Victim of Innocence. Michael Wood
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Название: Victim of Innocence
Автор: Michael Wood
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780008374846
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Victim of Innocence
A DCI Matilda Darke Short Story
MICHAEL WOOD
One More Chapter
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
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Sunday March 6, 2011
Caitlyn Brown was confused. She staggered forward and held out her arms to hold on to something, anything, to stop her from falling.
What the hell had happened?
She heard the front door closing. Was that someone coming in or going out?
‘Hello?’ She called. Her voice slurred, but she had been sober since New Year. ‘Are you still there? Can you help me? I think …’
Steadying herself on the mantelpiece, Caitlyn turned around to face the living room door. It seemed to blur in and out of focus. Was someone about to come in? That wasn’t possible. She made a point of locking and double-locking the front door as soon as she came home from work. Her mother was the only other person with a spare key, and she wouldn’t turn up unannounced, not since the discussion they had about privacy over Christmas.
Caitlyn felt sick and dizzy. She needed to sit down before she fell. She needed a drink. She needed her mother.
Flopping into the armchair, Caitlyn reached over to the telephone and lifted the handset out of its cradle. She stared but couldn’t focus on the buttons. They wobbled in front of her eyes.
She scrolled through the phone’s built-in contacts and pressed the green call button when she saw what looked like the three-letter word ‘mum’. She held the phone to her ear and listened to the echoing ring. It sounded odd, as if it was the only noise in a large empty room.
‘Hello?’ A voice Caitlyn didn’t recognize answered. It sounded slow and deep.
‘Mum? Is that you?’ Caitlyn asked, concern in her slurred speech.
‘Yes. Caitlyn? Are you all right?’
‘I don’t know.’ She ran her hand through her hair. It came away wet. ‘I think there’s someone in my flat.’
‘What? What are you talking about?’
‘Mum? Is that really you?’ Caitlyn’s voice wobbled. It sounded slow in her head.
‘Oh God, Caitlyn, have you been drinking? You promised you’d quit. You’ve been doing so well, too.’
‘Mum, I haven’t been drinking.’
‘Then why do you sound like your dad when he comes home after United have won?’
‘Mum, I haven’t had a drink in months.’ That was a lie, but there was no reason to tell her mother the truth. She would only worry more than she already did.
‘Caitlyn, I’m not stupid. I know drunk when I hear it. СКАЧАТЬ