Home

Kill Me Again Part 19

Kill Me Again - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel Kill Me Again Part 19 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

Victor raised his eyebrows as if to say 'Really?'

'So how did Tamsin know him, then?'

'I gather Tamsin was hanging around waiting for Alexander, who was doing psychology as an elective, and she caught Price's eye.'

Victor laughed. 'Not difficult, from what I've seen. My sister used to wear a skirt like Tamsin so short my dad called it a curtain pelmet.'

Tom stifled a sigh. 'We're working our way through all of Tamsin's exes, sir, and if possible I'd also like to take a look at the warehouses and some of the derelict sites around Pomona. I know you sent uniforms down to check if they were secured, but...'



He saw Victor Elliott's face turn red.

'Don't waste your time. I've told you. You're not looking in the right place. Focus, Douglas. I want this guy found.'

43.

Maggie crept along the landing, trying to make no sound at all, hoping the rain beating against the windows would mask any noise. She didn't put the light on, and there was little light from the moon coming in through the window on the landing. Step by step she inched her way down the stairs. She didn't need to do this, but she didn't want to explain herself either.

Finally reaching the bottom, she stretched out her hand to the exact spot where she knew her car keys would be, grabbed her raincoat from the hallstand and gently turned the latch on the door. As she turned the handle, the hall was flooded with light.

Suzy was standing at the top of the stairs in her pyjamas. 'What on earth are you doing, Maggie?' Her sister's voice came out in a hoa.r.s.e whisper.

Maggie stopped. 'Sorry, Suzy. I knew the kids would be okay with you, and I didn't want to tell you I was going out.' She hissed out the words, anxious not to disturb the children.

Suzy walked halfway down the stairs and the conversation continued in hushed tones.

'Why not?' Maggie heard the hurt in her sister's voice and understood.

'Because I didn't want you sitting up all night worrying about me.'

'c.r.a.p reason, if you don't mind me saying so. But go on do what you've got to do. I presume you're going to see Duncan?'

Maggie shrugged. 'I only have a rough idea where he is. I'm going to look for him.'

'What, randomly drive around Manchester, you mean?' The frown on Suzy's face was difficult to miss, and Maggie felt she had to defend herself.

'Not quite. I know roughly what area he's in, so I thought I'd see if I could find him.'

She could hear the hopelessness in her own voice and realised how stupid she was being.

Suzy came to the bottom of the stairs and reached out a hand to her sister. 'Why don't we try to be a bit more methodical than that? Get your laptop and come into the kitchen. I'll make you a hot drink before you go and we can make a plan. Ten minutes isn't going to make any difference, is it?'

Maggie's desire to be doing something, her need to find Duncan see him, touch him, hold him had overridden her common sense.

She followed Suzy and opened her laptop.

'Okay, tell me what you know.'

'Not much,' Maggie said. 'When he called me earlier he was in a call box close to Heaton Park.' Maggie loaded up Google Maps and pointed to the location on the map.

'And what's your thinking?'

'I think he'll be staying in a cheap, faceless hotel. He won't be using a credit card he knows I could check that. Duncan does lots of jobs for cash. And don't look like that.'

'Like what?' Suzy asked with a look of innocence.

'People think if they pay in cash he's going to give them a discount, which he doesn't, but he's lazy about going to the bank. It's all recorded though. He knows I would go ballistic if he was working on the black.'

Neither of them commented on the fact that it seemed Duncan had actually hidden far more than a few bookkeeping inconsistencies from his wife.

'How were you planning on finding out which hotel?'

'I was going to look for his van.'

'It's a bit hit and miss, Mags. It could take you all night. Even if you find him, the best the hotel will do is let you call his room. They won't give you his room number, so he can ignore you if he wants to. I've got a better idea. What's Duncan's van's registration number?'

Maggie told her.

'What was the name of the female detective who came to see you?'

'Detective Inspector Robinson, I think. I can't remember her first name. Why?'

Suzy took control of the laptop and clicked on the first hotel shown by Google maps. She picked up the phone and pressed 141.

'What are you doing, Suzy?' Maggie asked, not entirely trusting her sister and recognising the code to withhold her number.

'Shh,' she replied as she typed in the number of the hotel. 'h.e.l.lo. It's Detective Inspector Robinson speaking from Greater Manchester Police. Can I speak to somebody in authority there, please?'

Maggie looked at her sister in horror. It was a serious offence to impersonate a police officer. What was she doing?

'Oh, I see. You're the night manager. I'm hoping you'll be able to help. I presume you ask your guests to provide the registration numbers of their vehicles? Well we're looking for a white van in connection with a serious offence. Can you please check your records for this number?'

