Chapter Twenty-One: Verity Crane

The woman in the navy coat had been sitting in reception for forty minutes before anybody thought to ask her name.It was the last Tuesday in May, a close, grey, humid afternoon with thunder somewhere to the west, and the forty-first floor was nearly empty. Imogen had gone down to the post room. The receptionist was new and extremely young and had been told by a great many people that Mr Ellison was not to be disturbed. So the visitor sat, quite still, on the edge of the long cream sofa, with her handbag upright on her knees and her hands folded on top of it, and looked at the framed photographs on the wall as though she were reading them.Poppy found her there at ten to four.She had come up for a signature. She stopped dead at the door of the glass-walled lobby, because there was something about the woman that was wrong, in the particular way in which a familiar tune is wrong when it's played in a different key. She was fifty-eight or so, small and straight-backed, with cropped silv

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Break Glass

The thirty-first of May was a Sunday, and it was very quiet.Poppy spent it in her flat, tidying things that did not need tidying. She hoovered the sitting room twice. She reorganised the spice rack by alphabet and then, disgusted with herself, by colour. She watched forty minutes of a documentary about glaciers and could not have said afterwards whether they were growing or shrinking. At five o'clock she rang her mother, who said you sound as if you're waiting for a train, and at seven she ate a bowl of cereal standing up at the kitchen counter, looking at a laminated menu held to the fridge by a magnet shaped like a lemon.He had texted at ten past ten that morning. Hugh has called a board call at 9 tonight. Will run late. I'll ring you at midnight EXACTLY. I promise. I'll tell you everything. T x.She had looked at the word EXACTLY for a long time. It was the kind of word that a person types when he's afraid of a thing, and has told himself that being precise will keep it small.At

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Full Disclosure

He came at seven, as he'd said, and he did not knock.He rang the bell once, and stood on the step, and waited. Poppy, who had not slept, was already sitting at the kitchen table in a jumper with a mug of tea in front of her that she had made two hours ago and not touched. She heard the bell and did not move. She heard it again, much more quietly, as though the finger on it were apologising. Then she got up, and went down the hall, and opened the door.He looked terrible. He was in yesterday's shirt, with a jacket thrown over it, and he had a flat leather folder under one arm and a paper bag in his other hand. His eyes were red. There was a dark smear along his cheekbone where he had, at some point in the night, put his face in his hands and not washed it. And he was wearing shoes. She noticed that. It was the first time she had ever seen him arrive anywhere with his shoes on and his feet properly in them, as if he had come to a funeral or a court."I brought croissants," he said. "I

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All Chapters of What Happened After Midnight: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-One: Verity Crane

Chapter Twenty-Two: Break Glass

Chapter Twenty-Three: Full Disclosure