Chapters (31)
- Title Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- 1996
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Epilogue
- V. L. McDermid
- Copyright Page
“Yeah, but . . .” Sophie frowned. “I thought they’d seen you and Helen off with your tails between your legs.” She sat on the bed beside Lindsay, resting an arm on her lover’s unhurt shoulder.
Lindsay cautiously drank some coffee. She closed her eyes as the rich flavor burst on her tongue and savored the sensation of its warmth coursing down her throat. “Heaven,” she murmured appreciatively. Then she opened her eyes and said, “Guy’s known Helen a long time. He knows she’s not the sort to give in easily. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he’d decided to keep an eye on us. It would also explain where he disappeared to when I got away. He didn’t follow me to the street; the taxi driver said he couldn’t see anybody. But Guy could easily have slipped back inside the Watergaw building. He’d have keys and he knows the alarm code.”
“I suppose you’re right. It is the logical answer,” Sophie sighed.
Lindsay drained her coffee cup and presented it to Sophie. “I wouldn’t mind another cup,” she said, looking up from under her eyebrows.
“Cut out the pathos and you might just get lucky.”
Lindsay forgot herself enough to smile, gasping as the pain kicked in again. “Just get me some more coffee, or I’ll find somebody that knows how patients should really be treated,” she growled.
Sophie chuckled. “Did they give you a charm bypass before I arrived last night? Okay, more coffee it is.”
As she got off the bed, Lindsay said, “Be a pal and pass me my laptop. It’s over there on the chest of drawers. And if you could dig out Penny’s last disks, then I can get stuck into the stuff she was working on when she died.”
Sophie shook her head. “No way. Not today, Lindsay. You need to rest and recover. Doctor’s orders. Believe me, you’ll know exactly what I mean as soon as you get up to go to the loo. You’ll have legs like rubber and muscles that are stiffer than a sergeant-major’s salute.”
Lindsay scowled. “Look, I know my body’s cream-crackered, but my brain is working just fine. I’m not an invalid. It’s not exactly going to strain me to hit the ‘page down’ key every few minutes, is it?”