the tips of his fingers.
'Shut up and kiss me you idiot,' I said, laughing through my tears. And that's exactly what he did. I didn't even notice Vicks leave the flat but she must have done because when I finally let go of Alfie she was no where to be seen.