The Good Neighbor by R. J. Parker

Author:R. J. Parker [Parker, R. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008467753
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers

Chapter Thirty-Four

Leah immediately hit redial and got an answering service. ‘Call me back. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve spoken with Elliot.’ She hung up and waited, blood rushing through her ears. She felt utterly isolated.

No response. She redialled the number. Answering service. She hung up again. Tate was clearly ignoring her and she was wasting time. Start walking.

If he wasn’t going to pick up, better to make for where she’d been sent. She didn’t want to be spotted by the police at Alice Booth’s though. Leah left her overnight bag where it was, traversed the grass bank and waited for a gap in the cars. While she did, she quickly opened her photo archive.

Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she saw the last clutch of images. It was her lying on the floor in Alice Booth’s kitchen, her features oblivious. She flicked back through them, the angles changing. He’d got right up close to her face with her camera.

A wave of repulsion broke through her as she imagined him crouching over her. What had been going through Tate’s mind as he’d taken them? Had he always planned for her to find them later or had he still not made his mind up about letting her go then? There was no time to consider that now. She had to focus on what she’d been told to do. There seemed little point in calling him back.

The traffic briefly ebbed, and she crossed the road, quickly trotted to the other side and headed for the lights.

A few minutes later, a handful of cars had beeped angrily at her but she’d made it there and turned left onto the path that ran beside the road and led to the roundabout on the outskirts of Forley. She tried not to think of what was waiting for her in the upstairs apartment. Concentrate on each individual step.

She went straight ahead at the roundabout. She could avoid town and take a left that would lead her to the top of Medford Avenue. But when she reached the turning, she froze. What was she walking into?

A couple pushing a pram walked by her and she vaguely registered their expressions shift from smiles to concern as they passed her. She was standing in the corner gutter staring down the road.

She was about to walk into the home of Elliot’s lover. Her obvious fear aside, shouldn’t she consider what she might find and what conclusions would be drawn from her presence there? But she had no choice. The police were out of the equation and she had to think only of Elliot’s safety.

Leah strode on, checking the number on her left. 110. The house would be on the right towards the end of the road. She crossed over and it felt like a hand was clenching her windpipe.

There were no other pedestrians in sight and a plane boomed overhead. But the sound seemed to continue resonating through her as she reached the door of number 19. It was glass and she peered through to the shared hallway beyond.

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