Chapters (60)
‘Well, it’s up to you whether you ever tell your husband or not, and, in any case, maybe it should wait until Daisy has been found. But she might want to know about her father when she’s older. For now, can you tell me anything about the man you had sex with? Anything at all?’
Jessica shook her head, making her blonde hair swing around her face. ‘I can’t tell you what I don’t know.’
Geraldine drove away thoughtfully. There seemed to be a motive for Jason to have resented Daisy, if he had discovered the truth about her parentage. But if Jessica had genuinely believed Jason was Daisy’s father, she couldn’t have said or done anything to make him doubt that, and Geraldine was fairly convinced Jessica had been telling the truth when she insisted she had always believed Jason was Daisy’s biological father. On the other hand, with Daisy gone, Jason would never need to learn the truth about Jessica’s deception. If Jessica had disposed of the baby, then she had not counted on the police discovering those drops of blood in the cot. Yet it was Jessica herself who had drawn Geraldine’s attention to the blood, and it stretched credulity to suppose that Jessica would have done that if she had killed Daisy herself to cover up the fact that Jason was not her biological father. On the contrary, she would have disposed of the sheet and replaced it straight away. Somehow the case seemed to be growing more complicated with every passing day.
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‘What did that policewoman want?’ David demanded. ‘Tell me everything she said. I want to know exactly what they’re doing to find Daisy.’
‘I don’t have to tell you anything,’ Jessica replied, scowling.
‘Jessica, don’t speak to your father like that. He’s trying to help,’ Anne said.
‘This is all the fault of that bloody good-for-nothing,’ David fumed. ‘I told you he was a waste of space. You should have listened to me before you went running off to marry him. I told you all along, he’s not right for you.’
Jessica returned her father’s glare with what she hoped was an equally ferocious scowl of her own.
‘If you say another word against Jason, I’ll leave this house and go and find a hotel to stay in, on my own, and you’ll never see me again. How dare you insult my husband like that, when he’s not even here to defend himself. You wouldn’t dare say that to his face.’
Her fists clenched in an involuntary response to David’s belligerent outburst.
‘I’ll say what I damn well please about my own son-in-law in my own house,’ he snapped.
‘Not in front of me, you won’t.’
‘Whose fault is it that all this has happened?’ David asked, too angry to think about what he was saying.