The Little One
Lynda La Plante was born in Liverpool. She went to drama school and worked in theatre before becoming a television actress. She then turned to writing – and made her breakthrough with the hit TV series Widows.
Her novels have all been bestsellers worldwide. Her script for Prime Suspect won many awards, and Above Suspicion, The Red Dahlia and Deadly Intent have been hugely successful for ITV in recent years.
Lynda La Plante was awarded a CBE in the Queen’s Birthday Honours List in 2008. Her latest novel, Blood Line, went straight to number one.
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Also by Lynda La Plante
Blood Line
Blind Fury
Silent Scream
Deadly Intent
Clean Cut
The Red Dahlia
Above Suspicion
The Legacy
The Talisman
Bella Mafia
Entwined
Cold Shoulder
Cold Blood
Cold Heart
Sleeping Cruelty
Royal Flush
Prime Suspect
Seekers
She’s Out
The Governor
The Governor II
Trial and Retribution
Trial and Retribution II
Trial and Retribution III
Trial and Retribution IV
Trial and Retribution V
First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2012
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I dedicate The Little One to
Sara, Louis and Jacob
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Barbara Hardy stared out of her office window at the heavy grey sky. It had been raining all day and London looked dreary and depressing. Without any warning, her heart suddenly started to beat wildly and she found it hard to catch her breath. Before she knew it, she was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack.
She tried to breathe deeply, she tried to empty her mind, but it was impossible. Instead she burst into tears. Too many things were going wrong in her life at the moment.
Her relationship with Gareth had just broken up. Even thinking about the rat made her gasp for breath again. Barbara had really believed that this relationship might last longer than her usual six months. And for almost a year things had been good between them. Then in the wine bar last night he told her that he’d met someone else.
Not only was she losing Gareth, but that morning she’d also been cornered by her landlady. If Barbara didn’t pay the three months’ rent she owed, she would have to leave her room.
And now she had to worry about her job. As a freelance, it was tough getting work these days. At present she was employed by a women’s magazine and the editor, Mike Phillips, wanted to see her. Apparently her most recent piece had created some legal problems. She hadn’t checked out the facts about a rock star’s pregnancy and the magazine was in trouble.
Barbara was worried that this might affect her latest project. She had come up with an idea that she hoped would make her a great deal of money. She wanted to track down former soap opera stars for a ‘Where Are They Now?’ series. Mike had seemed keen when she first mentioned it and she had already approached a photographer friend called Kevin Shorter. He was to take shots of the actresses looking less than their glamorous best.
Barbara was not exactly looking glamorous herself when she went into Mike’s office. It was hard to look good when she kept bursting into tears. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her nose was running as if she had a cold. What’s more, her roots needed retouching.
Barbara had chestnut hair cut in a short bob, with auburn highlights. She was actually rather pretty, with a heart-shaped face, big blue eyes and a snub nose. Only her tight-lipped mouth took the edge off things. At thirty-eight years old she was still very skinny. She usually wore good casual clothes – short skirts, black tights and boots. Today she had chosen a tweed suit for her meeting with the editor.
Despite all her efforts, Mike barely looked at her. He simply told her that she was fired. What’s more, because of the legal problems she had caused, the magazine would not be paying her the amount she had expected. Barbara was told to leave the building immediately.
As she made her way through the rain to the tube station, Barbara called Kevin, her photographer friend. She had intended to tell him that her idea for the series would have to be postponed. Instead, she found herself pouring out all her other problems.
It took a while for the awful truth to hit her and then she flushed with shame. She was not talking to Kevin at all, but to his partner, Alan. Alan was an actor and he hardly knew Barbara. However, he was a kind man and he told her that she could stay at their place. There was room just now because Kevin was away on an assignment.
Barbara could not believe her luck. Here was a chance to live rent-free, probably with decent food thrown in. Both men were very good cooks, while she could only just scramble an egg. She had no boyfriend, no job and only £250 in the bank. What’s more, she had no family or close friends to turn to. As far as she could see, other people had such easy lives. It was about time something went right for her.
She thanked Alan and hurried back to her rented room. Ignoring another demand from her landlady, she packed up her belongings and left.
Alan and Kevin shared a small but lovely terraced house in Kingston, close to Richmond Park in south-west London. Alan showed Barbara to the spare bedroom. It was more like a box room really, a place for Kevin to store his equipment. Barbara was tearful as she told Alan how grateful she was. He smiled and said that she was welcome to stay until she found a new place to live.
