Desolate Hearts by Robin Roughley

Author:Robin Roughley [Roughley, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-17T22:00:00+00:00

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The man lay on the bed, eyes closed as he relived the moment he separated the head from the body, the blood spewing into the snow, the legs thrashing.

He smiled in grim satisfaction; when he thought of where he had placed the head his smile grew even wider.

Then his phone chimed, the smile slipped a little, his wife's name flashed on the screen taking the smile and twisting it into a grimace of loathing.

Swinging his legs from the bed, he planted his bare feet on the floorboards and took a deep breath before answering.

'Morning,' he said, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible.

'I'm just ringing to let you know that I'll be staying here over the Christmas period.'

'Can I ask why?'

'I told you yesterday, I need some space and Sam is happy playing with his cousins.'

His left hand grabbed the corner of the mattress, his grip tightening in anger. 'What about his presents?'

'Look, the snow is terrible and there's no way I'm risking coming all the way out there to get them, once it's cleared then we can sort out how we can get them to him.'

'I could come over to you and…'

'No,' she snapped.

Closing his eyes, he fought to keep control of the anger, knowing that the only reason she had rung was to try and goad him into a response, something she could use to her advantage. 'OK, whatever you think's best.'

'I'll ring you in a few days and…'

'Well, don't forget once the snow clears I'm getting the house valued. I mean, a place like this should sell fast and then we can move to wherever you want.'

'Like I said, I'll ring you in a few days.'

'Have you any ideas about where you want to live?' he asked.

He could almost hear her frustration charging the warm bedroom air.

'To be honest, I haven't given it much thought,' she lied.

He almost blurted out that it was hardly surprising considering the night before she had been fucking the man she worked for.

'Well, take a look online and let me know what you find.'

'Like I said, we'll talk more about it after Christmas.'

'No problem.'

The phone beeped and died, and he rolled back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, his heart thudding, fist clenched, the joy of killing the man in the snow already fading, replaced by the need to slaughter his wife and her boss.

'Patience,'　the voice inside whispered.

Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

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