In the Spider's House by Sarah Diamond

In the Spider's House by Sarah Diamond

Author:Sarah Diamond [Diamond, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, Psychological, Mystery & Detective, General
ISBN: 9781631940316
Google: LG-DCwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Felony & Mayhem Press
Published: 2015-03-15T00:00:00+00:00


The following morning, I was stepping into the shower and Carl was getting ready for work when the knock came at the front door. Turning the shower off, I heard him going downstairs and answering it, a brief muffled exchange with a male voice I didn’t recognise. Seconds later, the door was closing again, and Carl was calling up the stairs. ‘Just the postman, Annie. You’ve got a parcel. I think it’s that book you bought online.’

It was the sort of thing that only ever arrived when you weren’t expecting it, and I’d virtually forgotten it existed. I felt ridiculously pleased, as if I’d just received an unexpected present.

‘Thanks,’ I called back, ‘just leave it wherever.’

‘Will do—it’s on the kitchen table. I’m off, anyway.’

‘Have a nice day. See you tonight.’

I heard him leaving, and finished showering as quickly as possible before dressing and rushing downstairs like a small child on Christmas morning. The padded envelope was next to the fruit bowl, www.truecrimebypost.com emblazoned in red above our address. As I tore it open, the receipt fluttered onto the table, ignored. I pulled the book out, and studied its cover for long seconds.

A Mind to Murder, I read, Shocking Stories of Britain’s Most Unexpected Killers. By Linda Piercy. Visually, it could have been designed by an untalented ten-year-old on their class computer—dull red letters on a plain black background, surrounded by a handful of monochrome photographs. Only one leapt out and clamoured for my attention; the posed head-and-shoulders shot, the neat school shirt and tie, the large, pale, expressionless eyes looking directly into the camera. Everything about that cover was as tacky as it was tantalising—it would tell me nothing revelatory in its own right, could all too plausibly infer a great deal.

I made myself a coffee before sitting down, opening the book and lighting a cigarette simultaneously. The sharp, gluey scent of new paper combined with the smell of smoke as I scanned the index for the chapter on Rebecca. Then I flicked rapidly towards the page I wanted, and started reading.



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