Exit Day_Brexit_An Assassin Stalks the Prime Minister by David Laws

Author:David Laws [Laws, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Troubador Publishing
Published: 2018-11-25T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

Monday 18th March 2019; 11 days to go

Erika, focusing all on the bullseye, drew back her throwing arm. There was a rapid whoosh, followed by a sharp metallic vibration. Darts she could do without, so the set of kitchen knives she’d discovered in a shiny mahogany box in a downstairs cupboard, and which she had sharpened to perfection, now became the subject of her latest distraction.

She stooped to pick up another missile. Though she had perfected the throw, many of the knives hit the wire frame of the dartboard and dropped to the floor. Whenever she had a problem to resolve, Erika needed the adrenaline rush of activity to speed the mental process. Action was a vehicle for thought. So she’d purloined the dartboard from Scobie Johnson’s study and rigged it up in her eyrie in the loft. This way she could keep a lookout, think through a solution and purge her frustrations with useful throwing practice all at the same time.

Soon, she would have to go downstairs to prepare her son’s lunch – shepherd’s pie again, insisted upon like the true obsessive he was – but first she knew she had to make a decision. A big decision. Fischer had gone, leaving behind a set of instructions and the instruments for their accomplishment. He’d also left her in a state of bewilderment and perplexity.

This was the man who, when she’d first opened her front door to him, she’d instantly wanted to dispatch with her .38. She would have done so too, if the pistol had been in her belt. Just recompense for all his past betrayals.

But there was that other side: he’d rescued her from a life of torture and drudgery, given her a son, made her important, assigned her a unique role. She hated him and she loved him.

Clang! Another ricochet from the dartboard clattered to the floor while she acknowledged that her desire for revenge had surely faded. Despite all past disappointments she could not deny the strength of their bond.

Whoosh! A particularly sharp knife would stick nicely in the board and this was it, twanging with a satisfying vibration.

Of course there was Harry, and here she experienced a sharp shaft of guilt. Harry had looked after her when her life was on the floor, and continued loyally to extend the hand of a staunch friendship. Only the day before he had demonstrated this with another attempt to engage with Stefan. A farcical conversation, it turned out, about numbers, Harry clearly out of his depth. But then he tried a variation of the normal parental bribery: the offer of a new iPad in exchange for some social interaction by the boy. “Bring a schoolmate home for tea,” he had urged.

“Oh, God!” Stefan had replied. “Do I have to?”

“No swearing!” was Erika’s immediate reaction.

Her son: she had to act in his best interests. For both their sakes, she must cling to the belief, as espoused by Fischer, that seriously bad men who obstructed the public good should be the subject of swift and remorseless removal.

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