The Perfect Neighbors: A gripping psychological thriller with an ending you won’t see coming. Rachel Sargeant

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      “He’s a super chap. Dignified,” Jerome added. “But probably time the old boy retired.”

      “He’s been lonely since his wife died but I do what I can to include him,” Louisa said.

      Chris folded his hands behind his head. “If you ask me, he’s no lonelier than he was before. With all that obsessive cleaning, the only way to get attention from a Hausfrau is to lie on your back covered in dust.”

      Helen was shocked at the open insult to the German locals. She glanced across the table to Gary. He stopped smiling and winced. She thought it was apologetic; it damn well ought to be. What kind of neighbourhood had he brought her to?

      After dessert, Louisa took coffee orders. Helen stacked the plates and followed her into the kitchen. The room was space age: white units, black granite tops, built-in cooker. She opened the bin to scrape the plates and saw a heap of hot cross buns at the bottom. So that’s what Louisa thought of Mel’s food offering.

      “Where shall I put this?” Mel appeared with leftover gateau.

      “Bio bin,” Louisa said.

      “I’ll do it.” Helen took the plate from Mel to prevent her seeing inside the bin.

      Jerome came in to say goodbye; he was leaving before Polly to be with their girls. When Helen went back to the dining room, there was no sign of Gary, Damian, or Chris.

      “They’ve gone to the den, in the cellar,” Louisa explained. “It’s very much Damian’s lair; it stops the men making the lounge untidy.” She gave a little giggle. It sounded like a hiccup.

      She invited the women into the lounge but didn’t ask them to sit down. As if at some late-night cocktail party, they stood in the middle of the room. Helen longed to sink into one of the cream sofas which beckoned her like a bubble bath. The herbal scent that she’d encountered in the hallway was stronger here.

      Louisa noticed her sniffing. “It’s lavender. I’ll give you a sample before you leave. I’m a qualified aromatherapist, but only work part-time now that I’m chair of the Parents’ Association and on the Board of Governors.”

      “I don’t know how you do it all,” Polly said.

      “I try,” Louisa said and smoothed down a chiffon sleeve.

      Helen glanced at her watch. Midnight. How much more of Superwoman could she endure? She excused herself to go to the loo and went to find Gary.

      ***

      The cellar in Gary’s house was about as attractive as a multistorey car park, but when she stepped over Toby’s school bag and descended into Damian’s den it was like heading into a nightclub. Red tiles on the walls and another wooden floor. The first room was decked out like a cinema with a huge flat-screen TV, easy chairs, and a popcorn machine. She could hear the men in the room beyond. As she approached, she heard Chris’s voice.

      “You need to lighten up, mate. Club Viva’s in the past. What’s done is done.”

      And Gary’s reply, “Steve texted me again.”

      They were standing around a pool table, holding cues. Gary rubbed the bridge of his nose.

      They looked shocked when they saw her, as if she’d caught them in the act of something. Was it because a female had invaded their beer den, or something else?

      Gary coughed awkwardly. “Are you ready to go, love?” he asked, resting his cue against the wall. “It’s time we called it a night.”

      Whenever they caught up with friends in England, he’d party into the small hours until she dragged him away. But tonight he seemed ready to leave his colleagues. Maybe he wasn’t as fond of his neighbours as she’d assumed. The thought of how in tune the two of them were was exhilarating. She couldn’t wait to get him home.

      ***

      They made love for the first time since her arrival and she fell asleep in his arms. She woke in the night. Was Louisa at the bloody door again? But it wasn’t the doorbell; it was a staccato tapping noise. Her mind flickered to the face at the Howards’ back fence. An intruder? No, she was being hysterical. The sound must be from next door; Gary had warned her that the walls between the two semis were thin. Chris must be filming night shots for his documentary.

      But the sound was coming from their spare bedroom, the one Gary had set up as a study. She realized she was alone in the bed.

      “Gary?” There was no one else in the house to disturb, but she whispered as she went to him. In the light of the computer game on the screen, he looked grey and there were hollows under his eyes. He was hitting the hand-held controller with his thumbs.

      “You’ll be wrecked in the morning. Come back to bed,” she said.

      He jumped when she spoke. “Sorry, I forgot you were here.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

      He’d got up both nights since she had arrived in Germany; now he didn’t even remember she was there. “Are you happy about us living together?”

      He reached out for her arm. “How can you even ask that? It’s what I’ve wanted ever since we got married. I can’t sleep, that’s all. It’s nothing that you’ve done.”

      “You looked serious in Damian’s cellar tonight,” she said. “What were you talking about?”

      “Can’t remember now. Politics probably. Men don’t only talk about football you know.”

      “What’s Club Viva?”

      In the light of the computer screen, Gary’s face grew paler. He thumbed the games controller, ignoring her question.

      “Gary?”

      “Actually that was football talk,” he said and forced a chuckle. “You caught us out. Did you enjoy the evening?”

      “Polly and Jerome were nice,” she conceded. “And Damian was friendly.” She thought of his lingering smiles across the table. Too friendly maybe. “Is he a bit of a, you know, wanderer?”

      Gary’s eyes shot up from the computer screen. “How would I know?” He sounded defensive, then he shrugged. “Why would he play away when he’s got Louisa? She’s great, isn’t she? What did the two of you talk about?”

      Helen sighed. “I listened more than talked. Are you coming back to bed?”

      “I’ll just finish this,” he said, a desolate look in his eyes.

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       “You’re on the home straight now,” Dad said. “Come July we’ll have a graduate in the family.”

       He lifted my heavy suitcase onto the bed and winced, letting out a sharp breath.

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