Suzy read out the number as Maggie frantically waved at her to stop. She was tempted to drag the phone out of her sister's hands, but that would probably raise more suspicions than if she kept quiet.

'I see. Well, thank you for your help. I won't leave my number. If he's not with you already, he won't be coming. Goodnight.' Suzy disconnected. 'What?' she said, looking Maggie squarely in the eye.

'I can't do this, Suzy. I could lose my job.'

'Listen. The guys on duty at night at these places aren't going to question getting a call about a vehicle. I'm not trying to extort money or anything. Worst case, I'm trying to help you find your husband. And in the highly unlikely event that we get caught, I'll say you knew nothing about it. I was working on my own initiative. Stop fretting and give me the next number.'

Maggie blew out a long breath. She had to admit this was better than trailing round car parks all night.

Suzy tried the next hotel. There was no joy.

She was on hotel number five when Maggie noticed her sister sit up straighter in her chair.

'Right. Can I have your name, please? Okay, Mr Trainer. I don't want you to alert your guest to the fact that we are on our way to visit him. Can you tell me under what name he has registered?' She paused. 'And his room number?'

Suzy was scribbling madly on a piece of paper. 'Thank you so much, Mr Trainer, and please do not mention this to your colleagues. We need to be sure that we stay under the radar on this one. Somebody will be with you within the hour.'

She ended the call and looked at Maggie.

'Room 307. He's checked in under the name of Eric Smith. Not a very imaginative surname, but there you go.'

Maggie felt slightly sick. She knew where he was. She was going to find out why he had left her. Much as she desperately wanted to know, she dreaded finding out. What if he had left because he had somebody else? What if there was another woman in that hotel room with him?

'What do I do now?' She spoke so quietly that Suzy had to lean forward.

'You can't go in impersonating a police officer I know that. Here's what I suggest.'

Maggie sat there, listening to Suzy's suggestion. It made sense, but she couldn't stop shaking. She didn't know if she could pull it off, but she had to try.

The car park of the hotel was packed, and Maggie had to drive around twice to find a spot, narrowly missing the car next to hers as she reversed into the s.p.a.ce.

's.h.i.t,' she muttered. 'Calm down.' But she couldn't. Her hands were sticky and her limbs tense. She tried taking deep breaths, but felt as if she was struggling to breathe at all. She had to get back in control. This was Duncan. There was going to be a logical reason for everything.

Forcing herself to move, she opened the car door and hurried through the cold drizzle into the warmth of the reception area. She was going to play this the way Suzy had suggested.

'Can I speak to Mr Trainer, please?'

The man behind the desk seemed to be on his own. 'That's me,' he said. 'How can I help?'

'I understand you had a call from DI Robinson earlier about a man calling himself Eric Smith. She explained the situation, I presume?'

The man nodded, his eyes wide. It was clear this wasn't an everyday occurrence for Mr Trainer, and she imagined him enjoying telling the tale over a pint, revelling in his part in it.

'She told me he's in Room 307. I'm his solicitor.' Maggie pa.s.sed him one of her cards. 'He doesn't know the police are on their way, but I want to speak to him first.'

'Should I call and tell him you're here?' said the night manager.

'Please don't. If he knows the police are coming, he might try to get away through one of your emergency exits. That would set off an alarm and create pandemonium I would imagine.' Mr Trainer looked horrified at the thought. 'I need to go and see him, prepare him for the police visit. Where will I find his room?'

Mr Trainer seemed a bit worried. This probably hadn't been part of his training. He looked again at her card, and Maggie held her breath.

'You'll need a key card to get access to the corridor,' he said, holding out a piece of white plastic. 'Our security's pretty good.'

He looked quite smug when he mentioned the security, but Maggie smiled and refrained from commenting.

'If DI Robinson turns up, perhaps you could ask her to wait. I'll bring my client down when I've had a chance to speak to him.'

Maggie took the key card from Mr Trainer, hoping he didn't notice how much her hand was shaking.

She wanted to sit down. She wanted, somehow, to delay the moment. Her stomach lurched with nerves. What if there was another woman in the room with him? What would she do?

She had to retain a professional air, so she marched purposefully towards the door leading to the rooms, grasping her briefcase tightly in one hand and the key card in the other.

The corridor was long and badly lit, with a patterned carpet designed no doubt to hide as many stains as possible. The walls were scuffed and there was a smell of air freshener. This was the type of place that Maggie knew Duncan would normally hate. She followed the corridor to a junction and for a moment couldn't work out which way she had to go to get to Room 307. The numbers seemed jumbled, and she hesitated.

'Left,' she mumbled, turning down another endless, narrow corridor. Room 307 was towards the end.

