Chapter 1
Alice
Alice Fletcher has never seen a dead body before. She always
imagined they’d look peaceful: their skin slackened, their muscles softened and their mouths settled, not into a smile exactly, but a loose, contented line. Alice Fletcher was wrong. The body lying motionless at her feet looks nothing li. ke the soothing mental
image she’s been carrying around with her for the last forty-six
years; the mouth is open, the jaw is hinged into a silent scream and the glassy, lifeless eyes are staring into the distance, some- where beyond the toes of her sensible court shoes.
Alice isn’t aware of the frantic pounding of her heart, the
heavy-duty lino beneath her feet or the steel-grey shutter that
separates her from the rest of the world. Nor is she conscious
of the people around her. She doesn’t notice when the tall hulking woman to her left takes a step closer. She doesn’t see the sweat
patches under the armpits of Ursula’s pale blue sweatshirt or
the way her hands are shaking, one fingernail torn away leaving behind a raggedy nail bed, tinged with blood. She isn’t aware
of Gareth’s laboured breathing or the bruise blooming on his
jaw.
An anguished scream from across the shop snaps Alice back
into herself. There are other sounds too: whispering, sobbing
and ‘Oh God, oh God’ repeated over and over again. And then
there’s the pain, the deep, nauseating ache that radiates up her
arm and across her shoulder to her neck. Alice clutches at her
arm, her fingers sliding over the warm, wet polyester sleeve of
her blouse. But it’s not the blood that makes her stomach lurch
and her legs weaken. There’s a dead body at her feet and her
nightmare isn’t over yet.
‘I need my phone,’ she mutters. ‘I have to find my phone.’
‘Where are you going?’ Ursula shouts as Alice stumbles away
and the frantic wail of a siren drifts through the open window.
‘The police are coming. What do we tell them when they get
here?’
Alice turns slowly, her gaze returning to the corpse. She looks
at it for a second, two, three, then draws an exhausted, raggedy breath and raises her eyes. ‘ We say it was self-defence.’
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