FAZER LOGINMrs Whitmore had them in the small morning room.Beth sat up straight with her hands in her lap. Emma sat beside her and wished she'd brought a different blouse."I'm not sure why you're here," Mrs Whitmore said, to Emma. "This is a family matter.""Beth asked me to come.""She did.""Yes."Mrs Whitmore looked at her daughter. "You asked her to come.""I did." Beth's voice was steady at the start. "Mum, she was there. She's a witness. You can't have a family matter about something that happened to me and then not let me bring somebody who was *there*—""Mind your tone.""I'm not being rude—""You're being rude, Beth." Mrs Whitmore set her cup down. "You came into my room at seven in the morning shaking like a leaf and told me a story about a warehouse,when you should be resting. Go on, then. Tell me the story again, and this time with your witness."So Beth told it.She got about ninety seconds in.Mrs Whitmore's head came round. "Pardon?""I said," Emma said, clearing her throat, "th
Emma didn't know if she should tell him.She stood in that hallway with her shoes still in her hand and watched him come down the last three steps, and in the space of two seconds she went through it forty times. *He'll believe you. Of course he'll believe me . .* And then, right behind it: *With what? What have you got? A wig, a taxi receipt, and two phones that stayed in a car.*No photograph. No recording. Nothing anyone could hold up.Jerry came off the last step and stopped in front of her."I'm going to say this slowly," he said, "because I'm angry, Emma, and it's in the morning, and I'd rather say it slowly than say it badly.""Jerry—""Beth was supposed to be back at nine. At eleven I was ringing jenny her friend , and Jenny hadn't seen her since six, and at midnight I had six men on the north road." His voice was very level, which was worse than shouting. "And you were not at home. So I'll ask you once. Where were you.""I can explain.""Your hand is shaking."Emma
Then she got her hand in the back of Beth's hoodie and pulled, hard, and dragged her sideways into the corner behind the crates, and got her down, and got her own back against the wall. The warehouse was silent. Then Isla's voice, and it came across the whole space like it had been standing next to them. "Who was that?" Silence. The click of a gun carried a long way in a place like that. Emma heard it clearly, and her stomach went to water. "You know," Isla called, pleasantly, "I really would advise you to come out." Beth was crying silently against Emma's shoulder. Emma put one hand flat over her mouth and her other arm round her head and pressed her own mouth against the top of the wig and didn't breathe. "I'm going to count," Isla said. "And then I'm going to come and look." Nothing. "Don't let me find you," Isla said. "Because what I can promise you is only death." Beth's whole body jerked and her elbow went back and caught a stack of flat-packed cartons behin
Isla came out at twenty past six. She came round from the back of the café and stood under the light, before entering into her car "Go," Beth said. "Go, go — not close. Not *close*—" "I know what I'm doing," the driver said, and pulled out two lengths behind with his lights down. They followed her out of the town and onto the north road. The buildings got lower and thinner and further apart, and then it was fence and scrub, and then it was nothing at all. The sky was coming up grey and dirty over the water. "Emma." "Mm." "This isn't a business place." "I can see that." "There's *nothing* out here." Emma looked. There was a long low building with a corrugated roof and letters half fallen off the front. A chain on the gate, only the chain had been cut and the gate stood open a foot. One light on inside. Everything about it looked abandoned and had looked abandoned for years. "Stop here," Emma said. "Not by her. Here, by the trees." The driver pulled onto the
"I followed her." Beth repeated again . " This morning. She was on the phone in the car park and she said she was meeting someone today — something about the north road and *the place near the old yard.* So I checked, and it isn't a business place, Emma. It's an old warehouse. Shut for years. There's nothing out there but the dock and the fence.""*Beth.*""Don't do the voice—""Beth, what is *wrong* with you." It came out louder than she meant and she put a hand over her own mouth and froze.Nothing. The extractor was humming low. The room was quiet.She dropped to a whisper, which was worse."Did you go *alone?*"Beth sighed down the line. "Yeah.""*Beth.*""I'm sorry.""I don't care that you're sorry, I care that we don't know what she's capable of. We don't know if this is her, and we don't know if she's out after you or if she *set this up* to draw someone out. You stood in your mother's drawing room and named her in front of the entire family. She's aware of it." Emma was hold
Emma turned up at the house at half six with a folder under her arm that she had no intention of opening — one papers Jerry had said he'd want to see.What she actually wanted was to look at Beth. The butler took her coat. Jerry came out of the study with his sleeves rolled."She's not here."Emma stopped. "What?". She muttered before pouting she almost wanted to deny the fact she wasn't here for beth but both knew that wasn't true . why did he guess that right she thought huffing quietly. "Beth. She's gone shopping — dragged back at nine and my mother's at a dinner party , also Isla "."So the house is empty.""The house is empty." He replied staring back at her with a small smile .---They had one drink in the study and then he said, "Not in here," and she followed him up.His room was bigger than she'd remembered, and darker than it needed to be. Heavy curtains already drawn at half eight. Two lamps, low. The bed was enormous and dark and the rest of it was waln







