Apple of My Eye: The gripping psychological thriller from the USA Today bestseller. Claire Allan

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      ‘And your husband’s in London, like the note says?’

      My face blazes with embarrassment or shame, I can’t decide. My name is Eliana and I can’t keep my man. I feel my wedding ring pinch at my finger. It’s started to get too tight, but that doesn’t mean I want to take it off.

      ‘We’ll have to talk to him, of course,’ William says.

      ‘Of course,’ I nod.

      ‘And when is he due back from London?’

      ‘Tuesday,’ I reply. ‘He’s working there.’

      William nods, as does Deirdre. I wonder what else they’ve dealt with tonight. Do they think I’m just some crazy woman with a cheating husband? A waste of police resources.

      ‘If you give me his number, I’ll give him a call. Ask a few questions.’

      ‘Of course,’ I tell her. ‘I imagine he’ll be worried. The security company will probably have called him first.’

      I rhyme his number off. It’s one of only two mobile numbers I remember by heart – his and mine. Deirdre writes it down, stands up, takes her phone from her pocket and taps in the number. She walks out of earshot just after I hear him answer. I’m tempted to follow her … I want to hear his reaction. His first reaction.

      William speaks again. ‘We’ll investigate all angles,’ he says. ‘We’ll get SOCO out as early as possible in the morning to examine the scene.’

      ‘Can they not come now?’ my mother asks, a hint of impatience.

      He shakes his head. ‘Afraid not. It’s more useful if they come when the light’s better. They can get a good look at any unusual tyre tracks or the like. We’d ask you not to disturb anything before they get here.’

      I feel embarrassed again. I’ve already lifted the rock, read the note. I did cover my hands, but I probably should’ve left it where it was.

      ‘It’s possible Mr Hughes’ll be able to shed some light on everything,’ William says, nodding in the direction of his colleague.

      ‘Well, it was hardly him, he’s out of the country. I told you that,’ my mother fusses.

      I say nothing. I know exactly what this policeman isn’t saying. This is a domestic. A wronged husband maybe, making sure that his hurt is shared by me, and by default Martin. I think of the note in my bag. The note that just hours ago I was convinced I was going to bin.

      ‘There’s something else I need to show you,’ I tell him.

      I can see my mother’s eyes widen. I blush again as I get up and go to fetch my bag from the hall. She’ll be annoyed that I didn’t tell her about it when it happened. But it was so vague and I didn’t want to believe it. I still don’t want to believe it.

      It’s a bit more crumpled, but it’s still there. I pull it out, straighten it and hand it to William. He pauses to put on latex gloves before taking it from me. I suppose it’s evidence now. I really must ask his full name again. His rank.

      ‘Sorry, my head’s all over the place. Can you tell me your name again?’

      ‘Constable William Dawson,’ he replies, not looking up from the note. ‘And where did this come from?’

      ‘What is it?’ my mother asks impatiently.

      ‘It was delivered to my work. No postmark, so I think hand-delivered. No one saw who left it; I asked our admin officer.’

      ‘And when was this?’

      I try to think … two days ago, wasn’t it?

      ‘The day before yesterday.’

      I’m aware of my mother’s sharp intake of breath beside me.

      ‘And what actually is it, Eliana?’ she says.

      I notice William, Constable Dawson, look up at her. Her motherly tone is fierce when in full flow.

      ‘A note, Mum,’ I say.

      ‘Well clearly,’ she says. ‘But what does it say?’

      Dawson holds it out in her direction. ‘Can you make sure not to touch it? We’ll be taking this with us for forensic analysis.’

      She nods, and leans towards the note. Her eyes widen and I see her hand go to her chest, to finger the gold crucifix she always wears. I watch as she inhales and turns to me, puts her hand on my knee.

      ‘This doesn’t mean anything, Eli. None of this. You’re not to be annoying yourself about it.’

      I almost laugh. She’s trying to tell me this is nothing while we sit in a house that’s been broken into, talking to two police officers.

      ‘This puts a different slant on things,’ Dawson says. ‘Multiple letters.’

      ‘Two is hardly multiple,’ I hear my mother interject.

      I ignore her, nod to Dawson.

      ‘I don’t understand why anyone would do this,’ I say.

      ‘Sheer malice,’ my mother says. ‘Some people have so little to bother them that they put a pregnant woman through this ordeal.’

      ‘We’ll see what we can find out. Check for any CCTV close by, see if we can pick up the car on it. There are a number of avenues we can look at,’ Dawson says, his expression sympathetic.

      Deirdre walks back in. ‘I’ve spoken to your husband. He’s obviously concerned about you.’

      ‘I’ll call him soon,’ I say, thinking there are one or two questions I need to ask him myself.

      She looks at her colleague. ‘Mr Hughes says he can’t think of anyone who may hold a grudge and says there is no truth at all to the allegations in the note. I’ve asked him to come and see us on Tuesday when he arrives home.’

      ‘There’s a second note,’ Dawson says. ‘Similar kind of thing. I’ll just bag it here for evidence.’ He takes a small plastic bag from his pocket and slips the note in, sealing it afterwards and handing it Deirdre. She reads it through the clear plastic and looks back at me, sympathy written all over her face. I imagine she thinks I’m deluded too.

      ‘That’s your crime reference number. You’ll need that when you contact your insurance company. My number’s there, but obviously I’m on night shifts at the moment, so you won’t be able to reach me during the day. I’ll get a colleague to call you in the morning, or they might come out with SOCO,’ Dawson says.

      I nod.

      ‘It’s entirely up to you if you want to stay here tonight,’ he said. ‘But obviously we’d advise you to make sure the property’s СКАЧАТЬ