Бернадетт Пэрис – The Breakdown: The gripping thriller from the bestselling author of Behind Closed Doors (страница 14)
My heart plummets so fast I feel as if I’ve stepped off a cliff. How could I have forgotten that Rachel was coming to stay tonight when we’d only arranged it on Monday? I think of Mum and a hot-sick fear claws my stomach. I can’t believe I forgot. Jane’s murder and the guilt I feel have distracted me, yes, but to forget about Rachel coming to stay? I fumble with my phone and press the Call button, desperate to confide my growing fears in someone.
Despite Rachel only just sending the message, she doesn’t pick up. The changing room is empty so I sit down on a damp wooden bench. Now that I’ve made the decision to tell Rachel I’m worried about my short-term memory, I’m desperate to act on it in case I dissuade myself later. I call Rachel again and this time she answers.
‘I don’t suppose you’d like to spend the night in a luxury hotel instead of at the house,’ I say.
There’s a pause. ‘Depends where it is.’
‘Westbrook Park.’
‘The one with the fantastic spa?’ She’s whispering, so I guess she’s in the middle of a meeting or something.
‘That’s the one. Actually, I’m already there. I felt like having a bit of a break.’
‘It’s all right for some,’ she sighs.
‘So will you join me?’
‘It’s a bit far to come for one night – I have to work tomorrow, remember. How about I join you on Friday?’
‘You could,’ I say, ‘Matthew’s coming here straight from the rig, so it’d be the three of us.’
She gives a quiet laugh. ‘Awkward.’
‘Sorry for standing you up tonight.’
‘Don’t worry about it. See you next week?’
‘Hang on, Rachel, there’s something else…’
But she’s already gone.
By the time the afternoon comes, I’m desperate to see Matthew. The weather isn’t brilliant so I hang around in our room, waiting for his call to tell me what time he’ll be arriving. I watch a bit of television, relieved that there’s nothing on the news about Jane’s murder, yet strangely annoyed that two weeks on from her violent death, she’s already been forgotten.
The phone rings and I snatch it up.
‘I’m at the house,’ Matthew says.
‘Good,’ I say happily. ‘You’ll be here in time for dinner.’
‘The thing is, when I arrived, there was a man here from that alarm company, practically sitting on the doorstep.’ He pauses. ‘I didn’t realise you’d actually gone ahead with it.’
‘Gone ahead with what?’
‘Well, the alarm.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘The guy said he agreed with you that someone would fit the alarm this morning but when the technician turned up there was nobody in. They’ve been phoning every half an hour, apparently.’
‘I didn’t agree to anything at all,’ I say, annoyed. ‘All I said was that we’d get back to him.’
‘But you signed a contract,’ Matthew says, sounding puzzled.
‘I did no such thing! Be careful, Matthew, he’s trying it on, pretending I agreed to something when I didn’t. It’s a scam, that’s all.’
‘That’s what I thought. But when I said that as far as I was concerned we hadn’t decided anything yet, he showed me a copy of the contract with your signature on it.’
‘Then he must have forged it.’ There’s a silence. ‘You think I went ahead and ordered it, don’t you?’ I say, realising.
‘No, of course not! It’s just that the signature looked a lot like yours.’ I sense him hesitate. ‘After I got rid of him I had a look at the brochure you left in the kitchen and, inside, there’s a client copy of the contract. Shall I bring it to the hotel so that you can see it? Then if it’s not above board, we can do something about it.’
‘Sue the pants off him, you mean,’ I say, trying to lighten things, trying not to let any doubt cloud my mind. ‘What time will you be here?’
‘By the time I’ve showered and changed – about six-thirty?’
‘I’ll wait in the bar for you.’
I hang up, momentarily annoyed that he could think I’d order an alarm without telling him. But a little voice is mocking me:
It’s waiting in an ice bucket when Matthew arrives.
‘Tough week?’ I ask, because he looks horribly tired.
‘You could say that,’ he says, kissing me. He eyes the champagne. ‘That looks good.’
The waiter comes to open the bottle and serves us.
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