Alan was a very good-looking man in his late thirties. He was blond and tanned, and he obviously worked out. He spoke in a deep baritone and did a lot of voice-overs for adverts on TV.
Once she had packed away her clothes, Barbara joined Alan in the kitchen. She burst into tears all over again as she explained how hurt she’d been by Gareth and then by losing her home. She didn’t mention being fi
red. When Alan asked about the ‘Where Are They Now?’ series, Barbara found herself getting a bit carried away. She told him that it was a big commission for OK magazine, and the more she talked the more she began to believe her own story.
Alan offered her a cup of tea, then showed her around. He told her to make herself at home and gave her a spare key before leaving the house. He had a voice-over job in the West End now and would be out for a couple of hours at least.
Barbara returned to the box room and flopped on the small single bed. It was almost four o’clock and she felt exhausted after everything that had happened today.
When she woke up some time later, she was briefly confused until she remembered where she was. Then, picking up her laptop, she went downstairs and back to the kitchen. The room was warm and cosy even though there was no one there. An old dresser stood against one wall and there were red cushions on pine chairs round a scrubbed pine table.
Barbara made herself another cup of tea and was about to check her emails when she noticed several cards lined up along a shelf. They were mainly invitations to film premieres and private views. One in particular caught her eye and she took it down to read.
Darling Alan,
I’d adore working with you again. If anyone can persuade her, you can. The party is on for next Friday – a big surprise for her birthday. Everyone will be there.
Love and kisses,
Felicity
There was a folded sheet of paper tucked inside the card and Barbara couldn’t resist opening it. A small black-and-white photograph fell to the floor. When she picked it up, she saw it showed a group of people in Victorian costume. She was amazed to recognize Alan in a butler’s uniform. The sheet of paper was headed ‘To all the cast’. It read:
As you know, we have often discussed bringing the series back. Two weeks ago I had a meeting with a producer who expressed terrific interest. He said they would consider it, but only if Margaret Reynolds agreed to be part of the cast. I know we were all saddened when she left, and her departure did, in the end, cause the series to finish. Could we persuade her? It would be so wonderful. They won’t consider the show without her, so let’s hope enough time has passed.
Felicity
Barbara was a good enough journalist to know there was a story here. Opening her laptop, she went immediately to Google and typed in ‘Margaret Reynolds’. She faintly recalled the name but had no idea why.
A second or two later, everything fell into place. Margaret Reynolds had started her career as a stage actress with the National Theatre and the Royal Shakespeare Company. She had then gone on to star in Harwood House, a longrunning television series. It had started in the late 1990s and achieved the highest viewing figures of any period drama. Photographs showed a very attractive dark-eyed woman. There were rave reviews of her playing Lady Helen Montague, the tortured heiress of Harwood House.
It seemed that the actress had married a leading French film actor called Armande Dupont in a private ceremony. There were many pictures of the beautiful couple. But tragedy struck and he died in a helicopter crash two years after the wedding. A famous photograph showed Margaret holding up a hand to shield her face from the camera. One report stated that she’d collapsed on set while filming. Then came a series of screaming tabloid headlines:
‘Further Heartbreak as Star Loses Baby’
‘Actress Attempts Suicide’
‘More Tragedy for Star as TV Series Folds’
Barbara read on and pie ced together the story. Clearly Margaret had left Harwood House after her miscarriage and suicide attempt. Viewing figures dropped week by week. Finally, to the sadness of all the cast, the show was taken off.
Barbara slammed shut her laptop and rang Mike Phillips. Even though he had just sacked her, this was too good an opportunity to miss.
When Mike answered her call, he sounded surprised. He started to remind her that she no longer worked for the magazine, but Barbara interrupted him.
‘Listen, Mike, what if I could get hold of Margaret Reynolds? She’s the star from Harwood House. I may be able to come up with some inside information about the BBC bringing back the show.’
Mike hesitated and then said, ‘If you get some good material I might consider it. Only “might”, mind you.’
‘It could really be an amazing opening to my “Where Are They Now?” series. I could email you the list of all the other stars—’
Mike stopped Barbara, telling her to produce the Margaret Reynolds piece first.
‘I’ve got Kevin Shorter to do the photographs,’ Barbara went on.
‘Well, he’s one of the best. Let me know how it pans out and I’ll make a final decision.’
When she put down the phone Barbara was flushed with excitement. She could already imagine herself winning an award for Journalist of the Year. The fact that she had not contacted Margaret Reynolds yet, and didn’t even know where the woman lived, was not important.
