Dead Secret. Ava McCarthy

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СКАЧАТЬ black snarl of a cat, flanked by Jodie and Ethan. Wide curves for mouths, vibrant red and yellow clothes. Finger-daubed by Abby.

      The next few pages were the same. But by the last set of drawings, the colours had muted: faded blues, dull browns. With each painting, Ethan’s blob-figure stood further apart from the others, the mouth growing straighter, the features fainter, until finally he had no face at all.

      Jodie shivered. Even little Abby had seen it.

      She closed the pad, cradling it in her lap before setting it back on the seat. Then she lifted her chin, shouldered her bag and clambered out of the car.

      The night air was cool against her skin. Volleys of rockets sizzled skywards, erupting into starbursts over the lake. Her eyes raked the spectators by the water’s edge, hunting for her husband’s lean, elegant frame.

      She threaded through the crowds, the air dry and flinty with the smell of burned-out fireworks. She pushed closer to the shoreline, where the water, normally tea-coloured, looked black and oily in the dark.

      Up ahead, her gaze snagged on a familiar figure: the plump silhouette of Nancy Adams. Jodie went still. For an instant, she caught the other woman’s eye, then Nancy glanced away.

      Something small tugged at Jodie’s chest. Even Nancy was avoiding her now. But she wasn’t surprised. People had been talking, saying Jodie had gone over the edge. For ‘people’, read Ethan.

      She and Nancy had settled in Hillsborough County around the same time, Jodie as Ethan’s Irish bride, Nancy as the new proprietor of Attic Corner, a quirky little café tucked into an art gallery in Peterborough. It was Nancy who’d pitched Jodie’s paintings to the gallery and made them see her potential.

      ‘Us blow-ins got to stick together in this godforsaken place,’ Nancy had said once, hefting a pan of cinnamon rolls from her oven. ‘Especially in the winter. All these blizzards and power outages, snowdrifts barricading your front door. Talk about isolated. Drive you five kinds of crazy.’ She’d given Jodie a probing look, the scent of brown spices billowing from her in waves. ‘Especially way out in the wilderness where you are.’

      Jodie had smiled, shrugging off the concern, her mind skittering away from her own growing misgivings. It was only later she’d admit that the backwoods had turned oppressive.

      The whirr of crickets pulsed from the lakefront.

      Slowly, she pulled away from Nancy, angling wide along the embankment, still scouring the crowds for Ethan.

      ‘Didn’t expect to see you here, Jodie.’

      She whipped around. A blocky, compact figure was stalking towards her, dark eyes pinned to hers. Her heartbeat tripped.

      Zach Caruso, Sheriff of Hillsborough County.

      She slipped a hand inside her bag. Touched the gun like a talisman.

      Caruso halted in front of her, his solid bulk blocking her path. ‘You sure being here is such a good idea?’

      ‘I’m just looking at the fireworks, Zach. Like everybody else.’

      His eyes were watchful. ‘Ethan didn’t mention you’d be along.’

      ‘Ethan doesn’t know.’

      Fireworks exploded overhead, spotlighting Caruso in the dark. His expression was hard and flat with suspicion. He had to be in his fifties, over twenty years Jodie’s senior, but his hair was still thick and dark. That and the high-bridged nose spoke of Italian lineage, but the accent was pure, abrasive Boston.

      His eyes narrowed. ‘Maybe I should let him know. You don’t look too good.’

      ‘I’m okay.’

      Jodie knew how she looked: rail-thin in jeans and T-shirt; skin stretched taut, bare of makeup; up-slanted eyes dull and vacant; straight dark hair unkempt and shoved back behind her ears. Her world had been annihilated. Made desolate. Her appearance was nothing.

      Caruso stepped closer. ‘You had a chance to reconsider things since this morning?’

      Jodie felt her jaw clench as she recalled their earlier encounter, when she’d made the mistake of thinking that the law might be on her side.

      Caruso went on. ‘You were overwrought, I can understand that. After all you’ve been through.’ The sympathy was a mismatch for the guarded look on his face. ‘Ethan says you’re trying to work through it together. I told him, if I can help, he just has to ask.’

      ‘I’m sure he’s glad to know you’ve got his back.’

      ‘You got to understand, making groundless accusations is rash. People can get hurt.’

      His closeness was suffocating. Jodie touched her bag.

      ‘I’m not here to make trouble, Zach. There’s just something I need to give to Ethan.’

      Caruso shot her a wary look. Jodie made her face bland, breezed on.

      ‘He’s catching a ten-thirty flight after the fireworks.’

      ‘I know. He told me.’

      ‘Did he tell you he forgot his passport?’

      His gaze dug into hers, looking for the lie. The explosions paused overhead, and a mosquito whined next to Jodie’s ear. Caruso’s stare was unblinking.

      ‘Not like Ethan to screw up on details,’ he said. ‘Usually has everything under control.’

      ‘I guess everyone slips up once in a while.’

      Caruso dropped his eyes to her bag. She groped for a distraction, gestured at the lake.

      ‘You’re a little way off your turf, aren’t you, Zach?’

      He darted a look out across the water that geographically resided in Cheshire County, close neighbour to his own jurisdiction. He shrugged.

      ‘Doesn’t hurt to broaden your horizons, does it?’

      Jodie eyed the crowd, a new batch of voters for Caruso to get his hooks into. Whatever scheme he was cooking, Ethan was probably involved. She used to wonder what kind of backscratching they had in place to make Ethan align with such a crook. But none of that mattered any more.

      Caruso held out a hand. ‘Why don’t I take him his passport? You get on home, get some rest.’

      She gripped her bag, her heart rate climbing. ‘Thanks, but I want to do it myself.’

      She edged away, sidestepping his bulk.

      ‘I want a chance to say goodbye.’

      Jodie hiked along the lakefront. By now, she’d combed most of the northern shore, and she still hadn’t found Ethan.

      She checked her watch. He was scheduled to leave for the airport any time now. Maybe he’d already gone.

      A rush of dizziness flooded her head. Her encounter with Caruso had left her shaky, but worse was СКАЧАТЬ