Louise Voss & Mark Edwards 3-Book Thriller Collection: Catch Your Death, All Fall Down, Killing Cupid. Mark Edwards

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      The first man turned to his four friends. ‘Why don’t you chaps get on and I’ll catch you up in a little while?’

      The men nodded and strolled off with their shotguns, one of the dogs scampering behind them. As she and Paul followed the woman and, presumably, her husband into the house, Kate silently hoped that they would have a fruitless day’s hunting. Then she thought again about Jean Bainbridge lying in the road, gunned down. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to throw up.

      ‘You look like you could do with a cup of tea. I’ll put the kettle on,’ said the husband.

      The kindness of strangers, thought Kate. They were led into a vast sitting room, where they sat down on plump sofas with a view of the garden. The remaining dog sat down by the French windows, looking longingly towards the hunters walking away towards the woods. Kate could hardly speak; not until the tea had been placed in front of her. She could have expected a bone china cup in a saucer, but it came in a mug with a chip in the rim.

      ‘Thank you.’ Kate sipped the tea. Sometimes, in Boston, she felt like she was turning into an American, but the reinvigorating effect of the tea persuaded her that she was still English through and through. ‘Mrs . . .’

      ‘Mrs Braxton. But call me Penny. This is Andrew.’ She nodded towards her husband, who smiled at Kate. He had a pleasantly craggy face and exuded an air of old money. But he was passive, cast into shadow by the fierce brightness of his wife’s personality. Penny clearly wore the jodhpurs in this relationship. Kate suspected that Andrew probably ranked somewhere below the dog in the domestic pecking order.

      ‘I’m Kate, and this is Paul.’

      Introductions over, Penny put her tea on a coaster on a small occasional table. ‘So why was that chap in the black car chasing you?’

      Paul said, ‘We don’t know. Just some random nut.’

      Kate stared at him but he ignored her and continued, ‘We made the mistake of overtaking him up on the main road – next thing, he was right on our tail, horn blaring, trying to barge into our car. We couldn’t shake him off. If I’d been on my own I might have pulled over, had it out man to man, but I had to think about Kate here.’

      ‘I see,’ said Penny, looking over at Kate, who was trying to rearrange her face from a look of incredulity. What the hell was Paul playing at? Why was he lying? She still couldn’t believe that he hadn’t let her call the police. And that he’d thrown her mobile out of the window.

      ‘There are a lot of lunatics about on the roads these days,’ Andrew said. ‘Only the other day . . .’

      ‘Yes darling,’ Penny dismissed him and turned back to Paul. ‘Do you want to call the police?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Kate pointedly to Paul. ‘Do we?’

      ‘What’s the point? It was just road rage. He’ll be long gone by now. And he didn’t actually do anything they could prosecute him for. It’s not as if we’ve got any evidence either.’ He avoided Kate’s gaze. ‘We don’t even know who he was.’

      ‘Didn’t you get his licence plate number?’

      ‘No . . . Look, I really don’t think there’s any point calling the police.’

      Penny looked at him long and hard. She obviously knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth. But he returned her stare without flinching.

      ‘Well, it’s your decision,’ she said after a while.

      ‘That’s right.’

      Kate could feel her heart jumping beneath her blouse. The pointer padded over to where she sat and stuck his wet nose into the palm of her hand. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness washed over her. She knew that, in times of extreme stress, the human brain sometimes takes the option of shutting itself down to avoid trauma. Mrs Bainbridge; seeing Sampson again; the pursuit, the confusion over Paul’s strange behaviour. She wanted to sit here and stroke the ridiculously-named dog and not have to think about any of it.

      But that wasn’t an option. Oh, how she missed the cool atmosphere of the lab, where all made sense; where everything could be measured and weighed and analysed. Where, if things didn’t go as they should, there was always an explanation.

      ‘We ought to get going,’ Paul said.

      ‘But what if this road-rager is still out there?’ Penny asked.

      Andrew said, ‘I could take the Land Rover out and check if the coast is clear.’

      He moved to the door.

      ‘Be careful, darling,’ Penny said, with a tremor of genuine concern in her voice.

      Andrew returned fifteen minutes later – fifteen minutes during which Penny paced the sitting room with the dog at her heels, her nervousness a reproach to Kate, to not make snap judgements about other people’s relationships. Or her own relationships, for that matter, she thought. She was desperate to get Paul on his own to find out why the hell he’d been acting so weirdly.

      ‘No sign of the bugger, so I think it should be safe for you to leave,’ said Andrew, throwing his Barbour down on an armchair.

      Paul stood up immediately. ‘Excellent. Let’s go, Kate.’

      As Kate rose to her feet, Andrew added, ‘Big story on the local radio news. Some elderly woman has been found shot outside her house.’

      ‘Shot?’ Penny exclaimed.

      ‘Yes, in Penkridge.’

      ‘Good heavens, that’s where I play boules! How could something like that happen in a sweet little place like Penkridge?’

      Kate tried to remain calm, but she couldn’t shake the image of Mrs Bainbridge crumpling in front of her hollyhocks and lavender. She had taken a bullet meant for Paul, and Paul was now standing here, staring intently into the garden, grim-faced.

      ‘You didn’t come through Penkridge, did you?’ Penny asked.

      ‘No. No, we didn’t,’ said Paul.

      ‘We should go,’ Kate said, her voice trembling. ‘Can I just use your toilet first?’

      ‘Of course.’

      When Kate emerged from the loo, Penny and Andrew were deep in conversation, holding hands. She was sure she heard Penny call Andrew ‘poppet’.

      Penny said, ‘Your friend has gone out to his car already.’

      ‘Oh. Okay. Well, thank you both so much.’

      ‘Think nothing of it.’

      After the young couple had driven away, Andrew turned to Penny. ‘What did you make of that?’

      ‘I didn’t believe a word they said.’

      ‘No. I certainly didn’t believe all this stuff about road rage. I didn’t believe that Paul chap when he said they hadn’t been through Penkridge either.’

      He saw

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