The Breakdown: The gripping thriller from the bestselling author of Behind Closed Doors. B Paris A

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘What, to murder her? Rachel, people don’t commit murder over a parking space!’

      ‘I’m sure people have been murdered for less,’ she says dryly. ‘But what I’m worried about now is if somebody else – one of her friends in the office, because she’s bound to have mentioned it – tells the police about the row.’

      ‘I doubt they will,’ I say. ‘But if you’re that worried, why don’t you call the police and tell them yourself ?’

      ‘Because they might start wondering why I didn’t tell them in the first place. It makes me look guilty.’

      I shake my head. ‘You’re reading too much into it.’ I try to smile at her. ‘I think that’s the effect this murder is having on everybody. I had a man over this afternoon to give me a quote for an alarm and I felt really vulnerable being in the house on my own with him.’

      ‘I can imagine. I wish they’d hurry up and find whoever did it. It must be awful for Jane’s husband to know that his wife’s murderer is out there somewhere. Apparently, he’s taken leave of absence to look after the children.’ She picks up the wine bottle and tops up her glass. ‘What about you? How are you doing?’

      ‘Oh, you know.’ I shrug, not wanting to think about Jane’s motherless children. ‘It’s a bit difficult with Jane always on my mind.’ I give a nervous laugh. ‘I almost wish I hadn’t had that lunch with her.’

      ‘That’s understandable,’ she says sympathetically. ‘Did you book in to get an alarm fittted?’

      My shoulders tighten ‘I want to but I’m not sure Matthew’s very keen on having one, though. He’s always said it’s like being a prisoner in your own home.’

      ‘Better than being murdered in your own home,’ she says darkly.

      ‘Don’t.’

      ‘Well, it’s true.’

      ‘Let’s change the subject,’ I suggest. ‘Have you got any business trips coming up?’

      ‘No, not until after my holiday. Only two more weeks, then I’ll be in Siena. I can’t wait!’

      ‘I can’t believe you’ve chosen Siena over the Ile de Ré,’ I tease, because she’s always said she’d never go on holiday to anywhere other than Ile de Ré.

      ‘I’m only going to Siena because my friend Angela has invited me to her villa, remember. Even if it is because she wants to set me up with her brother-in-law, Alfie,’ she adds, rolling her eyes. She takes another sip of wine. ‘Speaking of the Ile de Ré, I’m thinking of going there for my fortieth, women only. You’ll come, won’t you?’

      ‘I’d love to!’ Thinking of getting away makes me feel so much better, and it’ll be the perfect place to give her the present I’ve bought her. For a moment I forget about Jane and soon Rachel is telling me about the places she plans to visit in Siena. For the next hour, we manage to keep the conversation away from anything to do with murder and alarms but, by the time I get home, I feel mentally exhausted.

      ‘Did you have a good time with Rachel?’ Matthew asks, reaching up and giving me a kiss from his seat at the kitchen table.

      ‘Yes,’ I say, slipping off my shoes. The tiles are beautifully cool beneath my feet. ‘And I bumped into Hannah on my way to meet her, so that was nice.’

      ‘We haven’t seen her and Andy for ages,’ he muses. ‘How are they?’

      ‘Fine. I said they must come round for a barbecue.’

      ‘Good idea. How did it go with the alarm man? Did you manage to get rid of him?’

      I take two mugs from the cupboard and switch the kettle on. ‘Eventually, yes. He left his brochure for you to look at. How about you? Did you have a good day?’

      He pushes his chair back and stands, stretching his back, easing the muscles in his shoulders. ‘Busy. I could do without going away next week.’ He comes over and nuzzles my neck. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

      Shocked, I twist away from him. ‘Wait a minute! What do you mean, you’re going away?’

      ‘Well, you know, to the rig.’

      ‘No, I don’t know. You never said anything about going to the rig.’

      He looks at me in surprise. ‘Of course I did.’

      ‘When?’

      ‘I don’t know, it must have been a couple of weeks ago, as soon as I found out.’

      I shake my head stubbornly. ‘You didn’t. If you’d told me, I would have remembered.’

      ‘Look, you even said you’d use the time I was away to work on your lesson plans for September, so that we’d both be able to relax when I got back.’

      Doubt fingers its way into my mind. ‘I couldn’t have.’

      ‘Well, you did.’

      ‘I didn’t, all right,’ I say, my voice tight. ‘Don’t keep insisting that you told me you were going away when you didn’t.’

      I feel his eyes on me and busy myself making the tea so that he can’t see how upset I am. And not just because he’s going away.

SATURDAY, JULY 25TH

      My body clock still hasn’t adjusted to being on holiday so, despite it being the weekend, I’m in the garden early, pulling up weeds and tidying beds, only stopping when Matthew arrives back from the shops with fresh bread and cheese for lunch. We picnic on the lawn and, once we’ve finished, I mow the grass, sweep the terrace, wipe down the table and chairs and dead-head the plants in the hanging baskets. I’m not usually so obsessive about the garden but I feel a pressing need to have everything looking perfect.

      Towards the end of the afternoon, Matthew comes to find me.

      ‘Would you mind if I go to the gym for an hour or so? If I go now, instead of in the morning, I’ll be able to have a lie-in.’

      I smile. ‘And breakfast in bed.’

      ‘Exactly,’ he says, kissing me. ‘I’ll be back by seven.’

      After he’s gone, I begin to make a curry, leaving the door to the garden open for air. I slice onions and dice chicken, singing along to the radio as I cook. In the fridge, I discover the bottle of wine we started a couple of evenings ago and pounce on it. I pour what’s left into a glass and carry on with the curry, sipping the wine as I go along. By the time I’ve finished in the kitchen, it’s almost six o’clock, so I decide to have a long, bubble-filled bath. I feel so relaxed that it’s hard to remember the relentless anxiety that had burdened me last week. This is the first day that I’ve managed to push all thought of Jane to the back of my mind. It’s not that I don’t want to think about her, it’s just that I can’t stand the constant guilt. No matter how much I want to I can’t turn the clock back, I can’t not live my life because I didn’t realise it was Jane in the car that night.

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