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Chapter Eighty Four
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Mara Okonkwo-Reyes was kneeling at the back of a small Catholic church in Peckham when Dorian Hale found her, and she was weeping so quietly that he thought at first she was only breathing.
He had followed the trail for three days through a maze of dead ends and false addresses. The flat above the launderette had been abandoned, the landlord swearing that the girl had left a month’s rent in an envelope and vanished. A friend at the sandwich shop had mentioned that she
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IsabellaI slept badly that night, and the rain had stopped by the time that the telephone beside my pillow began to vibrate.It was a few minutes after midnight, and the Kensington house had settled into the particular hush of old buildings, a quiet made of ticking pipes and the faint sighing of curtains. I had lain awake for hours turning over the shapes of the day, Hale in a hospital bed and Mara dragged through a side door and the front page of every newspaper bearing a hand upon my husband’s chest. The handset on the nightstand lit the ceiling with a cold blue glow, and the number on its screen was one that I had never seen before, a long string of digits without a country prefix.I sat up and pulled the coverlet around my shoulders, and I pressed the green icon with a thumb that was steadier than I had expected. For several seconds I heard nothing except the soft hiss of a distant connection, and I thought that I recognised in it the ticking of the b
The CEO’s Ruined Bride: My Ex Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Six
IsabellaThe photograph reached the newsstands before I had finished my first cup of tea, and by noon it had become the only thing that London was willing to discuss.I learned of it from Mrs. Pargeter’s niece, who came into the breakfast room at the Kensington house with a folded newspaper clutched against her apron and the stricken look of a woman carrying a dead bird. She laid it beside my plate without a word and retreated to the doorway, and I understood from the way that she studied the carpet that I would not enjoy what I was about to read. The front page bore a single image across its full width, and above it, in letters an inch high, the headline asked whether the placeholder had been replaced.I looked at the picture for a long time. It showed Travis standing in our foyer in the lamplight with his sleeves rolled and his face turned toward a woman in black wool, and her gloved hand rested on his shirt as though she had every right to be there. The
The CEO’s Ruined Bride: My Ex Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Five
TravisThe Belgravia townhouse looked like a wedding cake left out in the rain, and I stood on its pavement at ten o’clock at night with a leather folder under my arm and a patience that I had not felt in weeks.Hale had telephoned from a hospital corridor an hour earlier, his voice thin with pain and fury. A man dressed as a priest had come out of the shadows beside the confessional in Peckham, and he had fired two shots before Hale could draw his own weapon. One of them had grazed Hale’s ribs, and the other had shattered a stained glass saint, and in the confusion the girl Mara had been dragged through a side door into a waiting van. Hale had survived and had memorised the number plate, and he had said in a low flat voice that every thread in this affair seemed to end in a hand that wore the same silver falcon.I had not answered him with anything useful. I had simply put down the telephone and walked out of the study, because there was one knot in
The CEO’s Ruined Bride: My Ex Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Four
HaleMara Okonkwo-Reyes was kneeling at the back of a small Catholic church in Peckham when Dorian Hale found her, and she was weeping so quietly that he thought at first she was only breathing.He had followed the trail for three days through a maze of dead ends and false addresses. The flat above the launderette had been abandoned, the landlord swearing that the girl had left a month’s rent in an envelope and vanished. A friend at the sandwich shop had mentioned that she lit candles at a church two streets away, and he had arrived at dusk with his collar turned up and his heart sinking. The metadata on the forged drive had led him through four layers of anonymous servers to a laptop registered to her student account, and he had understood that the girl was either a master criminal or a very frightened child.The church was nearly empty, a long dim nave smelling of wax and damp wool, with a single priest murmuring beside a confessional. Mara knelt in the
The CEO’s Ruined Bride: My Ex Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Three
TravisI doubled her guards on the morning after the library, and I did it without speaking to her, which was the first of the cowardices that I committed that week.Hale delivered the order to the Ashbourne house at nine o’clock, standing in a hall of black and white marble with his hat in his hands. He had returned from Wimpole Street with a face like old paper, and he reported what he had found in the ravaged clinic in the stiff voice of a soldier giving evidence at a court martial. Six of my best men took up positions around the terrace, and four more settled into a van at the end of the lane, and I watched the whole operation from the back of a car with the engine switched off.I did not go in. I had meant to, and I had rehearsed the apology for six hours in the study at three in the morning, and my feet had refused to carry me across the pavement. A curtain had moved in an upstairs window, and a pale shape had stood behind the glass for a long
The CEO’s Ruined Bride: My Ex Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Two
PuertoI learned that Isabella was pregnant three days before I learned that the camera in my storage unit had been watching me discover it, and I have never decided which fact frightened me more.The woman in the grey coat had told me to tell no one, and for once I had obeyed her. I pulled the lead from the camera and stamped the lens into the concrete beneath my heel, and I stood among the photographs breathing like a man who had run a mile. Then I went home to the flat in Clerkenwell and sat in the dark with a glass of water, and I let the knowledge settle through me until it found the bottom.It did not make me angry, and that was what astonished me. I had expected jealousy, or the old hot humiliation of the gala, and instead there came a stillness so complete that I could hear the refrigerator humming in the next room. Eliana’s slip arrived the next afternoon, tossed out in the middle of a quarrel about the cost of a christening gown. She had said tha
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