‘Honey, when I came back, this door was open. It wasn’t even just unlocked, it was open.’

Paula bit her lip. He’d told her that as soon as he’d woken her up. All along he’d been adamant the door had been ajar. And that heavy, heavy sleep she’d had… Turning away, she wrapped her arms around herself. Was it possible she’d dreamed the whole being-locked-in thing?

She shivered, despite the warmth of the room.

Was it her mind that was playing tricks on her, and not some stranger with a grudge?

The deck attack, the push, the missing railing… that hadn’t been a dream. But she had been drinking the night she was pushed. Those three shots of vodka, one after the other. The way she had staggered and wobbled when she’d first come out on deck in the freezing night air.

As if sensing her hesitation, Tommy put his hands on her shoulders. ‘Look, it’s going to be a bright day. Why don’t we have breakfast and then wrap up warm and go out on the deck?’

She looked into his face, into his eyes that she knew so well. Sometimes she thought she knew the contours of his face and body better than she knew her own. Was that what all this was about? The fact that they’d been together coming up for two decades? Things shifted and changed, and maybe everything that had happened to her on this trip, and the way he’d reacted to her recent misfortunes… She felt her mouth turn down. She couldn’t blame him; if she were him, she would be irritated with herself too.

She nodded reluctantly, her mind made up. ‘Let’s go and have some breakfast.’

He smiled and was up and off in an instant, pulling his shoes on, picking out his thickest coat and hat. She moved more slowly, disconcerted at how easily appeased he was. At how quickly he seemed to forget her troubles.

Chapter 15

Anna slept like the dead. The physical work of disposing of Mark’s body had left her exhausted. Afterwards, she had been unable to shake the feeling that someone would spot him moving around in the waves, and so she had wrapped herself in her duvet and camped just inside the door of the balcony until the dawn light had started to spread its grey fingers across the ocean.

She had listened keenly through the shrieking wind. Nobody had raised the alarm. She hadn’t heard the sound of anybody else’s doors opening. No low conversation or startled screams. She had got away with it. Smiling, she had finally gone to bed.