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Vows of vengeance: His contract wife Picking Up the Pieces
TorinNobody warns you that the morning after a victory looks exactly like the morning after a disaster, only with better headlines.THE DEAD BRIDE LIVES. That was the biggest daily in Madrid, in letters four inches tall. LAKE HOUSE MURDER PLOT: CALLOWAY PATRIARCH ARRESTED AT BLACKWOOD GALA. A MOTHER RETURNS. Marisol had laid the papers across the kitchen island in a fan, like a hand of cards, and stood behind them with a coffee and the expression of a woman surveying a field she'd have to mow by hand."The good news," she said, "is that we're on every front page in Europe.""And the bad news?""We're on every front page in Europe."I sat down. It was Monday. I had slept, in total, perhaps nine hours since Friday, and I was fairly sure I'd spent an hour on Saturday standing in the shower with the water off. My hands felt too large. I kept finding them in odd places, flat on the counter, around a cup, pressed against my eyes."Numbers," I said.Marisol put down her coffee. "Friday's cl
Vows of vengeance: His contract wife Alone Together
RhoswenThe service stairs went up and up, narrow and concrete and smelling of floor polish, and at the top there was a steel door with a push bar and a sign that said EMPLOYEES ONLY , ROOF ACCESS , ALARM WILL SOUND."The alarm will sound," I said."Mateo disabled it an hour ago." Torin had my hand. He hadn't let go of it since we left the ballroom, not on the staff corridor or the loading dock or the six flights, and I'd stopped noticing, the way you stop noticing your own pulse. "He said, and I quote, that if the chairman wanted to stand on a roof at four in the morning and be unreasonable, that was between him and God.""He's been wanting to say that for months.""I believe so."He leaned on the bar, and the door opened onto the sky.It wasn't dark any more. It wasn't light either. It was that long, grey, weightless hour when the stars have gone and the sun hasn't arrived, and the whole of Madrid lay spread below us like a drawing of itself, in pencil, unfinished. Rooftops. Domes.
Vows of vengeance: His contract wife The Aftermath in the Room
BeatrixChairs lay at angles. The white roses had been trampled underfoot in one corner and rescued, bunch by bunch, by a stooped waiter who laid them back on the tables with great tenderness as if apologising to them. A hole the size of a coin had been found in the ceiling plaster, and two of Valdés's officers stood under it taking photographs. The orchestra had gone home. Someone had opened the tall windows to the terrace, and the cold night air moved through the room and stirred the napkins.And nobody had left.I'd counted them, naturally. Three hundred and ninety-one at the last tally. People sat in knots. They'd moved their chairs without being asked. They'd formed little circles, the old and the young, and they were talking, quietly and urgently, in the half-whispers of people at a wake, and every so often one circle would break and reform and a person would cross the floor with a stunned, open face to speak to someone else.I've worked in rooms like this for eleven years. I kn
Vows of vengeance: His contract wife Arrest
MarisolI have managed press for Torin Blackwood for eleven years, and I would like it noted that nothing in the job description mentioned gunfire.I was standing at the foot of the dais with a phone in each hand and a third buzzing in my bra, which is where I keep the one that matters, when Inspector Valdés finally stood over Graham Calloway and said the words. I'd heard them in a hundred films. They sound entirely different in a gilded ballroom, in a flat, tired, exact voice, with a chandelier still swaying faintly overhead from a bullet nobody had yet found the hole for."Graham Calloway. I am arresting you on suspicion of the attempted murder of Rhoswen Calloway. Of the forgery of the signature of the late Donald Calloway. Of fraud, conspiracy to launder funds, and the unlawful use of a firearm in a public place. And taking a person hostage." She drew a short breath. "I expect there will be more. You have the right to remain silent. I would strongly advise you to use it."He didn'
Vows of vengeance: His contract wife Delphine's Moment
DelphineI have spent most of my life apologising for taking up space, so I'd like to say, for the record, that I took up an entire ballroom.It wasn't planned. Beatrix had said, before the gala, that she'd cue the audio only if there was an emergency, and a pistol pressed against my almost-sister's ribs qualified. She'd been sitting at the sound desk behind the mezzanine, an ancient grey mixer with forty faders and a hand-lettered sign saying DO NOT TOUCH, RIGHT, I MEAN IT, and she'd looked down through the glass at the standoff on the stage and done the single bravest thing I've ever watched a person do with a laptop. All night she'd been mirroring the cuff's feed to her laptop over a tiny wireless link, and now she plugged the laptop into the house system, pushed up a fader, and played back four hours of the worst man in Spain.I stood at the foot of the dais with my wrist lifted like a woman hailing a taxi and my heart going like a drum, and I said, "That's only the beginning, Gra
Vows of vengeance: His contract wife Graham's Last Move
TorinHe came to me during the recess, which should have warned me.I was standing at the edge of the dais with Mateo at my shoulder, watching the crowd churn, trying to remember the last time I'd eaten. Valdés had posted two officers at the east door and a third near the kitchens. Marisol was moving among the tables with a bottle of water and a face like a calm sea. Behind the curtain, in the dust and the cable, my wife was holding her mother. I'd left them alone. I'd decided it was the one thing in the whole night I was sure of."Torin," said Graham.He'd walked up so quietly that Mateo started. I turned. He stood a pace below me with his hands folded in front of him, the old faded ribbon on his lapel, an expression of dignified, weary reasonableness on his face. The tremor had gone. Whatever he'd used to put it away, I admired it."Mr. Calloway.""I wonder if we might speak privately. Man to man.""No.""Then publicly, if you prefer." His voice dropped, courteous, unhurried. "I won
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