She began to plan exactly how she would persuade Alan to take her to the surprise party.
Chapter Two
Alan came home a little later with a Chinese takeaway for both of them. He laid out all the different cartons in the kitchen: crispy duck and pancakes, sweet and sour pork, chicken with noodles. As he was taking plates from the dresser, Barbara smiled and then clapped her hands.
‘Of course, Alan! I recognize you now. It’s been bugging me since I got here.’
Alan said nothing. Instead he opened a bottle of wine and handed Barbara a glass.
‘Weren’t you the butler in that series … Now, what was it called? It was brilliant.’
‘You mean Harwood House?’
‘Yes! You were a butler and that amazing actress, what was her name … was it Margaret something?’
‘Yes, Margaret Reynolds. But that was over five years ago.’
‘No! Surely not five years?’
Alan offered her chopsticks so she could help herself to the food.
‘Yes. And it’s funny you should mention that show and Margaret now. A few of the cast are arranging a surprise party for her.’
‘Oh, how extraordinary. I was such a fan and you were so good.’
Barbara ate hungrily as Alan described how the show had ended and what had happened to Margaret. No sooner than she had dealt with the loss of her gorgeous husband her sister died in a car crash.
Barbara made all the right noises. The more she heard, the better it sounded for her article.
Alan was flattered by all the attention. After dinner he showed Barbara a scrapbook of photographs and reviews of him in many different roles. In fact, it was all rather boring for Barbara. She had to be very careful not to put too much emphasis on Harwood House and Margaret Reynolds.
Luckily, Alan made things easy for her. He picked up the letter that Barbara had already read.
‘I got this last week. It’s from Felicity Wright, who was an actress in the show. Just imagine, Felicity and her husband bought an old cottage in Kent and now she’s seen Margaret in the village.’
‘Good heavens,’ Barbara exclaimed. ‘What a coincidence.’
Alan nodded.
‘She keeps a very low profile. Felicity doesn’t think anyone in the village even knows who Margaret is. She took over some huge manor house that belonged to her sister. She’s a recluse and lives on her own. Actually, Felicity has asked everyone to this surprise party she’s arranging in the country. Margaret will be there. There’s a plan to maybe revive the show.’
By now they’d finished the bottle of wine between them and Alan was starting to yawn. Barbara was desperate to keep him talking, so she asked if he’d like a cup of coffee.
She hoped that Alan would continue, but instead he sighed and said, ‘Well, I need to get to my bed. Just help yourself to coffee or anything you want.’
Barbara was woken by Alan tapping on her bedroom door.
‘I’ve got an early start today. I’ll be home this afternoon. You’ll probably be out flat-hunting, I
imagine.’
Barbara hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts about her staying. She smiled sweetly and said, ‘Oh yes. I’ve got a few flats to see today.’
‘Good luck, then. There’s coffee already made.’
She waited to hear the front door close before she went down to the kitchen. As she was helping herself to coffee, the phone rang and the answer machine clicked on.
‘Hi, Alan. It’s me, Felicity. I’m at the cottage. Guess what? Last night I saw Margaret at the local petrol station. I’m afraid I let the cat out of the bag.’
Barbara snatched up the phone.
‘Hello. Alan will be out all day. Is it something important?’
‘Er, not really. I’ll call his mobile.’
‘He won’t have it turned on. He’s recording. I’m Barbara, a close friend. Is this about Margaret Reynolds? I know he’s looking forward to seeing her again.’
‘Oh, we all are.’ Felicity sounded hesitant, but then continued, ‘Will you tell him that we are going to meet for a drink first at the Hare and Hounds at about seven? The numbers have grown and it’s not that much of a surprise. Margaret suggested we have the get-together at her house.’
‘I’ll tell him.’
Felicity hung up and Barbara deleted the message.
Barbara spent the day doing more research on Margaret Reynolds. She had just closed her laptop when Alan drew up in his car.
‘Hi. Any luck?’ he asked as he came into the kitchen.
For a minute Barbara thought he was referring to Margaret Reynolds and she nodded. Then she realized that he was talking about a new place for her to live. Thinking quickly, she pretended to be quite keen on a flat share and said she hoped to meet the owner next week.
‘So you’ll be here for the weekend?’
Round-eyed, Barbara put her hand to her mouth like a child and said, ‘Oh, is that all right?’
‘Well …’ Alan paused, as if unsure how to answer. Finally, he said, ‘Yes, of course. No problem.’
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