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‘I want to go in today. I want to go in and pretend none of this is happening.’ She started to open the can.

‘Come on, Freya. Sit down, have some tea. Willis is playing you, by the way, I’ve already fed him this morning. Come, sit down.’ He took her arm and guided her towards the breakfast bar.

‘I just feel like I want to press rewind on the last couple of days and re-record.’ She put her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands.

‘It hasn’t been the best, but we have the police involved now. Then Roger’s coming over later to see to the new security arrangements.’

‘Nick, I don’t want to be locked in this house with infrared beams and cameras and a portcullis coming down at the front door. That isn’t living.’

‘Someone’s been in this house, Freya and I think they’ve been in this house before. I don’t think that crow hit the glass in the door. I think someone broke in. You saw the pictures; whoever it was destroyed every photo we ever had taken. What if defacing things isn’t enough for them? I’m not putting you at risk.’

‘Well, you may as well shoot me now because I’m not living like that.’

‘I know you’re mad at me because I told the police about your father, but it had to be done. If you really think this is down to him then they have to investigate it.’

‘Then things are going to get much worse. There’s one thing my father hates more than me and that’s the cops. Once they start sniffing around his offices, asking questions, there will be hell to pay.’

‘Hey, come on, have some tea. There’s still leftover Chinese from yesterday’s leftover Chinese in the fridge. Do you want me to microwave it for you?’

‘Have we got any honey?’

‘I don’t think so. Although I think there’s some peanut butter if you’re thinking of a spread.’

‘Do we have Jell-O? Can I have toast with Jell-O?’

‘If I can find Jell-O, it’s yours.’

‘If I don’t go into the office, will you stay at home with me?’

‘Of course I will. Maybe, to take our mind off things, we can start making the wedding arrangements,’ he suggested.

‘Yeah, maybe.’ She smiled but her heart wasn’t in it.

‘Right, well, why don’t you go and get showered and I’ll make this Jell-O on toast thing you want.’

‘OK, I won’t be long.’ She left the kitchen and headed up the hallway. She stopped in her tracks when she heard Nicholas pick up the phone.

‘Hey Sandra, it’s Nick. Listen, I want you to make an appointment for me. Yeah, I want you to telephone Lawson-Peck Industries and get me a meeting with Eric Lawson-Peck. Don’t take no for an answer. I want it as soon as possible.’

What the hell was he doing?

Roger and the security company arrived a little after ten-thirty. They had four trucks and a team of fifteen people. When they’d unloaded the vehicles and started to get out all manner of locks, bolts and alarms, it began to look like a locksmiths’ convention. It was too much for Freya. She kept herself busy making cups of tea.

‘This is the plan I’ve come up with. If you want to have a look and see what you think. Then the guys can get started installing everything,’ Roger said. He passed the plans over to Nicholas.

‘And this will definitely keep anyone out? It’s guaranteed? I mean, Freya does have a habit of forgetting to set the alarm and…’ he started.

‘This equipment is state of the art. You can’t leave the house without knowing you haven’t activated it. It warns you with a noise and a verbal command and it won’t let you leave until you’ve done what it says.’

‘It won’t let you leave until you’ve done what it says?! What is this machine based on? Terminator?’ Freya exclaimed. She put a pot of tea on the table.

‘It sounds complicated but it’s really simple to use. I’ll go through it all with you when it’s up and running,’ Roger assured.

‘I have a better idea. Why don’t we not install it and move to a desert island where the only things to bother us would be sun, sea and fish?’

‘Excuse Freya, Roger. She’s not had a lot of sleep and what with what happened to Mike. She’s understandably edgy.’

‘Don’t make excuses for me. I’m just bordering on being admitted as a psych patient, that’s all.’ She slammed a plate of biscuits down.

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