Behind Closed Doors
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She nods approvingly. ‘And the paintings?’
I feel a surge of panic—I had forgotten all about the portraits Jack had forced me to paint for him. Esther looks steadily at me, forcing me to focus.
‘I didn’t see any paintings. Jack must have hung them later.’
‘I suppose he didn’t show them to you because they were so graphic he didn’t want to distress you.
‘Probably,’ I agree. ‘Jack was wonderfully caring that way.’
‘They might ask if you knew the door couldn’t be opened from the inside.’
‘No. I only went down there once, so it wasn’t something I would have noticed.’ I look at her across the table, needing confirmation that it would be the right thing to say.
‘Don’t worry, Grace, the police are going to go easy on you. Remember, Jack told them you were mentally fragile so they know they have to be careful.’ She pauses. ‘Perhaps you should play on that a little.’
‘How do you know all this—about how Jack died, where his body was found, the portraits, what the police are going to ask me?’
‘Adam told me. It’s going to be all over the papers tomorrow, so he thought you should be prepared.’ She pauses a moment. ‘He wanted to tell you himself but I told him that, as you and I were the last people to see Jack alive, I felt it should be me who came to get you at the airport.’
I stare at her. ‘The last people to see Jack alive?’ I falter.
‘Yes. You know, last Friday, when I picked you up to take you to the airport. He waved goodbye to us after we’d put your case in the boot. He was at the study window, wasn’t he?’
‘Yes,’ I say slowly. ‘He was.’
‘And, if I remember rightly, you told me that he didn’t come out to the gate to wait with you because he wanted to get straight down to work. But what I can’t remember is whether he was wearing his jacket or not.’
‘No—no, he wasn’t. He wasn’t wearing his tie either, he’d taken it off when he came back from court.’
‘He waved us goodbye, and then he blew you a kiss.’
‘Yes, yes he did.’ The enormity of what she’s doing, of what she’s offering to do, hits me and I feel myself starting to shake. ‘Thank you,’ I whisper.
She reaches across the table and covers my hands with hers. ‘It’ll be all right, Grace, I promise.’
Tears well up from deep inside me. ‘I don’t understand—did Millie say something to you?’ I mumble, aware that even if she had, even if Millie had told Esther that Jack had pushed her down the stairs, it wouldn’t be reason enough for her to lie for me.
‘Only that she didn’t like George Clooney,’ she smiles.
I look at her in bewilderment. ‘Then why?’
She looks steadily back at me. ‘What colour was Millie’s room, Grace?’
I can barely get the word out. ‘Red,’ I tell her, my voice breaking. ‘Millie’s room was red.’
‘That’s what I thought,’ she says softly.
If you enjoyed Behind Closed Doors, don’t miss B A Paris’ second book
Every Little Thing
We forget little things all the time. Our keys. Our friend’s birthdays. Our anniversaries.
But could forgetting one little thing lead to murder?
Out September 2016
Acknowledgements
I have so many people to thank, not least my wonderful agent Camilla Wray. I feel so lucky to have found you! Huge thanks also to Mary, Emma, Rosanna and everyone else at Darley Anderson.
I am very grateful to my fantastic editor, Sally Williamson, and to Alison, Jennifer, Clio, Cara and the rest of the team at Mira. Also to Becky at Midas.
Eternal gratitude to Gerrard Rudd, who had faith in me right from the beginning, long before I had faith in myself, and to Jan Michael, for her generous and invaluable help. Thank you both from the bottom of my heart.
Special thanks to my wonderful daughters for all their help and encouragement and to my husband for giving me the space to write. To my parents, for being determined to walk into a bookshop and buy my book, to my lovely friends, Louise and Dominique, for never failing to ask how my writing is going. To Karen and Philip, for the same reason, and to my sister, Christine, for reading every word of everything I write.
ISBN: 978-1-474-03794-5
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
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