Barclay, Linwood - Broken Promise 01 - Broken Promise by Barclay Linwood

Author:Barclay, Linwood [Barclay, Linwood]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, General, Mystery & Detective, Suspense
ISBN: 9781409146445
Google: V1CzBgAAQBAJ
Publisher: Hachette UK
Published: 2015-09-09T23:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-THREE

David

SINCE the first person Jack Sturgess had cautioned me against visiting was Bill Gaynor, I decided to see him first. I didn’t know what I’d ask him, but maybe now, some twelve hours after our first encounter, we’d be able to have something approaching a civil conversation.

Maybe, given that I was the one who’d shown up with Matthew, he’d even want to talk to me. Ask questions about how it all happened.

So I parked Mom’s Taurus out front of his Breckonwood house, and made the trip to the front door. You wouldn’t know anything had happened here earlier in the day. No police cruisers, no yellow crime-scene tape, no news vans. Everyone had been and gone.

The street was quiet, and most of the houses were dark, including this one, save for the light over the front door. At the house next door, however, several lights were still on.

I rang the bell.

I could sense steps within the house, someone approaching the door from the other side. The curtain at the window immediately left of the door opened, and I saw Bill Gaynor take a quick peek at me.

“Go away,” he said. Not shouting, but just loud enough for me to hear through the glass.

“Please,” I said.

The light over my head went out.

And that was that. I wasn’t going to ring that bell a second time. Not after what this man had been through.

I could think of only one other place I might drive by this late at night before I went home to bed. A place I’d been thinking about for a while now.

But before I made it back to the car, I heard the door open on the neighboring house that was still lit up. A man I guessed to be in his eighties, thin and elderly, wearing a plaid housecoat, had taken a step outside.

“Something going on out here?” he asked.

I said, “I’d come by to see Mr. Gaynor, but he’s not in the mood for visitors right now.”

“His wife got killed today,” the man said.

“I know. I was here when he found her.”

The man took another step out of his house, squinted in my direction. “I saw you this morning. I was watching from the window. There was a fight on the lawn, a woman with their baby.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“What the hell’s been going on? I asked the police but they didn’t tell me a damn thing. They had plenty of questions, but weren’t interested in answering mine.”

I cut across the lawn and met him at his front step. “What do you want to know?” I asked him. “My name is David, by the way.”

“I’m Terrence,” he said, nodding. “Terrence Rodd. I’ve lived here twenty years. My wife, Hillary, passed away four years ago, so it’s just me here. But I’m not moving out unless I have to. Guess how old I am.”

“I’m not good at ages,” I said. “Sixty-eight.”

“Don’t mess with me,” Terrence said. “Really, how old do you think I am?”

I pondered. “Seventy-nine,” I said. I

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