The 5050 Killer by Steve Mosby

Author:Steve Mosby [Mosby, Steve]
Language: rus
Format: epub
Tags: 03 Thriller/Mistery
ISBN: 9780752874128
Publisher: Orion Books Limited

4 DECEMBER

5 HOURS, 5 MINUTES UNTIL DAWN

2.15 A.M.

Eileen

Eileen was upstairs in John's study, reclining in the comfortable leather chair he occupied for at least an hour most evenings. Since he couldn't be here, it seemed a shame to let it go to waste. When John used to get up early, she'd often rolled across and slept on his side of the bed to feel closer to him in his absence. This was much the same, although her emotions were somewhat different.

The study was where her husband did most of his work at home. There were two bookcases side-by-side along the wall, and a desk opposite where he kept his computer. Behind it, the wall was adorned with framed certificates, newspaper reports and photographs: clippings that spanned his entire career. The room was illuminated by a single standing lamp, the light from it pale and soft.

Across from her the curtains were open, and her reflection stared back from beyond the window: a gentle, almost ghostly blur. It was holding the phone against the side of its face.

In her ear, the ringing continued, her frustration growing with every infuriating burst of sound.

Pick it up, she demanded.

Their home number was programmed into John's mobile. She visualised him looking at the display, knowing it was her and debating whether to take the call. The frustration was joined by anger.

Answer me.

She watched her reflection pick up the glass of wine and take another sip.

'Hi, there,' he said.

Thank God. Now that he had answered, her fear relaxed slightly. The anger remained. She put the glass down on the table beside her, perhaps a little loudly.

'You took your time.'

'I'm sorry. I had to move out into the corridor. I am at work.'

John had never liked talking on the phone, and he was uncomfortable with other people's silences. So she let one pan out for a moment to see what he did. It was gratifyingly awkward, and then he said: 'It's late for you to still be up.'

'Yes, isn't it?'

There was a clock on the far wall - coming up on twenty past two in the morning. It was a long time since Eileen had looked at a clock and seen that.

When she was younger, it had been more common. She'd made a habit of staying up as late as possible, and rising early on, because there was simply so much to do. On your death bed, you weren't going to look back on your life and wish you'd spent more of it sleeping. John had always been like that as well. There was the same drive to him, and it was partly what had attracted her to him in the first place. For a long time, there had been an ease and rhythm to their relationship, and it had helped to persuade her they were well-matched, equal partners. That it was all okay.

Strange to think that now - given how much she hated his dedication to work - but true.

As they'd grown older together, of course, things had changed.

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