The Women_A gripping psychological thriller by S. E. Lynes

Author:S. E. Lynes [Lynes, S. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781786819055
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2019-05-21T18:30:00+00:00

It is a Tuesday evening, nine o’clock, in Richmond. The police arrive within the hour, two officers, both men. Samantha had not expected a house call. They refuse offers of tea, coffee. One, the older of the two, somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties, sits in the armchair and takes out a notebook. Peter gives a brief history of the poison notes. Samantha interjects, awakening to the fact that she’s been sidelined in her own story. It is as if she doesn’t have a voice, or if she does, it is not one they can hear. The only answers she gives are to reassure them that she cannot have been mistaken. When she does tell them something, they look to Peter for confirmation.

‘And you recognised this Sean … Sean Worth … did you, this evening?’ the older of the two PCs asks her.

She shakes her head. ‘I wouldn’t put it as strongly as that. It looked like him. And of course he was here last week, on this street. I definitely saw him then.’

He looks to his colleague and back to her. ‘But this week you’re not sure?’

‘Not one hundred per cent, no. And I wouldn’t want to accuse someone unless—’

‘She did see this guy last week,’ Peter interjects. ‘And as I said, I checked the folder with her at the college at around ten past two this afternoon. There were eight pieces of homework, all dialogues. This poem definitely wasn’t there. If my partner says there was someone outside the house, then there was. And it’s most likely to be Sean Worth. Who else could it have been? We’re not saying he wrote the poems, but shouldn’t we get a restraining order on the guy?’

‘But we don’t know that Sean put the poem in the house.’ Samantha feels like she’s interrupting. ‘We don’t even know it was put into the folder after we got home. We could be mistaken.’

‘Come on, Samantha.’ Peter looks towards the officers. Samantha only catches his expression from the side, but there’s something dismissive in it she doesn’t like.

‘It’s a bit premature for a restraining order at this stage.’ The older officer tucks his notepad into his breast pocket. ‘I’ll file a report. That way we’ll have it on record. And like I say, keep us posted on any developments and call us immediately you see anyone near the property acting suspiciously.’

Peter shows them out. The front door bangs shut. Samantha looks towards the living-room door, expecting him to appear, but a moment later she hears him in the kitchen. He is whistling. Stravinsky, she thinks, but is not certain. She is not certain of anything. Peter helped her check the folder. She was with him the whole time. When she thought she heard the click of the door, he was at work. Is it possible she can even think he would do something like that, and if so, why? Why would she think that? Because of the pills behind the sofa cushions?

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