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The Man Who Was Supposed To Die chapter 33
I told Damien I would think about it.That was Wednesday.By Thursday I had almost talked myself into going. Halcrest was four hours away. June could watch the children for two days. The hearing was important and Damien was right that my testimony was the strongest counter argument to the entrapment claim.I even looked up train times.Thursday night Eli went to bed early, which was unusual because Eli never went to bed early. He was the child who stayed awake reading until I came in and turned the light off, not the child who asked to go to bed at seven thirty.I put my hand on his forehead when I tucked him in.He was warm.Not concerning warm. Children ran warm sometimes. I told myself that and went back to the kitchen and looked at the train times again.At two in the morning he appeared in my doorway.He did not say anything. He just stood there in his pyjamas with his eyes half closed and his cheeks very red and I sat up and looked at him and knew immediately.I took his tempera
The Man Who Was Supposed To Die chapter 32
I called Damien at seven in the morning.He picked up before the second ring."I saw it," he said."When did you find out?""An hour ago. Clara Holt called me."I was standing in the kitchen in yesterday's clothes, having not gone back to sleep after the news alert, and the children were still upstairs and the kettle was boiling and I was trying to think clearly and failing."Can they do that?" I pressed my fingers against the counter. "Can they just file a motion and make all the evidence disappear?""They can file whatever they want." A pause. "Whether it works is a different question.""Damien.""It will not work," he said. "The entrapment argument has no basis. You were placed inside the estate by Roland himself. You were not an operative. The evidence was not obtained through any illegal means. Clara Holt has already started drafting the response.""But it delays things.""Yes.""Which is what he wants.""Yes."I put the kettle down harder than I meant to.Upstairs I heard Clara'
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The morning after I called him I woke up and immediately wanted to call him back and say never mind.I did not do that.I made breakfast instead. Porridge for Eli, who ate whatever was put in front of him without complaint. Toast with the crusts cut off for Clara, who had strong opinions about crusts that I had stopped arguing about six months ago.I stood at the stove and watched the pot and thought about what I was going to say to them.Not how. When.I had been putting the when off since I hung up the phone last night.Clara solved the problem for me.She came into the kitchen, looked at my face the way she always did, and said, "You need to tell us something."I turned around.Both of them were at the table. Eli with his hands folded in front of him. Clara with her chin on her fist. Both looking at me like they had been expecting this conversation for a while and were ready to have it."Your father is going to come and visit," I said.Clara sat up straight.Eli did not move."When
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I did not call back.I told myself I needed to think about it first. Then I told myself I was busy. Then three days passed and I was still telling myself things and the assistant's number was still sitting undialled in my recent calls and Clara had stopped asking about it which was somehow worse than if she had kept asking.Life kept going the way life does.Monday. Clinic. Pickup. Dinner. Bath. Bed. Tuesday. Same. Wednesday. Same.I was good at the same. I had built the same on purpose. The same was safe and manageable and mine.Thursday morning I found a letter in the postbox.No stamp. No return address. Just my name on the front in handwriting I did not recognise, pushed through the slot sometime between Wednesday night and Thursday morning.I stood on the front step in my coat with my keys in my hand and looked at it.June's door opened."Post?" she said."Letter," I said.She looked at it. "No stamp.""I know," I said."Someone put it through by hand," she said."I know, June."
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The thing nobody tells you about raising children alone is that it is not the big moments that break you. It is not the hospital visits or the bad dreams or the days when they cry and you do not know why. You can handle those. You brace for those. It is the Tuesday afternoon when both children are tired and hungry and you are also tired and hungry and the electricity bill arrived that morning and it is higher than you planned for and Clara is on the floor of the supermarket refusing to get up because you said she could not have the biscuits with the cartoon on the box and Eli is standing beside her with his hands in his pockets looking at the ceiling because he has decided the best strategy is to pretend he does not know either of you. That is the one that gets you. "Clara," I said. "Get up." "No," she said. "We are in the middle of the supermarket." "I know," she said. An older woman with a trolley slowed down to look at us. I smiled at her. The smile of a mother who h
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I read the message. Each time I read it my stomach dropped a little further. My name is Clara. You are my father. We live in Maren. My mummy has been keeping us safe. We are ready for you to come now.Posted twelve minutes ago. On a public platform.Connected to Voss Industries media account.I deleted the account in thirty seconds flat, hands shaking the whole time, pressing the wrong buttons twice before I got it right. Gone. Account deleted. Message gone.I sat on the bedroom floor and stared at the ceiling.Twelve minutes.It had been live for twelve minutes.Damien Voss had a security team that monitored that platform around the clock. I knew that from the case file. I knew that from four years of paying attention to everything connected to his name.Twelve minutes was either too long or not long enough.I did not know which.I did not sleep that night.I lay in bed and watched the ceiling and checked my phone every twenty minutes and told myself to stop checking my phone and che
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