by Anne Perry
“Oh, the police will believe me,” Charlotte felt a surge of power inside her and intolerable anger for Jessamyn’s indifference to all the pain. “You see, Inspector Pitt is my husband. You didn’t realize that? And there are the love letters. They are in your hand. And it is very hard to wash all the blood off a knife. It gets in the crevices where the handle fits the blade. They’ll find all these things, you know, once they know what to look for.”
Jessamyn’s face changed at last. The alabaster calm broke and the hatred came flooding through. She lifted the scissors and plunged them toward Charlotte, missing her only by inches as her foot slipped on the wet clay.
Charlotte galvanized to life, turning and running back over the rough grass and the great roots of the yews, under them and into the graveyard, her wet clothes slapping and clinging to her legs. She knew Jessamyn was behind her. The rain was pouring down now, guttering in yellow rivers over the baked ground. She jumped over graves, caught her feet in flowers, and banged herself on the wet marble of the gravestones. A plaster angel loomed up in front of her, and she shrieked involuntarily, plunging on.
Only once did she turn back to see Jessamyn yards behind her, light gleaming on the scissors, her corn silk hair in streamers.
Charlotte was bruised now, legs spattered, arms hurt on the protruding corners of the stones. Once she fell over, and Jessamyn was almost on top of her before she scrambled to her feet, fighting for breath, sobbing. If only she could reach the street, there might be someone there, someone sane and ordinary who would help her.
She was almost there, turning back one more time to make sure Jessamyn was not on her, when she banged into something hard and arms closed round her.
She screamed, imagination sending the scissor blades lunging through her flesh as they had through Fanny’s, and Fulbert’s. She struck out, kicking and punching.
“Stop it!”
It was Alaric. For a long, breathless second she did not know whether she was more afraid of him or less.
“Charlotte,” he said quietly. “It’s over. You were a fool to have come here alone, but it’s over now-finished.”
Very slowly she turned round and faced Jessamyn, mudstained and wet.
Jessamyn let the scissors fall. She could not fight both of them, and she could not hide anymore.
“Come on,” Alaric put his arm round Charlotte. “You look appalling! I think we’d better call for the police.”
Charlotte found herself smiling-yes, send for the police-get Pitt! More than anything else-get Pitt!
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