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Some asked where they could be tested and Ian sent them details of the firm he’d used – MyGeneticHistory.com.
The emails continued to arrive and Ian wondered what Moller was making of it, or perhaps he didn’t check emails on a Saturday, enjoying the weekend off, for there was no reply from him. Was he in for a shock on Monday morning!
An email arrived from Grant and Chelsea Ryan threatening to sue Moller for every penny he’d got, which wouldn’t be a lot by the time the fraud squad and HMRC had finished with him, Ian thought with satisfaction. Now heavily mortgaged and with huge debts, Moller would be bankrupt once the fraud squad got hold of him. Sweet revenge. Ian was destroying Moller’s life just as he had destroyed his and Emma’s, and all the others he’d deceived. Moller had played God and lost.
SIXTY
Jan stood to the right of the living-room window, partially secreted behind the curtain, and stared into the night. The rain had stopped but the sky was dark as fresh storm clouds gathered. She was still hoping the creatures would return. The motion-sensor light outside was off and she had her phone ready. One final chance to get the film she so desperately needed before Camile arrived. But the opportunity was quickly receding. It was after 8 p.m. now and Camile would be here before long. She’d texted from the airport to say her plane had landed and she should be with her by 8.30, depending on the traffic.
Jan had taken up her position at the window as soon as night had fallen, waiting and hoping they might come early. She was already packed and her cases were in her car. Just her coat and handbag remained in the cottage. She’d gone into the village earlier and bought some basic food items for Camile, and flowers to say thank you and sorry, which she’d put in a vase on the coffee table. She’d said goodbye to Lillian, who hadn’t appeared surprised to hear she was leaving. Camile had told Chris, who’d told his brother, who’d passed it on to Lillian. That was how news travelled in the village: a grapevine of conversations, as efficient as email or text.
Jan shifted position and continued to keep watch. Surprisingly, Camile had already found another tenant who would move in as soon as Jan had left, which eased Jan’s conscience. Camile was coming back to oversee the changeover, spend a few days with her family and Tinder, and then return to her job abroad. Heaven help the new tenant, Jan thought. They would need to be made of strong stuff to live here. Nothing would have enticed her to stay.