29 Seconds by T.M. Logan & T.M. Logan

Author:T.M. Logan & T.M. Logan [Logan, T.M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Bonnier Publishing Fiction
Published: 2018-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

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Be calm, she told herself. Focus. Now this thing is done, this debt has been paid – whether you wanted it to happen or not. Now you have to be smart, to do what is necessary to make sure that this act of violence never, ever, attaches itself to you or your family. It must not even come close.

She had to think clearly. Gripping the edge of the kitchen worktop, knuckles white, she stared out of the window. What now? What was the first thing she should do, right away? The first priority had to be getting rid of any evidence, anything at all that connected her to Volkov. She realised with a start that she still had the mobile phone that he had given her. She had meant to throw it away, but she’d forgotten. Deep down she had never really thought anything would happen.

But now it had.

She found the little Alcatel phone in the bottom of her handbag and turned it over in her hand, still not believing what she had unleashed with a single phone call. How many ripples would flow out from that call? How far would they reach?

She opened it and switched it on. The battery still had 58 per cent charge.

She selected Contacts and dialled the number again, just in case it had been reconnected, hope rising in her chest that perhaps she could still do something to change the course of whatever it was she had begun.

The line was dead. Just like before.

The number was useless, but for some reason she didn’t want to lose it forever. She found a Post-it note, scribbled Volkov’s number on it, and tucked the note into her purse.

The phone had to go. But where? The dustbin wasn’t due to be emptied for another ten days. That was no good. It had to be away from here, away from her home and her children. Somewhere it would never be found.

She put the phone in a plastic bag, fetched a handful of heavy stones from the garden and dropped them in, before tying the top of the bag in a rough knot.

Wait. What about fingerprints?

She went into the utility room by the back door and fetched her gardening gloves from the cupboard under the little sink, pulling them on. She undid the plastic bag, tearing it in the process, and took the phone out again. How was this done? She had seen it on TV but had no idea whether it worked in reality or not. She took a wet wipe from the packet next to the washing machine and wiped the phone down thoroughly, handling it only with her gloved hands. When she was content she’d wiped every part of it, she dried it with a towel from the washing basket and tucked it back into the plastic bag. Wrapping the bag tightly with a length of Sellotape, she wedged it into her handbag. There was something else she should do, she felt sure of it, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

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