Night by Night by Jack Jordan

Author:Jack Jordan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atlantic Books

TWENTY-FOUR

It was four in the morning by the time Rose got home. She had crept through the door with her keys in a tight fist to keep them from jangling, and premeditated each step so the floorboards wouldn’t creek. For the first time, she was disappointed by the sight of Christian’s car in the driveway. She didn’t want to have to justify why she had been out all night. She practically shared the house with strangers who went in and out as they pleased, but when it came to her, they held the right to know where she was, judge her for breaking from the norm.

She sat in her chair and tried to doze, only to give up at dawn, and read through the journal from front to back, to remind her of why she was doing this. Jay. Finn. Shane. The two men in the park. There were so many victims out there, waiting for justice, and no one but her gave a damn.

It wasn’t long before she heard them wake above her head: the creak of floorboards, the rumble of the hot water in the tank. She kept to her study as Christian and Lily moved about the kitchen and raced up and down the stairs, even though her bladder was fit to burst. Just like Shane’s had the night of the attack. She thought of Detective Clark straddling the young man’s back as he rolled around beneath him, the ember from the cigarette scorching his gums, ash coating his tongue and teeth.

She had known there was something dangerous about him the moment she met him; it was something in his eyes, a permanent fury flickering like a flame. She wondered if Montgomery knew of the monster that lurked within the man.

When the front door shut and the house rang empty, she stood from her chair and winced. Her feet were raw; blisters had popped between her toes. She hobbled to the door and stepped out into the kitchen, relishing the chill of the tiles beneath her feet.

‘Where were you last night?’

‘Jesus!’ She clapped her hand against her chest.

Christian was sitting at the breakfast bar, his hands clasped on the counter. He was dressed in one of his navy suits, tailored so perfectly to his body that she wondered how he managed to move without thread pulling from the seams. His briefcase was waiting in the hallway beside the front door, the buckle of it gleaming in the morning light. She checked the clock on the wall; if he didn’t leave now, he would be late for work. But he continued to sit, waiting for her to answer.

‘Do you really think you have the right to ask me that?’ She took a glass from the cupboard and went to the sink. ‘I never know where you are.’

‘I’m worried about you,’ he said. ‘I heard you come in last night. It was gone four.’

‘Don’t you stay out all night when it pleases you?’

‘You don’t have to tell me where you go, just.

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