Ladybird by Stewart Giles

Author:Stewart Giles [Giles, Stewart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Murder, Crime Fiction
Amazon: B00P0OZSAS
Published: 2014-10-28T23:00:00+00:00

TWENTY TWO

She let herself into the house, closed the door behind her and stopped dead. There was a noise coming from upstairs. It was a quiet thud thud sound. She quickly realised it was just the water in the radiator pipes cooling down and contracting the metal. Even though summer had almost arrived, she had to keep her room at a constant temperature for the ladybird larvae. A drop of sweat rolled down her nose and into her mouth. She licked her lips and winced. She went to the kitchen, took out a bottle of water and drank half of it in one go. The salty taste in her mouth disappeared. It had been a long time since she had run so fast. She smiled when she thought about the look on the policeman’s face when he realised he had no hope of catching up to her. York’s finest, she thought and he couldn’t even give chase.

She went upstairs to her room and opened it. Inside the room, the curtains were drawn but the light was on, a dim light that she knew the ladybirds liked. She looked inside her glass cages. There were enough dead ladybirds for her to be able to finish off what she had started but she was tired and her impatience had almost cost her everything. With Barry Philips it had been close. Too close. She had watched as he had driven away in the opposite direction to everybody else at the funeral. She had decided there and then to act on the spur of the moment for once. She would rely on luck and fate. She had quickly got into her car and headed off in the same direction as him. A car like his was easy to spot and she had caught up with him after only a few minutes. She had followed him out of the city and watched as he parked outside the hotel. She had parked her own car round the corner from the hotel. She had given him enough time to check into his room and calmly walked into the hotel. She had told the woman on reception that she was Philips’ daughter and she needed to see him. The receptionist had given her his room number. She shuddered at the thought that the part about her being Philips’ daughter could well be true. She had walked up to his room and knocked on the door claiming to be room service. When he had told her to go away she had panicked for a second but she had made up a story about a complimentary drink for all new guests and he had opened the door. She would never forget the look on Barry Philips’ face when he saw the gun. She had explained to him why she was there and that she was not going to hurt him as long as he did what she told him. She just wanted the truth, she had said. She had told him to sit on the chair and she had tied his hands to the arms with duct tape.

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