Tuesday's Child by Clare Revell

Author:Clare Revell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611162073
Publisher: Pelican Ventures Book Group (White Rose Publishing)
Published: 2012-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

8

Adeline pushed her spoon through the bowl of cereal, her eyes following the closed captions on the television. Her picture was plastered all over the breakfast news, right alongside the Prime Minister’s.

Every time she’d closed her eyes during the night, she had seen Mrs. Williams fall against her over and over again. Those images had blurred and mixed with the ones of Jasmine lying dead in Adeline’s hallway.

She glanced out of the kitchen window at the police car. She remembered them arriving very late in the evening. Mark had talked with them and hadn’t told her what they wanted. Just the fact they were parked there spoke volumes. She was obviously being protected from something.

As she watched, the MI5 agent from the previous day arrived and exchanged a few words with the police. The panda car drove off to be replaced by a black sedan.

She put the spoon down. The sedan screamed unmarked police car just as loudly as the stripes and lights yelled police car.

She pushed the bowl away.

“You need to eat something.” Her mother gently pushed the bowl back.

“I’m really not hungry, Mum.”

“None of us are, darling. But, Jasmine wouldn’t want you getting sick on her account.”

“OK.” She took a couple more mouthfuls.

Her dad came in with the morning paper. “It’s chaos in the newsagents,” he said laying the paper on the table. “And as for the grocery store, forget it. No milk left already. You’ll need to run over to the supermarket later on and get some, Adeline.”

“OK, Dad. I will.”

“Anyone would think it was Christmas, it’s so busy. Talk about panic buying.”

Her mother nodded. “It was like that after Princess Diana died, David, do you remember?”

Adeline tuned out her parent’s conversation. She rose and turned off the television, not wanting to see news of Jasmine’s murder. They were concentrating on the death of the Prime Minister for the moment, but the local news was due on any moment. The Deputy Prime Minister was making a statement in an hour followed by an emergency debate in the House of Commons. She caught a glimpse of the morning newspaper. Her picture with the Prime Minister had pride of place on the front cover. Right next to the black edged photo of the Prime Minister on her own, and beneath that the one of the two of them with Ben.

Mark came into the kitchen in his uniform.

She managed a faint smile. “Love the new insignia,” she told him. She flashed off a mock salute. “Lieutenant-Colonel looks good on you, bro.”

Mark smiled. “Thank you, sis. When I get called that, I automatically look around for someone else. I need to sew them onto my dress uniform and my class A’s.”

“If you like I’ll sew them on for you.”

He signed as he spoke. “That would be great. Thanks. The uniforms are in the wardrobe, and the insignias in the box on the dresser. I have to go soon. We’re going to be flat out today. I wish I didn’t have to go.

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