And her hand, clawed and gnarled, was shaking as it held the gun on Dee.
‘This is what he did to me … Take a good look, go on. Stare. This is his creation. This is what he made of me.’
Dee’s mouth worked furiously but no sound emerged. No words seemed adequate.
‘And he’s not coming … ’ Amy shook her head. ‘Not coming … ’ She dropped her head and with it the light.
Dee thought she would be thankful that the beam had been taken away from the deformed body, but the shadows it cast made the sight even worse.
Amy looked up once more. ‘Why you? I don’t want to see you. Why you and not him?’
Dee felt she had to answer this time. ‘Because I … I wanted to see you.’
‘You wanted to see me?’ Her voice was getting louder. ‘You wanted to see me?’ She stepped closer. ‘Well now you’ve seen me. Look. Go on, look.’ She swung the torch over her body again. ‘And don’t stop looking.’ Her voice reduced down to a hiss now. ‘This will be you. Oh yes … this will be you’
‘What … what d’you mean?’
‘When he gets bored of you. When he wants rid of you.’
Amy stepped closer. Reached out a hand.
‘I want to touch you … ’
Dee tried hard not to scream.
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‘Here.’ Sloane held out his hand. A thick pile of notes in it.
The money was taken without even a smile.
‘Enough?’ Sloane knew the answer already. He wouldn’t have asked the question otherwise.
The other man nodded, as expected. ‘Quite sufficient, thank you.’
‘Good.’
Sloane looked round. Listened. He could hear nothing but the low hum of the ship’s motors as they turned over. The slap of water against the side of the hull. Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary.
Good.
The ship’s captain was a man used to asking no questions. He had as many blind eyes to turn as Sloane had notes to give him. Working for the Sloanes, he had discovered it a useful commodity.
Sloane watched the money disappear inside the man’s coat. ‘You know what to do?’
The captain nodded. ‘Same as usual. I know.’
‘Yes, I know you know.’ Sloane’s eyes lit up with annoyance. ‘Humour me. Imagine I’m the man paying you and I want to make sure you know what’s happening. Go over it one more time.’
If the captain was angry at Sloane’s words, he didn’t show it. His employer could be difficult at times, but there were compensations. ‘When we get out to sea, jettison one of the containers.’
‘The one that doesn’t appear in the ship’s manifest. The one that isn’t here.’
The captain nodded.
‘Good.’ Sloane looked round once more. Listened. Nothing. ‘One more thing. You’ve got an extra passenger.’
The captain frowned. This was a deviation from the script. ‘Who?’
Sloane smiled. ‘Me.’
The captain’s eyes widened. ‘But … this is unexpected. I’ll have to—’
‘You don’t have to do anything. I’m not here officially. I’m not crew, I’m not a passenger. I’m a paying stowaway. And there’s only you and me to know about it, OK?’
The captain nodded, knowing how much another blind eye would pay.
‘Good. How soon before we set sail?’
The captain checked his watch. ‘Couple of hours. First light. Wait for the tide.’
Sloane nodded. Smiled. ‘Plenty of time for you to find me a cabin, make myself comfortable.’
‘Will there be just you on the voyage, Mr Sloane? Or will anyone else be joining us?’
Sloane thought for a moment.
‘Just me,’ he said.
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‘Dee Sloane? Pretending to be your sister?’ Franks was confused.
Stuart just nodded as if it was perfectly obvious.
‘Yes,’ said Marina. ‘Yes.’ Understanding hit her like a sudden flash of electricity through her synapses. ‘The woman on the phone. To me. Is that who you mean?’
Stuart nodded patiently, as if he was the only intelligent person in the room, explaining a simple point to a couple of thickos.
‘She’s Dee Sloane.’
He nodded again.
‘The real Dee Sloane, is that what you mean?’
Franks looked between the two of them, not understanding what was going on.
‘What gave her away, Stuart? How did you know?’
‘The eyes,’ he said. ‘She looked different. Less … nice. Than before. But she couldn’t hide her eyes … ’
Franks turned to Marina. ‘What’s he talking about?’
‘The woman who’s been phoning me, the woman who’s got my daughter, is Dee Sloane.’
‘But … who’s the woman with Michael Sloane? The one who’s claiming to be his sister?’
‘No idea,’ said Marina. ‘But she’s not Dee Sloane.’
‘Why not?’
Marina turned to Stuart. ‘Why not, Stuart?’
He looked confused.
‘You said she looked less nice. What did you mean?’
‘Less nice. Less … pretty. Not like before. She was pretty before. She’s not now.’
He shivered.
Marina turned to Franks once more. ‘Dee Sloane was hit with a shotgun blast. When her father and Stuart’s mother were killed. She almost died, but she and her brother survived. She took a lot of patching up, though. Maybe it was … I don’t know. Too much work?’
‘You mean replace her with another model?’ asked Franks.
‘Stuart says he didn’t kill his mother and stepfather and attempt to kill his stepsister and brother. He says Michael Sloane did. Now if Sloane is the kind of person who would engineer a shooting like that, it’s not beyond the bounds of possibility that he would replace his sister, wouldn’t you say?’
‘But … shoot his own sister?’
‘Why not? He shot his own father and stepmother. If this hypothesis is right.’
‘Still … ’
‘Gary.’ Marina lowered her voice, tried to keep the conversation as private as possible in front of Stuart. Stuart showed no signs of listening. ‘Someone shot that family. I worked the original case and I never for one minute believed it was this gentleman here.’
Franks said nothing.
Marina leaned forward once more, trying to engage Stuart before he drifted off to sleep again. ‘You said she’d gone home, Stuart.’
Stuart looked confused. ‘What?’
‘The real Dee,’ said Marina, as patiently as she could manage. ‘Your pretend sister. You said she’d gone home.’
Stuart thought for a few seconds, eyelids drooping.
‘Stuart … ’
He jumped. ‘Yes. Home. Yes.’
‘Good.’ Marina nodded. ‘Good. Where is home, Stuart?’
Stuart looked puzzled once more.
‘Home,’ she persisted. ‘Where is it?’
‘Home?’ he said. ‘Well it’s … home.’ His eyelids closed once more.
Franks sighed. Marina kept staring at Stuart.
‘We could look it up,’ said Franks. ‘Check some records.’
Marina stood up. ‘No need. I know where she is.’
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Dee stepped backwards, tried to stay out of the woman’s reach. ‘Don’t.’ Her voice was small, trembling.
Amy stopped moving. Put her head on one side, like a dog listening. The torch lit up her eyes. It wasn’t pleasant. ‘Why not? Afraid it’ll rub off on you? Afraid if I touch you, you’ll end up like me?’