Queens of Crime: 3-Book Thriller Collection. Kimberley Chambers

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СКАЧАТЬ Donald asked, when Christopher pulled the wrapping paper off the plastic policeman’s helmet.

      Unable to stop himself, Christopher burst into uncontrollable tears. How could he ever wear that hat and join the police force now after he had told such an awful lie?

      ‘Whatever’s the matter, love?’ Mary asked, holding her sobbing son in her arms.

      Christopher could hide the truth no longer. ‘I lied to the police. Vinny did kill that man. I saw him do it.’

      Outraged by his son’s confession, Donald let out a few expletives, then clouted the boy around his ear. ‘How could you lie to the police, Christopher? Your mother and I brought you up to be honest. Disgusted with you, I am. Bloody appalled!’

      When Nancy began to cry as well, Mary ordered her husband to calm himself. ‘Hitting Christopher is not the answer here, Donald. You need to take him down to the police station to sort this mess out once and for all.’

      ‘Why did you lie to us all, boy? Why?’ Donald bellowed, his face red with temper.

      ‘Vinny threatened to hurt you, Mum and Nancy if I told the truth. Please don’t tell the police, Dad. Vinny scares me so much,’ Christopher begged.

      Donald paced up and down the room in a total frenzy.

      ‘It’s OK. It’s not your fault,’ Mary soothed, putting a comforting arm around her son.

      ‘Please can we go back to Stoke Newington, Mum? Me and Christopher hate living here,’ Nancy pleaded.

      ‘Let’s see what happens after your dad has spoken to the police, love,’ Mary croaked, in a voice that sounded nothing like her own.

      Donald turned to his wife. ‘I am not going to the police. Our lives will be hell if Christopher now admits to what he saw. He will be tarnished as a liar for the rest of his life, and we will forever be looking over our shoulders for repercussions from the Butler family.’

      ‘Well, what do you suggest we do then, Donald? A man has died. We can’t just let his killer roam the streets,’ Mary pointed out.

      ‘Oh, yes we can. We have to for our own safety. I will not have my children’s lives put in danger, Mary. We must pack up our belongings and leave this café immediately. We can then put the property on the market, and start afresh in a much nicer area.’

      ‘But we can’t just do a moonlight flit, Donald. I love this café. You know I do.’

      ‘And I love my children and you, Mary, which is why we have to leave.’

      ‘I’m so sorry I lied to you, Dad,’ Christopher cried. He felt so guilty. Everything was his fault.

      Donald crouched down and stared his son in the eyes. ‘You did what you thought was right to protect your family, son, and I’m sorry that I hit you. What you told us today, I want you to now forget about. Can you do that for me?’

      Relieved that he wasn’t about to be carted off to the police station, Christopher managed a weak smile. ‘Yes, Dad.’

      Donald stood up. ‘And that goes for all of us. What Christopher admitted to today, I never want to hear mentioned again. Do we all agree on that?’

      When her mother nodded her head, Nancy did the same.

      ‘Right, that’s settled then. Now, let’s start packing. The quicker we get out of this hellhole, the better.’

      Donald fitted as many of his family’s belongings into the boot of the car as he could, then darted back into the café. Being Christmas Day, the street was empty, and that had pleased him immensely.

      ‘Where are we going to live then, Dad?’ Christopher asked chirpily. The thought of never having to see Vinny Butler again was already a weight off his young shoulders.

      ‘We are going to stay with your Auntie Phyllis in Ilford for a couple of days, and once the Christmas period is over, I will find us a place of our own to live.’

      When Donald ordered the children to get in the car, Mary looked at her husband in despair.

      ‘I know you’re upset, my darling, but we will open another café one day, I promise you that,’ Donald said, sadly.

      Unable to stop herself, Mary turned around to take one last look at her broken dream. She then burst into a sea of tears.

      Vivian wiped the last of the dishes with the tea towel, then patted her bloated stomach. ‘Bleedin’ handsome that turkey, weren’t it? Melted in me mouth, it did. You cooked that to a tee.’

      Ignoring the compliment, Queenie whispered in her sister’s ear. ‘Something is wrong with my Vinny today. He ain’t himself, you know, and he left all his Christmas pudding. He always eats his pudding, Vivvy.’

      ‘Perhaps he was full up, Queenie. It was a big dinner you cooked. Vinny seems all right to me. He’s been laughing and joking with the kids all day,’ Vivian whispered back.

      Queenie shook her head. Nobody knew her Vinny like she did and something was troubling him. ‘Come on, let’s go and put some music on in the lounge.’

      The sing-a-long was still going strong two hours later. Michael had bought his mum a Gracie Fields album for Christmas and Queenie and Vivian were even doing the hand movements as they sang ‘Wish Me Luck As You Wave Me Goodbye’ for the fourth time at the top of their voices.

      ‘Can we please have some rock and roll on now, Mum?’ Lenny asked impatiently, tugging on Vivian’s arm.

      ‘No. I want to play the Beatles,’ Brenda whinged.

      ‘Let Lenny put his rock and roll on first, Bren, then you can put your Beatles on straight after,’ Queenie ordered.

      When the sound of Buddy Holly filled the lounge, Queenie proudly studied her boys. All three were incredibly handsome and looked so smart today. Vinny and Roy were always suited and booted, but even Michael was dressed up in his blue tonic suit and as he discussed a bit of business regarding the club with Roy, Queenie thought how grown-up he suddenly seemed.

      Aware that Vinny wasn’t really listening to his brothers’ conversation, Queenie watched him light up his cigar. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders as he took his first puff and she wondered if it was to do with the man he had accidently stabbed to death.

      Even though as a mother Queenie knew you should love all your children equally, she had always had a special bond with her Vinny. He was her first-born, so surely the way she felt about him was understandable?

      ‘You OK, Mum?’ Vinny asked, clocking his mother staring at him.

      Queenie jumped out of the armchair and gestured to her eldest.

      Vinny followed his mum upstairs and sat awkwardly on the edge of her bed. ‘You’re not missing Dad, are you?’ he asked her.

      ‘You having a bleedin’ laugh, or what? Best Christmas I’ve ever had without that drunken old drop-out sitting in the chair scratching his cobblers.’

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