MasukI stood in the doorway and looked at what had become of the room.The overturned lamp, the armchair with one leg at an angle that suggested it had been used as a battering ram, the curtain rod hanging at forty-five degrees from a single bracket. The French window had been boarded over two days ago after Helen had put a chair through it. The bathroom door was still intact, but only because Cameron had fitted a secondary lock on the outside.Helen sat on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed and her jaw set, watching me with defiance and calculation.‘Come to gloat?’ she said.‘No.’ I stepped into the room. ‘Come to let you go.’She stared at me.‘You can leave,’ I said. ‘Now, if you want. The men at the door have been told to stand down. You can walk out, get in a cab, and do whatever you intended to do when you first came to London.’‘You’re bluffing.’‘I’m not.’‘You said you’d keep me here.’‘I changed my mind.’She was very still for a moment, then she looked hard behind me, lik
‘Your daughter is fine,’ Cameron said.The man stared at him. ‘But the photo… I couldn’t reach her…’‘Soraya had just come back to London. She didn’t have the resources to take anyone.’ Cameron was already dialling. ‘She staged it. Your daughter has been at a friend’s flat the entire time.’ He held out his phone. ‘That’s her. Talk to her.’I didn’t wait to hear what was said.Lochlan came with me. We stood in the hospital hallway. I looked at the wall opposite and tried to locate myself in the sequence of events that had led me here.‘Thank you,’ I said eventually. ‘For bringing me.’‘You deserved to know.’‘I know.’ I pressed my lips together. ‘I know she was my mother. I know this is supposed to feel like something – closure, or justice, or – I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.’ I paused. ‘Mostly I just feel numb. Like I’m sitting in the audience watching someone else’s story and waiting to feel the thing I’m supposed to feel about it.’Lochlan said nothing. He found my han
I barely made it to the bathroom.Afterwards, I sat on the cold tile floor for a moment, forehead against the cabinet door, letting the world settle back into place.Morning sickness had a particular quality of indignity to it – the complete absence of warning, the complete absence of mercy, the way it arrived on its own schedule with no interest whatsoever in yours.I got up, rinsed my mouth, splashed cold water on my face, and came out to find Lochlan standing in the bedroom holding a glass of warm water.I took it, drank slowly, exhaled.‘We can see the doctor today,’ he said.‘I’m fine.’ I looked at his face. ‘But apparently you’re not. What’s wrong?’‘What makes you think –’‘It’s twenty past five in the morning. I know what woke me up.’ I lowered the glass. ‘What woke you up?’A pause. He took the glass from me and set it down on the bedside table.‘My men have been talking to the driver,’ he said. ‘Through the night.’‘He confessed?’‘Yes.’I pressed my palms together. ‘Please t
Four days of pub-crawling in the service of a sting operation, and what I had to show for it was a comprehensive knowledge of which establishments on the Marylebone-to-Paddington corridor served the best sparkling water and which barmen were least likely to notice you weren’t actually drinking the wine they’d poured you.I’d been nursing drinks mostly. Swapping them when no one was looking. Sitting in corners with the carefully arranged posture of a woman who had been badly let down by a man and was doing something about it one glass at a time.The performance was, I felt, reasonably convincing.The tabloids seemed to think so, anyway.The baby thought so too, in the sense that the baby appeared entirely indifferent to the ambient lighting and sad background music of Marylebone’s hospitality sector and continued going about its business regardless.Lochlan’s team had given me an earpiece on the first day. A tiny thing, nearly invisible, with a range that meant someone from the team cou
Cameron’s report on Helen was brief.She’d attempted the bathroom window at half two in the morning and had made it as far as the ledge before the guard posted on the adjacent rooftop had persuaded her otherwise.The French window onto the balcony had fared worse: she’d put a chair through it, which had produced both an impressive quantity of broken glass and the unwelcome attention of three guards arriving simultaneously.She was now, Cameron informed me, refusing food and demanding an audience.‘She won’t eat unless she sees you.’‘Let her,’ I said.A woman who’d spent her entire life looking out for herself alone would sooner put a knife in me than voluntarily deny herself a meal. The hunger strike was theatre.But, just in case…‘If her health deteriorates,’ I said, ‘get a doctor in. IV nutrition. I’m not having her collapse on me.’‘Understood.’ Cameron nodded and left.Keeping Helen in that room was not a permanent solution. It wasn’t even a good temporary one. But it was the sol
‘His guilt might override his loyalty to Gloria,’ Lochlan said. ‘It should be just enough. Besides, for the plan to work, we don’t need him to actually make a decision.’‘Just the illusion that he has,’ I said.‘That’s right.’I thought about it for a moment. ‘Do you think Gloria would leave me alone if I told her I have absolutely zero interest in taking the surname Lockwood? What if I tell her I don’t care about the apparently vast Lockwood fortune? Actually, just out of curiosity, how much money are we talking about?’‘The Lockwoods are an old family. Their wealth has accumulated over generations.’‘So, are we talking about seven or eight figures?’‘It’s substantially more than that.’ Lochlan gave me a number.I let out a low whistle. ‘And if Desmond dies and I die, all that money goes to Gloria and her daughter?’‘Yes.’‘No wonder she wants me out of the way.’‘Words won’t change her mind,’ Lochlan said. ‘As long as you are alive, you are a threat to her. That is Gloria’s logic.’I
‘Just stay,’ Lochlan said, the words a quiet command.He lifted his other hand, the one not clamped to my wrist, to halt the approach of a woman whose entire outfit consisted of sequinned nipple pasties and a thong.She had reached out a hand to invite him to dance, but his upraised palm was a polit
Dawn was just beginning to smear its weak, grey light across the window when Cary finally left.I opened my eyes and watched him go, my head still on the pillow.I hadn’t been asleep. You’d think after the day I’d had, I’d be comatose, but my brain was still whirring, a useless engine with nowhere t
I was sitting in a coffee shop, staring into the middle distance, my mind a tangled mess.I’d sigh one minute, then scowl the next.That dizzy, floaty feeling I’d had, the one that made me feel like I was walking on clouds after learning Lochlan had taken on the Abrams family for me, had protected m
I lifted my head.The soft glow from the bedside lamp washed over Hyacinth’s face, and I had been watching her just like that, completely still, the entire night.At some point, I had rested my head beside hers on the pillow, my face buried in the curve of her neck. The tears would not stop falling,







