Mine: The hot new thriller of 2018 - sinister, gripping and dark with a breathtaking twist. J.L. Butler

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СКАЧАТЬ not, I promise,’ I replied, shaking my head. ‘I am a jobbing barrister, in debt, thanks to thousands of pounds’ worth of unpaid invoices.’

      ‘You’ll get paid. The banks know you’re good for it. And then you’ll be rich.’

      Rich, I scoffed quietly. My family thought I was rich, but everything was relative, and in London, mixing with lawyers and businessmen like Martin Joy, it was easier to view my financial situation through another prism. Perhaps if I made silk, things would change. I would land big, juicy cases, my hourly rate would double, so that one day I might even be able to afford one of those Georgian houses in Canonbury – the ones that had drawn me to the N1 postcode in the first place, the ones I still liked to walk past and dream about.

      I thought about the £15,000 I would need to find from somewhere and took a commiseratory slug of beer, though I knew I shouldn’t.

      ‘You know, today, I was dealing with someone who spends £24,000 a year on lunch,’ I said, dipping a dumpling into some soy.

      Pete shook his head. ‘And you’re missing a birthday night out on account of these people.’

      He laughed and I knew he had a point.

      ‘I’m acting for the husband in that particular divorce. But you’ll be glad to know that tomorrow’s case, the case I should be preparing for, is a more deserving cause.’

      ‘Another poor rich husband about to get screwed,’ he smiled.

      ‘Actually, no. My client’s a man who is about to lose access to his kids. Just a regular guy who found his wife in bed with another man.’

      ‘People,’ said Pete quietly.

      I nodded. ‘I bet you’re glad you only have to deal with computers all day. Things that don’t have feelings.’

      ‘Yet.’

      ‘Yet?’

      ‘If you subscribe to one model of how our brains create consciousness, you’ll believe that sentient computers will never exist. Other schools of Artificial Intelligence thought believe that the day is coming when computers will be able to imitate humans.’

      ‘That’s a scary idea. They’re going to make us all redundant, aren’t they.’

      ‘Some jobs are more future-proof than others.’

      ‘Like divorce lawyers?’

      ‘Machines are logical. Love and relationships are anything but. I’d say you’ll be all right for the foreseeable future.’

      ‘Glad to hear it, with a new roof to pay for.’

      There was a long silence. We had eaten our food and run out of conversation.

      ‘I should get on with some work.’

      Scooping up the leftovers, I took the plates into the kitchen. When I turned round, Pete was in the doorway. He took a step towards me and cupped his hand on my jaw. Gasping in surprise, I didn’t have time to think whether he had misinterpreted this as a sign of my desire, because his lips were already on mine. I could taste the ginger and yellow bean on his breath. His saliva smeared across my cheek.

      ‘Pete, you’re my friend. And you’re drunk,’ I replied, pulling away.

      ‘Sometimes you need to get drunk,’ he said.

      I took a step away from him. I couldn’t say his approach had been a complete surprise. The way he had loitered outside with the takeaway should have alerted me.

      ‘It’s the age difference, isn’t it?’ I registered the pique in his voice. Men and their self-confidence. ‘If I was a thirty-seven-year-old man and you were my age, no one would even bat an eyelid.’

      I felt guilty, cruel. I don’t suppose he had any reason to think I would turn him down. After all, I had invited him up to my flat, for dinner, on my birthday.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ I said quietly. ‘I know I’m a miserable old spinster, but I like it this way.’

      ‘Do you?’ he said, challenging me.

      ‘I work eleven hours a day, Pete, I come home, and I work some more. There’s no room for anything else.’

      ‘Stop blaming your job.’

      There was a time when I wouldn’t have cared that Pete was not my type, when we’d have ended up in the bedroom, but tonight, I just wanted him to go.

      ‘I should leave,’ he said flatly.

      I nodded and he exited the flat without another word. And as I closed the door behind him, I leant forward, pressed my head against the door and puffed out my cheeks.

      ‘Happy birthday’, I whispered, desperate for the day to be over.

       Chapter 4

      There was no getting away from the fact that I needed a new bag. Over the past week, the rip in the seam of my trusty Samsonite case had been getting longer and longer. Work had never been busier, with new instructions and cases springing to life after weeks of dormancy, and the numerous files that needed transporting between court, home and chambers, meant that my bag was one vigorous pull of the zip away from fatal damage.

      I was brought up to be thrifty and part of me thought that I just needed to fix it. But I had no idea who repaired bags these days – cobblers? Tailors? In our consumerist society it seemed our only option was to buy a new one.

      Glancing at my watch, I noted that it was not yet seven o’clock. Burgess Court was well placed for pubs but less convenient for retail therapy. But I calculated that if I took a taxi, I could be on Oxford Street by quarter past, out of there by seven thirty, and home in time for a ScandiCrime drama that was starting that week on cable.

      ‘You off home?’

      Paul was standing at the door to my office with a bundle of files.

      ‘In a minute,’ I replied, fishing around in my desk drawer.

      ‘I’ve got something for you tomorrow, if you fancy it.’

      I knew I should have turned it down but saying no to work had never been one of my strong points.

      ‘What is it?’

      ‘Freezing application tomorrow. Listed for nine thirty.’

      I hesitated; the only reason I had earmarked a night in front of the TV was because my workload for the following day was relatively quiet.

      ‘I can get it biked round to Marie or Tim,’ he offered.

      ‘Give it here,’ I sighed. ‘It’ll save you hanging around for the courier.’

      Paul looked at me, a smile playing on his lips. ‘You know, it’s fine to СКАЧАТЬ