The Wrong Lie (A Daniel Dayton Thriller Book 1) by Shaun Baines

Author:Shaun Baines [Baines, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2022-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

“You’re not going to say anything to anyone, are you?” Daniel asked.

The postman stood in his underwear, shivering with the cold. “No, sir.”

They were in an industrial estate by Newcastle Airport. Planes destined to cities all over the world flew overhead, their engines thundering, their taillights tracing arcs in the night sky. The estate was abandoned and the only witnesses to Daniel’s crime were thousands of feet in the air.

“And what else did I tell you?” he asked, getting back into his van.

The postman cleared his throat. “To mind my own business.”

By the time Daniel had arrived at Five Oaks, his other prisoner had regained consciousness. He opened the door and Reaver stared at him, his eyes glazed. Daniel didn’t know if he was responsible for chopping Mosely to pieces. There’d be no point in asking him without the proper tools and those were hidden away in his father’s wine cellar. He wasn’t going to take the chance either way.

He found a rope in the back of his van and tied it tightly around Reaver’s neck, leading him along the driveway like a dog.

A scream came from the house and they looked to an upstairs window. Reflections merged with shadows and obscured the view. It wasn’t clear, but it looked like two people grappling.

Daniel tugged on Reaver’s rope and they jogged inside. There were raised voices, louder this time, coming from his father’s bedroom. Daniel quickly tethered Reaver, his hands still bound behind his back, to the bottom of the staircase.

“Stay, boy. When I’m done with this, I’m coming back for you,” Daniel said.

He took the stairs two at a time. Following the noise, Daniel threw the bedroom door wide open.

Monica was sprawled on the floor, her face was red and blotchy, but there was no blood as far as he could tell. Her top was pulled up to her neck, exposing her stomach. His father stood over her, pointing angrily. Pieces of smashed porcelain were scattered across the room and their marital bed was broken in two.

Monica saw Daniel from the corner of her eye. Scrambling on her hands and knees, she hid behind his legs, peering through them like bars of a cage. “He’s going to kill me. He’s going to do it. He told me.”

His father shadowed her. “You know I can’t kill you. I’m not a monster, but I can hurt you. Hurt you badly.”

The tendons in his father’s neck stretched like piano wire. Froth gathered at the corners of his mouth and his eyes blazed.

Daniel tried to stay calm, but his father was manic. He had seen him like this once before, on the day he’d defied his father’s request to kill Scott.

Ed’s wide eyes searched the floor, coming to rest on a shard of porcelain. He scooped it up and waved it at Monica. “I’ll cut it out of you. I’ll cut the little bastard out.”

“What’s he talking about?” Daniel asked.

Monica scuttled backwards. “I’m pregnant.”

Ed lunged at her, but Daniel swatted his father to one side, spinning him on the spot.

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