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Harper
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A paperback original 2016
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Copyright Aiveen McCarthy 2016
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ISBN: 978-0-00-736391-9
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Jodie loaded the gun the way shed seen Ethan do it:
finger-checking the rounds so they were lined up flush,
then smacking the magazine up into the grip.
Her jittery hands almost fumbled the manoeuvre. She
clenched them steady, then racked the slider back to
chamber the first round.
Clack-snap.
Nine bullets loaded, but shed only need two.
One for Ethan.
The other one for herself.
She flashed on her husbands face; on his fixed stare,
and the twisted mind-games shape-shifting behind it.
Sweat prickled down her spine. Maybe she was wrong.
Maybe it would take more than one bullet to kill Ethan.
Fireworks hissed and crackled outside the car, and
the sky exploded into a weeping willow of light. Jodie
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You let the cat outside? What the hell were you
thinking? You know those goddamn fishers attack pets
around here.
Jodie stared in disbelief. From the start, shed wanted
to safeguard Badger in the house. It was Ethan whod
insisted the cat be allowed to roam; whod scoffed at her
caution, dismissing the threat of fishers as old wives
tales. After all, hed argued, it was his home country, he
should damn well know.
His eyes challenged her to contradict him, the faint
sneer betraying his certainty that no one would believe
her if she did. Her gut turned cold as she realized something else: Ethan had wanted something bad to happen
to Badger.
Dazed, she watched him lift Abby into his arms,
watched his head bend to hers, the two so alike. Same
dark hair, same strong brows; same stubborn set to the
mouth. Ethan kissed Abbys plump, damp cheek.
Its Mommys fault poor old Badger is dead.
A fireball of colour exploded over the lake.
The flash defined a knot of spectators on the shore,
and Jodies heart double-thudded. Backlit in their midst
was Ethans sculpted profile.
She edged forward. He was less than two hundred
yards away. Close enough to make out the faint Van
Dyke beard, its thin vertical line carefully etched from
lower lip to chin. As a beard, it was barely there; just a
whispered suggestion of maleness, pirate-style.
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and back. A travel rug lay folded in the foot well beside
her, and she shook it out, covering herself head to toe.
Then she slipped the gun out of her bag and hugged it
to her chest.
She lay there, cramped, her nostrils filled with the scent
of leather upholstery. From outside, the rug and tinted
windows would hide her. By the time Ethan knew she
was there, it would be too late.
Fatigue pressed down on her like a dead weight. Maybe
it was the horizontal position, but suddenly the world
seemed to tilt, as though she was losing her grip on it.
Her mind scrabbled for a foothold. Fastened on Abby:
all rough-and-tumble in her dungarees, frowning as she
brushed a squirming Badger; never crying when he scratched
and ran away, just wrestling him back.
A faint hum started up in Jodies throat, and she
clenched her teeth to shut it off.
Her head buzzed with tiredness. Shed been fighting
Ethan for so long now. Fighting for freedom. Freedom to
work and be independent; freedom for Abby to make
friends outside the house; freedom for herself to do the
same; freedom to sell her paintings; to paint at all.
And more recently, the freedom to leave.
Jodie closed her eyes. Felt herself drift.
None of that mattered any more. Tonight would be
the last battle. After this, there was nothing left to
fight for.
Not now that Abby was dead.
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The car swerved.
Jesus, Jodie, what the hell
Ethan yanked the Bentley back on course, and Jodie
grabbed at his seat to steady herself. His eyes locked on
hers through the rear-view mirror.
What the fuck are you doing here? You scared the
shit out of me.
Her fingers dug into the soft leather. Weve unfinished
business.
It cant wait till I get back from New York?
Youre not going to New York. Not any more.
What the hell are you talking about?
Jodies mouth felt parched.
Lift up the gun.
The weapon was suddenly heavy. Her arm wouldnt
move.
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