Night Watcher by Chris Longmuir

Author:Chris Longmuir [Longmuir, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense
ISBN: 9780957415300
Publisher: Barker & Jansen
Published: 2011-03-09T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

After three cups of coffee Nicole’s nerve endings jangled and her body woke up. However, her foul temper remained, seething and boiling deep within. ‘Bloody Scott,’ she kept muttering over and over again, ‘who the hell does he think he is?’ She rammed the dirty cup into the sink and kicked the dishwasher. ‘Damned if I’m going to load that bugger,’ she said, watching the cup pirouette in the base of the sink before toppling over and parting company with its handle.

Mounting rage forced Nicole’s heart to thump – the pulse beats, pushing and forcing their way up into her throat until they almost choked her with their intensity. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the sink trying to tame her rising fury. Eventually she gave way to it and started to throw things. First she threw the dirty crockery Scott had left on the worktop. Once the crockery was exhausted she started on the wall units and threw everything she could touch. Eggs spattered on the wall; pickles and sauces joined them; flour; sugar; and jam helped create a colourful mural. Bread littered the floor; biscuits crunched beneath her feet while washing up liquid created a skating rink. But the thing that gave her most pleasure was spattering Scott’s favourite wine against the back door with a throw that could have launched a ship.

At last she was spent and sank down into a sitting position among the mess covering the floor. That was when she began to laugh. It started with a giggle and gradually grew stronger until she had to wrap her arms round her body to contain herself.

Eventually she wiped the laughter tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands, and holding her sides she hefted herself up to a standing position. She retrieved her briefcase, wiped it with the back of her hand, and then picked her way over the kitchen, slithering and slipping on the combination of flour, egg, washing up liquid and wine. She fought to keep her balance and when she came into reaching distance of the door she leaned over to grasp the handle, easing herself towards it. Sliding sideways she pulled the door open and stepped through to the safety of the corridor. Without a backward look she pulled it shut behind her and left everything.

Stripping off her robe she let if fall on the carpet and headed for the shower. The spray needled her skin, hot and refreshing, and she turned this way and that to allow the water to penetrate every part of her body. Finally she tilted her head back and lifted her face into the spray, enjoying the feel of the water dribbling down her forehead and cheeks, through her hair and over her shoulders. The hot water washed away the tightness in her muscles as well as the goo that covered her.

Feeling refreshed she wrapped herself in a towel and riffled through the clothes in her wardrobe. She selected a white blouse and a black jacket and skirt which was smart in its severity.

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