Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“We could finish them off and dispose of the bodies, my lord,” Jenkins offers, placing the barrel of the gun against Ratface’s head. “No one would ever find them on the estate.” For a moment I’m not sure if Jenkins is joking or not—but Ratface believes him, screwing his eyes up, his expression riddled with dread.
Good. Now you know how Alessia felt, you piece of shit.
“Tempting though that idea is, it would make an awful mess in here, and I don’t think the cleaning crew would thank us.”
We all look up when we hear the sirens.
“And there’s the small matter of the law,” I add.
* * *
Danny turns into a smaller lane, by a charming old-fashioned house, and the antiquated car shakes as they go over some metal rods in the road. The land here is green and lush even though it’s winter. They drive through an open and rolling pasture. It looks…groomed, not wild like the countryside she’s seen since she got here. It’s dotted with well-fed sheep. As the car rattles down the road, a large gray house looms before them. It’s imposing. The biggest house Alessia has ever seen. She recognizes the chimney. It’s the one she saw from the road when she was walking with Maxim. He said it belonged to someone, but she can’t remember who. Perhaps this is where Danny lives.
Why is she cooking for Mister Maxim when she lives here?
Danny drives around to the rear of the house and pulls up by the back door.
“We’re here,” she says. “Welcome to Tresyllian Hall.”
Alessia tries but fails to give her a smile and climbs out of the car. Still feeling unsteady on her feet, she follows Danny through the door and into what looks like the kitchen. It’s a large, airy room, the most spacious kitchen Alessia has ever seen. Wooden cupboards. Tiled floor. It’s spotlessly tidy. Old and modern at the same time. There are two stoves. Two! And a massive table that seats at least fourteen people. Two tall dogs with auburn coats come bounding toward them. Alessia recoils.
“Down, Jensen. Down, Healey!” Danny’s command stops the dogs in their tracks. They lie down, gazing up at both women with big expressive eyes. Alessia regards them suspiciously. They are handsome hounds…but where she comes from, dogs do not live in the house.
“They are harmless, my dear. Just pleased to meet you. Come with me,” she says. “Would you like a bath?” Her tone is solicitous and kind, but Alessia blushes, mortified.
“Yes,” she whispers. She knows! She knows that she’s wet herself.
“You must have had a terrible fright.”
Alessia nods and blinks back the tears that well in her eyes.
“Ah, lassie, don’t you be crying. His lordship wouldn’t want that. We’ll get you sorted.”
Lordship?
She follows Danny along a wood-paneled corridor hung on both sides with old paintings of landscapes, horses, buildings, religious scenes, and a couple of portraits. They pass many closed doors and ascend a narrow wooden staircase to yet another long, paneled corridor. Eventually Danny stops and opens a door into a pleasant room with a white bed, white furniture, and pale blue walls. She walks through the room to an en suite bathroom and turns on the faucets. Alessia stands behind her, pulling the blanket around herself and watching as water thunders into the bath and steam rises. Danny adds some aromatic bubble bath that Alessia recognizes as Jo Malone, like in the Hideout.
“I’ll bring some towels for you. If you put your clothes by the bed, I’ll have them laundered in no time.” She gives Alessia a sympathetic smile and slips out, leaving her alone.
Alessia stares at the water cascading into the bath; a foam forming and spreading over the surface. The bath is old. A tub with claw feet. Her body starts to shiver, and she clutches the blanket and pulls it tighter around her.
She is still standing there when Danny returns with fresh towels. Draping them over a white wicker chair, she shuts off the water, then turns her attention to Alessia, her sharp blue eyes shining with compassion. “Do you still want a bath, dear?”
Alessia nods.
“Would you like me to leave?”
Alessia shakes her head. She doesn’t want to be alone. Danny lets out a sigh of sympathy.
“Okay, then. Would you like me to help you undress? Is that what you want?”
Alessia nods.
* * *
“And we’ll need to interview your fiancée,” PC Nicholls says. She’s around the same age as me, tall and willowy, bright-eyed and keen, scribbling down every word I utter. I drum my fingers on the dining-room table. How much longer are we going to be? I’m anxious to get to Alessia, my fiancée….
Both Nicholls and her boss, Sergeant Nancarrow, have patiently sat through the sorry tale of Alessia’s attempted kidnapping. Naturally, I’ve been economical with the truth, but I’ve kept as close to it as I can. “Of course,” I respond. “Once she’s recovered. Those bastards really roughed her up. If I hadn’t arrived back here when I had…” Briefly I close my eyes as a tremor runs down my spine.