could respond.
“I'm coming Uncle Chris”
“You will be” Zach replied “I'll make sure of that Charlotte”
He stepped through the gate and blew her a quick kiss before he strolled round the corner and out of sight. She straightened her coat and walked back towards the church, meeting Chris on the bend in the path.
Chapter 10
Sliding into the passenger seat of her Mercedes Felicity relaxed her facial muscles and laughed. She was still chuckling when Daniel fired up the engine and they drove home.
“That was perfect” she breathed, as the townscape dispersed into rolling fields.
“Do you think the police will leave us alone now” Daniel asked, rubbing his hand over his swelling jaw.
“They have nothing on me. All those interviews last week about Anthony's death and then having the cheek to ask if I knew anything about the stabbing of Stephanie's husband....as if!!”
She reached over and started to rub his inner thigh. Daniel pushed his foot down on the accelerator as her fingertips reached higher. Felicity pulled down his zip and slid her hand between the teeth. Daniel was already hard to her touch.
“Shall I pull over?”
“No. I'm just teasing you ready for later. But first I need to get home and speak to Mitchell, tell him all about his memorial service”
Mitchell saw the Mercedes kicking up dust as it powered up the driveway and drove into the garage. Daniel entered the house but his mother sauntered to his door and unlocked it.
“Mitchell....Mitchell can we talk” she called from the bottom of the staircase.
“Yes, I'm upstairs” he sighed.
“How are you?”
“How do you think I am?”
“It’ s not for much longer now and then you'll be free in your new identity”
Mitch sighed and turned away.
Felicity stood up and opening her handbag pulled out a couple of photographs. She laid them on his coffee table.
“They did a fine memorial service for you today. So poignant even I felt emotional for Mitchell Cooke”
He looked back at her, tears teetered on his lashes.
“Was Charlie there” he mumbled.
“Oh yes of course she was. I have to say I admired her long velvet coat.....but her choice of men has sunk even lower”
“What!”
“Oh it appears she is with the owner of Dusk till Dawn, a friend of mine saw them in the park together on Christmas Day”
Mitch felt sick to th e core , he couldn't believe that of her. He had seen the reply to his text on Christmas Eve, this was just more lies.
“Leave me alone”
“As you wish, I'll send some food over later” Felicity said, tripping back down the stairs and out. He left it a good half hour before he picked up the photographs she had left on the coffee table. They were blurred and distant but he could make out a couple embracing in the snow covered park. A blac k Labrado r was in the second one, unmistakably Jester. Fuck! This looked like Charlotte and Zach although their features were difficult to see.
Perhaps her text had not been th e truth , perhaps she had said it under pressure from James? He shook hi s head , he couldn't believe all of this. He no longer knew where the truth was? Who wa s lyin g to him now, his mother or Charlotte? Lying back on the sofa he ripped the photos up and scattered the pieces on the floor . If only he'd had time to look in the encrypted file . He guessed his mother had this now or had destroyed it along with his laptop. It seemed hopeless to try and plan an escape, especially if Charlie was now involved with Zach. After all he owned two night-clubs and probably drove a flash car. How could Charlotte resist now that she thought he was dead?
He flicked the remote on the sound system and chose the playlist that he had compiled during their relationship. He knew listening to the songs would be torture but in his dejection he found then strangely soothing. Closing his eyes he remembered all their good times and as the last track faded out he pressed stop and
“I'm coming Uncle Chris”
“You will be” Zach replied “I'll make sure of that Charlotte”
He stepped through the gate and blew her a quick kiss before he strolled round the corner and out of sight. She straightened her coat and walked back towards the church, meeting Chris on the bend in the path.
Chapter 10
Sliding into the passenger seat of her Mercedes Felicity relaxed her facial muscles and laughed. She was still chuckling when Daniel fired up the engine and they drove home.
“That was perfect” she breathed, as the townscape dispersed into rolling fields.
“Do you think the police will leave us alone now” Daniel asked, rubbing his hand over his swelling jaw.
“They have nothing on me. All those interviews last week about Anthony's death and then having the cheek to ask if I knew anything about the stabbing of Stephanie's husband....as if!!”
She reached over and started to rub his inner thigh. Daniel pushed his foot down on the accelerator as her fingertips reached higher. Felicity pulled down his zip and slid her hand between the teeth. Daniel was already hard to her touch.
“Shall I pull over?”
“No. I'm just teasing you ready for later. But first I need to get home and speak to Mitchell, tell him all about his memorial service”
Mitchell saw the Mercedes kicking up dust as it powered up the driveway and drove into the garage. Daniel entered the house but his mother sauntered to his door and unlocked it.
“Mitchell....Mitchell can we talk” she called from the bottom of the staircase.
“Yes, I'm upstairs” he sighed.
“How are you?”
“How do you think I am?”
“It’ s not for much longer now and then you'll be free in your new identity”
Mitch sighed and turned away.
Felicity stood up and opening her handbag pulled out a couple of photographs. She laid them on his coffee table.
“They did a fine memorial service for you today. So poignant even I felt emotional for Mitchell Cooke”
He looked back at her, tears teetered on his lashes.
“Was Charlie there” he mumbled.
“Oh yes of course she was. I have to say I admired her long velvet coat.....but her choice of men has sunk even lower”
“What!”
“Oh it appears she is with the owner of Dusk till Dawn, a friend of mine saw them in the park together on Christmas Day”
Mitch felt sick to th e core , he couldn't believe that of her. He had seen the reply to his text on Christmas Eve, this was just more lies.
“Leave me alone”
“As you wish, I'll send some food over later” Felicity said, tripping back down the stairs and out. He left it a good half hour before he picked up the photographs she had left on the coffee table. They were blurred and distant but he could make out a couple embracing in the snow covered park. A blac k Labrado r was in the second one, unmistakably Jester. Fuck! This looked like Charlotte and Zach although their features were difficult to see.
Perhaps her text had not been th e truth , perhaps she had said it under pressure from James? He shook hi s head , he couldn't believe all of this. He no longer knew where the truth was? Who wa s lyin g to him now, his mother or Charlotte? Lying back on the sofa he ripped the photos up and scattered the pieces on the floor . If only he'd had time to look in the encrypted file . He guessed his mother had this now or had destroyed it along with his laptop. It seemed hopeless to try and plan an escape, especially if Charlie was now involved with Zach. After all he owned two night-clubs and probably drove a flash car. How could Charlotte resist now that she thought he was dead?
He flicked the remote on the sound system and chose the playlist that he had compiled during their relationship. He knew listening to the songs would be torture but in his dejection he found then strangely soothing. Closing his eyes he remembered all their good times and as the last track faded out he pressed stop and
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