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Karl’s POVI should have left.The jurisdiction thing was settled, my parents’ case was dead in the water, and the man being booked behind the reinforced door had nothing to do with my snake or my nails or my useless folder of photographs that two police stations had now declined to act on.Every rational part of my brain was telling me to stand up, walk through the automatic doors, get in my car, and drive home.My legs disagreed.They’d locked into position on the plastic bench—knees together, feet flat, the kind of stillness that comes not from calm but from overload, the body choosing inertia because every available action leads somewhere worse.I sat there with the folder on my lap and my phone dark beside me and I watched the lobby do its nothing.A guard came out of the holding corridor.He was mid-forties, heavyset, moving with the loose-limbed amble of someone on the tail end of a long shift.He crossed the lobby to the vending machine, dug coins from his pocket, fed them in
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Karl’s POVI didn’t leave the station.Not immediately. Not for another twenty minutes, actually, which I spent on that plastic bench with the folder balanced on my knees and the leaflet about the Independent Office for Police Conduct crumpled in my jacket pocket beside the locksmith’s card.I should have left.There was nothing more to hear—the man, Thomas, was behind the reinforced door in an interview room, and whatever he was telling them wasn’t going to carry through two walls and a corridor to a plastic bench in the lobby.But I couldn’t stand up.The heavy-set officer had gone back to his crossword. The tracksuit man had finished his form and left.A teenager came in to report a stolen bicycle, gave a description that included “sort of blue, kind of,” and was handed yet another leaflet.I sat in the middle of it and replayed what I’d heard.I was keeping an eye on him. For his own good.His mother knows why.His mother. Claire.The woman who’d sat at a table eight years ago and
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Karl’s POVThe officer set her pen down.“Sir,” she said slowly, “are you telling me you’ve been surveilling Mr. Emerson for three weeks?”“Surveilling is your word, not mine.”“What word would you use?”“Watching.” He said it without defiance, without apology. Just a man offering the most accurate word he had. “I’ve been watching him.”“From where?”“From my car, mostly. I park on his street in the evenings. Sometimes I drive the routes he drives, stay behind him, make sure he gets where he’s going. The A-road is one he takes when he’s returning from his ex-wife’s house.”“And you know this because…”“Because I’ve driven it behind him four times in the last three weeks.”The officer picked her pen back up. She held it between two fingers and tapped it once against the clipboard, a single tap that wasn’t nervous anymore. She was recalibrating.“There’s a word for what you’re describing,” she said.“I know what word you mean.”“Stalking.”The man didn’t flinch.He absorbed it the way s
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Karl’s POVI sat on the plastic bench nearest the booking corridor and took out my phone.I held it at an angle—tilted slightly, thumb hovering over the screen—the universal posture of a man reading something boring while waiting.The bench was hard and the plastic was cold through my pants. The folder sat on my lap with its useless photographs and its useless nails and its useless timeline.None of that mattered because ten feet away, a man was being processed for something involving Harrison Emerson and the A-road and last night.The processing window was separated from the lobby by a waist-high partition and a pane of reinforced glass that stopped about two feet short of the ceiling.Sound carried.Not cleanly—the words arrived broken, half-swallowed by the ambient noise of the station—but enough.“—just need you to walk us through it one more time, from the beginning,” one of the officers said.She had a clipboard and she was clicking a pen, the same clicking that the other office
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Karl’s POVThe officer at the desk was a heavy-set man with reading glasses pushed up onto his forehead. He had a newspaper folded open to the crossword beside his keyboard, a pen resting in the crease.“Morning,” he said, not looking up.“I need to report a series of incidents,” I said.He reached for the pen, pulled a form from a stack to his left, and clicked the pen once. “Go ahead.”I laid out the photographs first, then the nails in their bags, then the timeline.The same order I’d used yesterday, at the other station, with the sergeant who’d recommended pest control.I’d rehearsed it on the drive over, cutting the explanation down to its bones—snake, nails, woman, pattern.He listened. I’ll give him that.He listened the way someone filling dead time before shift change listens, with the patience of a man who had nowhere better to be for the next eleven minutes and was willing to let me use them.“And where did these incidents occur?” he asked when I’d finished.I gave him my p
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Karl’s POVI stayed one more night.My mother packed leftover shepherd’s pie into a glass container with a blue lid that didn’t quite snap shut on one side, so she wrapped an elastic band around it twice and handed it to me with a look that said the elastic band was non-negotiable and I was not to remove it.“And these,” she said, pressing a paper bag into my other hand. “From the garden. They’re Braeburns. Your father says they’re not ready but they’re ready, I don’t care what he thinks.”“Mom—”“And there’s half a loaf of that sourdough you liked. I froze the other half so don’t let me forget to give it to you next time.”“Mom, I’ll be fine.”“You look thin,” she said, ignoring me completely. “You’re not eating properly, I can tell. You’ve got that look.”“What look?”“The look,” she said, as if that explained everything.She straightened the collar of my coat with both hands, pulling the fabric flat, her fingers moving with the quick competence of someone who’d been straightening c
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Estelle’s POVChloe’s bedroom door creaked open and she wandered out rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair a tangled mess, still in her pyjamas.“What’s for breakfast?” she asked groggily.I shoved Karl’s phone back at him so fast I nearly dropped it and forced my face into something that probably l
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Estelle’s POVKarl called on Thursday evening and I answered because I hadn’t spoken to him in over a week and the guilt was eating me alive.“How are you doing?” he asked carefully.I lasted about three seconds before I broke down. “She’s not eating, Karl. She’s having nightmares every night. She j
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Estelle’s POVDinner was a disaster dressed up in fairy lights and white tablecloths.Chloe sat between Karl and me picking apart a piece of grilled chicken she’d normally devour, separating it into smaller and smaller shreds and rearranging them on her plate without lifting a single one to her mout
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Harrison’s POVI drove home grinning so wide my face hurt.Lucas sat in the back seat behind me with the coral reef poster balanced across his knees, both hands holding it flat so the glued pieces wouldn’t shift.He’d been talking since we left Estelle’s building—a solid, unbroken stream about the p
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