She stood facing the door. The moment had come, and she couldn't put it off any longer.

She knocked. She could hear a television playing quietly inside but no movement.

Maggie knocked again, harder and with more authority. She heard a rustle as if somebody was getting up off the bed, and then the soft thud of shoeless feet padding towards the door. She held her breath. There was a pause, and she realised he must be looking at her through the peephole, her face distorted by the fisheye lens.

The door opened abruptly. Standing in front of her was a man with a half-grown beard, looking slightly grubby and unkempt. She glanced over his shoulder to the room beyond. There was n.o.body else there.

'h.e.l.lo, Duncan,' she said, looking straight into his bloodshot eyes.

44.

The clammy surface of Leo's skin belied the deep, penetrating cold she felt. She wasn't going to die of exposure cold as she was, she knew it wasn't as bad as that. But she might very well die of the infection that was raging through her system. Sometimes she felt she was slipping into delirium, seeing images that weren't there. She thought she saw figures, mainly women dressed in long skirts and high-necked blouses. There was line after line of white reels, and metal wheels overhead being turned by giant rubber bands. She could hear the hum of machinery interspersed with a clack, clackety clack noise. Then she would sleep for a few moments and wake to the reality of her prison a bare old mill and the knowledge that those figures weren't real. Her imagination had painted pictures of the past in her mind to comfort and distract her from her pain.

Leo dropped her head onto her chest and wondered what they were going to do with her. They hadn't been for a while. It felt like weeks, but Leo was trying to keep a grasp on reality and knew this was only the second night that n.o.body had come. And in such a short time what had been nothing more than a painful wound had become a swollen, agonising lump of purple flesh.

Max and Ellie had to be looking for her, surely? Her sister wouldn't believe for a moment that Leo had simply forgotten the baby's christening, or that she would have gone away and totally ignored an event that Ellie had been planning with such excitement for weeks. And she knew what Max would have done: he would have called Tom.

Tom.

She had been so stupid. She hadn't been able to trust him when they were together and in the end had pushed him away. It had taken her a long time to forgive herself for that, but she genuinely believed she had learned her lesson. Tom had told her repeatedly that he would never hurt her, but he had. Or rather, she had hurt herself. She could have fixed it, but her stupid pride wouldn't let her.

Tom had explained to her that everybody was vulnerable when they loved another person. That person might die, but does that mean you have to avoid loving anybody because at some point you might suffer the pain of loss? The thought of being vulnerable was more than she had been able to bear, but then she had met Julian. Another genuinely good man. And she had driven him away too. It was like a disease.

She had decided before all of this this nightmare that seemed to have no end that she was going to fix it with Julian. She wouldn't have embarra.s.sed him by turning up unexpectedly at the races, but she was going to make it right and she was going to change who she was. For years she had hidden behind a persona the uber-cool Leo Harris who only wore silk and cashmere and only ever black and white.

The morning after her row with Julian, moved by a level of self-disgust she had never experienced before, she had raced into her bedroom and ripped all her monochrome outfits from their hangers. They were all going to the charity shop and she was going to wear bright red, royal blue, emerald green she was going to be different.

And then this.

She wiped her sticky forehead with the back of her free hand and looked at the dark spongy surface of the skin of her other wrist. Would she lose her arm? She didn't know any more than she knew if she would lose her life.

One thing that Leo recognised when she saw it, though, was a psychopath. Her years of studying psychology had seen to that. The man who had sewn her arm to its binding showed no remorse for his actions and was totally indifferent to her pain. He blamed her. If she hadn't tried to free herself, he wouldn't have had to do this.

The other man tended to speak calmly and sensibly in a voice that spoke of a public school upbringing. That had confirmed one thing in Leo's mind: she wasn't dealing with ordinary Manchester thugs. But what did they want? Why keep her here like this? She was sure that if they had planned to kill her, they would have done it by now.

Her brain started to feel fuddled again, and she allowed herself to begin the slide back into delirium, her escape from the pain and discomfort.

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

My Girlfriend is a Zombie

My Girlfriend is a Zombie

My Girlfriend is a Zombie Chapter 824: This Is Too Brutal for Me to Watch Author(s) : Dark Litchi, 黑暗荔枝, Dark Lychee View : 2,281,251
Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness Chapter 1278: Corpses Everywhere Author(s) : Red Chilli Afraid Of Spiciness, Red Pepper Afraid Of Spicy, Pà Là De Hóngjiāo, 怕辣的红椒 View : 478,112

Kill Me Again Part 19 summary

You're reading Kill Me Again. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): Rachel Abbott. Already has 443 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com