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      I hear her yawning and then a rustle. ‘Can I think about it?’

      ‘No, you can’t,’ I tell her firmly. ‘Come on, out of bed. I’ll see you there.’

      I hang up feeling a little lighter, pushing Susie’s present from my mind. After the news this morning, it feels a small worry in comparison.

      I go back to the kitchen and sit down at the table.

      ‘How does that look?’ Matthew asks, swooping a plate of sausages, bacon and eggs in front of me.

      It looks like I could never eat it but I smile enthusiastically. ‘Great! Thanks.’

      He sits down next to me and picks up his knife and fork. ‘How’s Rachel?’

      ‘Fine. She’s going to come with me.’ I look at my plate, wondering how I’m going to do it justice. I take a couple of mouthfuls but my stomach rebels so I push the rest around for a bit, then give up. ‘I’m really sorry,’ I say, putting my knife and fork down. ‘I’m still full after the meal last night.’

      He reaches over with his fork and spears a sausage. ‘It’s a shame to let it go to waste,’ he says, grinning.

      ‘Help yourself.’

      His blue eyes hold my gaze, not letting it shift away. ‘Are you OK? You seem a bit quiet.’

      I blink quickly a couple of times, sending the tears that are threatening my eyes back to where they came from. ‘I can’t stop thinking about that woman,’ I say. It’s such a relief to be able to talk about it that my words come out in a rush. ‘They said on the radio that the police are treating her death as suspicious.’

      He takes a bite of sausage. ‘That means she was murdered, then.’

      ‘Does it?’ I ask, even though I know that it does.

      ‘That’s usually what they say until all the forensics have been done. God, how awful. I just don’t understand why she would put herself at risk, taking that road at night. I know she couldn’t have known that she’d be murdered, but still.’

      ‘Maybe she broke down,’ I say, clenching my hands together under the table.

      ‘Well, she must have. Why else would anyone stop along such a deserted road? Poor thing, she must have been terrified. There’s no phone signal in the woods so she must have been praying that someone would come along to help her – and look what happened when they did.’

      I draw in my breath, a silent gasp of shock. It’s as if a bucket of ice-cold water has been thrown over me, waking me up, making me face up to the enormity of what I did. I had told myself that she had already phoned for help – yet I knew there was no signal in the woods. Why had I done that? Because I’d forgotten? Or because it had allowed me to leave with a clear conscience? Well, my conscience isn’t clear now. I had left her to her fate, I had left her to be murdered.

      I push my chair back. ‘I’d better go,’ I tell him, busily picking up our empty mugs, praying he doesn’t ask me if I’m OK again. ‘I don’t want to keep Rachel waiting.’

      ‘Why, what time are you meeting her?’

      ‘Eleven. But you know how busy the town is on Saturdays.’

      ‘Did I hear that you’re having lunch with her?’

      ‘Yes.’ I give him a quick kiss on the cheek, wanting to be gone. ‘I’ll see you later.’

      I fetch my bag and take the car keys from the hall table. Matthew follows me to the door, a piece of toast in his hand.

      ‘I don’t suppose you could pick up my jacket from the cleaner’s, could you? That way I can wear it tonight.’

      ‘Sure, have you got the ticket?’

      ‘Yes, hang on.’ He fetches his wallet and hands me a pink ticket. ‘It’s paid for.’

      I slip it into my bag and open the front door. Sunlight streams into the hall.

      ‘Take care,’ he calls as I get into the car.

      ‘I will. Love you.’

      ‘I love you more!’

      *

      The road into Browbury is already heavy with traffic. I tap the steering wheel nervously. In my haste to get away from the house, I hadn’t thought about how it would feel to be in the car again, sitting in the same seat I’d been in when I saw the woman in the car. In an attempt to distract myself, I try to remember the present I’d suggested for Susie. She works in the same company as Rachel, in the Admin section. When Rachel said that everybody had agreed to my suggestion, I’m guessing she was referring to their group of friends from work. The last time we’d met up with them had been around a month ago and I remember Rachel talking about Susie’s fortieth birthday party, taking advantage of the fact that she hadn’t been able to join us that night. Was it then that I’d come up with an idea for a present?

      By some miracle, I find a parking space in the street not far from Fenton’s department store and make my way to the tea room on the fifth floor. It’s crowded but Rachel is already there, easily visible in a bright yellow sundress, her dark head of curls bent over her mobile. Two cups of coffee sit on the table in front of her and I feel a sudden rush of gratitude for the way she always looks out for me. Five years older, she’s the sister I never had. Our mothers had been friends and because her mother worked long hours to support the two of them – having been abandoned by her husband not long after Rachel was born – Rachel had spent a large part of her childhood at our house, to such an extent that my parents affectionately referred to her as their second daughter. When she’d left school at sixteen to begin working so her mother would be able to work less, she’d made a point of coming over for dinner once a week. She was especially close to Dad and had mourned him almost as much as I had when he died, knocked down by a car outside our house. And when Mum had become ill and couldn’t be left alone, she would sit with her once a week so that I could go shopping.

      ‘Thirsty?’ I try to joke, nodding at the two cups on the table. But my words sound fake. I feel conspicuous, as if everyone somehow knows that I saw the murdered woman last night and did nothing to help her.

      She jumps up and gives me a hug. ‘There was such a queue that I decided to go ahead and order,’ she says. ‘I knew you wouldn’t be long.’

      ‘Sorry, the traffic was bad. Thanks for coming, I really appreciate it.’

      Her eyes dance. ‘You know I’ll do anything for lunch at Costello’s.’

      I sit down opposite her and take a welcome sip of coffee.

      ‘Did you have a wild time last night?’

      I smile and a tiny bit of pressure lifts. ‘Not wild, but it was good fun.’

      ‘Was gorgeous John there?’

      ‘Of course he was. All the teachers were.’

      She grins. ‘I should have dropped in.’

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