Mag-log inCHAPTER 169DREYVENMum's question is still sitting in the room, and none of us wants to be the one to pick it up.The lamp by the piano has started to hum. It does that when it's been on too long. I've heard it every evening of my life and never once noticed, and now it's the loudest thing in the house."She nearly killed him, Mum." I say it from the bookcase, because that's where my feet stopped. It comes out flat, like I'm reading a charge sheet. "I'm not saying she meant to. I'm saying he was on the floor of that ring, and she was the one who handed him the glass.""I know she was, darling." Mum doesn't take her eyes off Elias's sleeve. "I'm not telling you not to be angry.""Then what are you telling me?"She looks at Dad instead of answering.He's studying his hands again, the way he does in the study when someone else is about to say what he was going to say. When he talks, he sounds more like himself than he has all night."Did she know what was in it?""Dad.""It's a plain qu
CHAPTER 168DREYLENNobody says anything after she stops, and the only sound in the sitting room is the rain on the glass and Mum's breathing, which keeps catching on every second breath as if she's climbing stairs.I'm looking at Evelyn's mouth. I don't know why, except that it's the one part of her that hasn't moved since the word pathetic, and I keep waiting for it to curl into a smile and tell me she's enjoyed herself. It doesn't. She just stands there with her hands folded, a small tidy woman in a wet coat, and watches the four of us the way you'd watch a kettle you've set on the hob."Right," the lead officer says, rather too loudly. "That's quite enough, I think."She nods to the two officers, and they step in on either side of Evelyn, who lets them and even tilts her head to make it easier for one of them to take her elbow. At the door she stops and looks back, not at Dad or Mum or even Elias, but at Dreyven, who is standing so still beside the bookcase that he might have be
CHAPTER 167DREYVENDad doesn't reach for the envelope straight away, and I understand why, because I wouldn't either.It sits in the lamplight between a cup of tea and a plate of Mum's shortbread, soft at the corners and creased down the middle. Everyone in the room is looking at it as if it might go off. Dad looks at it longest. His hand is still shaking on the arm of the sofa, and the nurse takes a half step forward with her cuff, and he waves her back without turning his head."Dreyden," he says. "Bring it here."Dreyden crosses the room, picks it up with two fingers like evidence, and puts it into Dad's lap. The lead officer starts to object, but Dad says, "It's addressed to me," and she closes her mouth. I check the flap and see my own name isn't on it, only Dad's, written in a slanting, practised hand that matches the one on the surrender form. E. Cross. The same loop on the capital.He peels the flap back slowly, and I find myself counting the exits again, which I haven't
CHAPTER 166DREYDENMum doesn't scream, and I think that's what frightens me most.She just turns her head toward the doorway very slowly, as if the movement might break something, and I watch her eyes go to the man standing behind Drayton with a biscuit tin held against his chest like a shield. They travel over his face, his jaw, his grey eyes, the grey coming in at his temples, and I know the exact second she sees Dad in him, because her free hand rises and covers her mouth."Nathaniel," she whispers."I see him, darling." Dad's voice is barely there. "I see him."Nobody in the room is breathing properly, and Evelyn Cross, the only person who looks entirely comfortable, picks up her teacup and takes a sip as if she's at a christening.I should be moving. I should be putting myself between that woman and my parents, and I know it, but my feet won't take the order. I'm watching my mother stand up from the sofa with her slippers still wet and her hand still pressed to her mouth, and
CHAPTER 165DRAYTONEvelyn Cross's voice is still in the car after the line goes dead, warm and polite, the voice of a woman offering you a biscuit before she tells you the house is on fire.Nobody says anything. Dreyven has both hands on the wheel and he's driving like the road owes him money, and I can hear the tyres hissing through the wet and my own pulse thumping behind my eyes."Your father isn't looking well," I say, to nobody. "Who says that? Who rings someone's mother's phone and says that?""Someone who wants us frightened," Dreyden says from the back."Well, it's working.""Then be frightened quietly."I almost laugh, but my head picks that moment to tilt sideways like a ship, so I press my forehead against the window and let the cold glass hold it up for me. Outside, the streetlights smear into long yellow streaks. The police car is two lengths ahead with its lights going and no siren, and somehow that's worse, because it means they're trying not to scare her either.My b
CHAPTER 164DREYLEN"Say that again," I tell the voice in my ear, because I've heard it the first time and I still don't believe it."A woman arrived at the main gate about twenty minutes ago, Mr. Drey." It's Hale, the head of security at my parents' house. He has worked for us for fifteen years, and I have never heard him sound unsure of anything. "No appointment. She said her name was Evelyn Cross and that she was here to see Mr. Nathaniel. She said she would wait as long as it took." The name goes through me like cold water."Where is she now?""That's what I'm trying to tell you. We told her no. She didn't argue, she just stood there in the rain with her hands folded, and then she said one more thing." He clears his throat. "She said, 'Tell Mrs. Drey it's about Theodore.'" I close my eyes."Mrs. Drey was in the hall. She heard it over the intercom before I could cut the line. She was out of the door before any of us reached her, sir. She walked down the drive in her slippers and







